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     Captain Sieven Drexler |
Departing Reorsa... Sieven watched as the deflector immediately went to work in deflecting particles as Coronado accelerated into warp. He frowned and glanced at Savant. "Savant, would you get me a detailed report of every missing crew member and ship. In chronological summary, if it isn't too much trouble," he requested as he stepped off the dais towards the aft turbolifts, ignoring Savant's reassurance that she had plenty of resources for the task. "I'll return shortly." He called a turbolift but had to wait a few moments on it, probably due to crewmembers still scattering to alert stations. It came with a whirr and the doors parted, five crewman getting off in a hurry. Sieven was the only one taking it. "Computer, priority destination please. Deck Five, senior officers' quarters, portside." The computer chirpped in affirmation and the turbolift began its non-stop trip. Sieven leaned against the wall of the turbolift, sighing. He was becoming frustrated with each consecutive mystery, being dumped upon him when he hadn't even made progress on the first. His mind was a dizzy mess of two sets of lifetimes, each of which had been struggling with two sets of memories themselves before being thrown all together. The quiet time in the turbolift ride was at least good for the respite from the klaxons and the explosions. Sieven thought about how he could benefit from both timelines. In this one, he knew about running a ship, pulling it through hard times with success, and he had the support of his crew. He began to realize he would end up remembering everything if the timeline was restored, and he shuddered. At least three distinct Sieven personalities tried coming through, but it was the captain who did so. Unfortunately for Captain, his memories were the "wrong" ones. He was glad for the turbolift wall to keep him from fainting from the back-and-forth game his mind was playing on him. Sieven pulled his wet shirt off before the doors parted to deck five. It was only a short walk to his quarters and he had no time to waste. He wound up the shirt into a ball and stepped out of the lift, moving to his right. Despite the fact that he was a starship commanding officer in this timeline, he was glad to see that he still had time to stay in shape. The doors to his stateroom slid open effortlessly and the balled-up wet shirt flew onto the sofa. He tapped the small panel on the side of his desk. "Shipwide," he said aloud. Waiting for the computer to confirm his request, he removed the rest of his wet off-duty clothing and made his way towards his bedroom. The computer beeped at him. "This is the captain. All senior officers report to the deck one wardroom in fifteen minutes for a staff meeting. Please be prepared to report on your departmental situation and anything else you find interesting. Drexler out." He slid his duty trousers up and fastened them, once again tapping the desk. "Drexler to Daren." He paused a moment to allow him to acknowledge, and then continued. "I want a small security detail to join us at the wardroom. I may be inviting guests up there and I want all precautions made." Daren affirmed and the call ended. Sieven quickly pulled over his tunic, moving to a mirror to make sure it was on straight. He regarded the four pips as they became visible with a bit of trepidation, despite half of him being used to them. He shook off the feeling of knowing himself in this timeline, because somehow it wasn't right. Still, though, he resisted forcing himself to be aware of every experience and every opportunity, for it may be somewhere, in either life, there was a clue or an answer to this puzzle. He desperately hoped it was in the Longshot system. BTC |