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The Good ol Days

Posted on Mon Jul 29th, 2019 @ 9:01am by Lieutenant Michael Harris & Captain Henry Crow & Commander Edra Crow & Commander Vox Templar & Commander Brielle Jayde & Commander Caressa Melanick & Lieutenant Commander Constance Stewart & Lieutenant Aemilia "Millie" Stepanova
Edited on on Tue Jul 30th, 2019 @ 8:56am

Mission: The End of the Beginning
Location: Unknown
Timeline: Unknown

The crew awakens to find themselves in a large room. The floor is tiled with long rectangular tables. Each crew member is sitting by themselves at a table all facing the same direction. There is a man sitting by himself at another table who is facing them at the front of the room. There are several doors leading from the room and the only sound in the room is the ticking of a medium sized clock on the wall which shows it is 9:45. By the sunlight in the window one can presume its 9:45 am.

From the front of the room where the man sits this is the seating order. (two rows of tables)

Dived------Brie
Edruj------Constance
Vox------Edra
Caressa------Henry
Kayla------Chance
Banks------Millie

One thing that is strange is while everyone knows their own name you don't know anyone else's. Well maybe because it's a big school and everyone has their own little cliques.

Oh yea, the cliques/stereotypes. This is your background.

Dived------The guy who's going to the vocational school
Brie------The band girl
Edruj------The girl likely to be valedictorian
Constance------The tough girl
Vox------The popular guy, class president, ladies man
Edra------The cheerleader/girl next door
Caressa------The loud girl, opinionated
Henry------The jock
Kayla------The girl who knows everyone (except people here)
Chance------The nerdy guy who blends into the background
Banks------The goth loner
Millie------The good friend/listener

Welcome to detention.
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Henry lifted his head from the table, subtly wiping the corner of his mouth. Looking around, none of this made sense. "The hell is this?"

"Dunno, but he doesn't like when we talk." The pale girl with dark purple hair in the back spoke up. As Henry turned in his seat to look at her the non-descript man in the front of the room looked up from his book and gave a loud 'shhhh' which echoed in the room before he looked down again. The girl smirked. "Told ya."

Millie's eyes fluttered open at the sound of voices. She sat up, adjusting the set of black framed lenses on the end of her nose, giving them a push up closer to her face. Her eyes glanced to the man at the front of the room, then the others sitting at the tables. From her vantage at the back of the room, she could see most of the others, heads on their tables. She lifted her glasses, giving her eyes a rub, before adjusting her spectacles to look at the pile of books in front of her. Tolstoy, Vygotsky, Pavlov, and a notebook. She picked it up, flipping through the blank pages, as if she was expecting to find something written.

Millie glanced to her left, and reached a foot across the aisle, giving the dark-haired girl a prod in the ankle to wake her up. "Psst..." she whispered.

Banks slowly glanced at Millie with a look of annoyance mixed with disgust. "What?" She mouthed.

Millie gestured with her head to the rest of the room. "Where are we?" she mouthed back.

Banks shrugged. "Better than being put back in juvie."

Caressa's mind was in a fog, she raised her head from her desk and looked around. "What the crap is this?" almost shouting. The man at the desk looked up at her and put his single finger to his lips and shushed her. Caressa glared back at the man. " That was just rude and uncalled for, and what if I don't be quiet? " Sitting back in her chair with her arms folded across her chest.

The man at the front of the room never moved an inch when she asked her question. That didn't stop a short but noticeable electric charge to zap Caressa from her seat.

It was Edra's turn to wake up. She lifted herself up to a sitting position slowly, expecting her back to put up a fuss, but it didn't. And yet, she couldn't figure out what she was doing here. She was certain she didn't belong here. There was practice right now. Why was she here? She stood up. "Sir, I need to go to practice...please."

The man looked up at Edra. Before he could speak Henry murmured to the girl in front of him. "I don't think he's buying it. Just sit down before something else happens."

Edra turned around to face whoever had whispered to her. Big guy in a varsity jacket...figured. "I can't just sit down. I have a squad who needs me. Besides, I can't be held here when I didn't do anything." By the time she was finished she was facing the front of the room again, with a look that implored the man to let her go.

The man gave her the same shhh as he had the others and motioned to the blackboard behind him where several chapters of several books were written.

Edra blinked at the board. Had that just appeared there?

Banks was damned sure nothing had been written there just moments before. She was also sure she wasn't doing any homework.

Edruj had no idea what was happening or who she was with. What she did know was that this was not where she was supposed to be. Her eyes simply darted around looking for any hints or clues as to what was going on. The Klingon woman let her scientific mind bend to all of the possibilities.

Caressa jumped in her chair. "Damn, you didn't have to do that!" The loud girl shut up for a change. She murmured under her breath. " This just sucks" Seeing the words appear on the board. Blinking and rubbing her eyes. Thinking to herself for fear of getting zapped again. What is this place?

Millie wrinkled her nose at the words that had appeared on the board. She gave a sigh, muttering in Russian under her breath. She reached to the small pile of books in front of her, pulling an English-to-Russian dictionary from the pile. She glanced up every once in a while, taking in the others in the room.

Without notice, the man stood and walked out of the room, the door slamming behind him.

Brielle jumped. She'd been hiding in her headphones listening to her parts carefully for her next band performance and had practically ignored everyone else. But the slamming door took her out of her music. "Wait, who did what now?"

Caressa rolled her eyes as the man left. She wanted to get up and wander around but she was afraid of getting zapped again.

Henry looked around at the group. "Can anyone reckon what they did to end up in here? Cause I sure don't."

Banks stood from her seat in the back of the room and walked up the aisle to the man's desk.

"I don't know, but I have never seen any of you around before?" as Caressa sat up in her chair from slouching.

Edra shook her head, looking in the direction the teacher had left, unable to figure out why she was here. "I can't be here. I need to get to practice!"

Tugging at her headphones so they popped out of her ears, Brielle looked at the others. "I got no idea. Never been one to get in trouble, so I am wondering why I am actually here."

Vox proceeded to push his chair back from the table and then prop his feet up on the desk. His eyes slid over to the woman next to him and took a liking to her. The ridged nose was sort of attractive. "First day here?"

Edra looked over at the dark-haired guy talking to her. "Here in this room, yes. At the school? Not at all, though I can't say I've seen you before either." She leaned forward, "None of these people, really."

Vox gave her a boyish grin and gave a light shrug. "Well, that's because they're not really important. All the coolest kids are in the front of the class." He gave her a playful once over, noticing her lovely form.

She raised a brow at him, as if to say 'really?' But the look wasn't serious, in fact she gave him a slight looking over herself as she turned to the front of the room where someone was at the teacher's desk.

Banks began looking through the desk drawers. "What are you doing?" Henry asked her, his eyes on the door. "What's it look like? Stealing." She replied.

Geez, watch us all get into trouble because someone has sticky fingers, said as Caressa crossed her arms across her chest.

"If you're that worried about it, go watch the door." Banks said as she opened the last drawer and her eyes widened.

Henry got up and walked to the door, hesitated and opened it. Outside the room was not a hallway or another room. It was just a bright blinding light. He shut the door, turning to the room. "We shouldn't open that again."

Banks shut the drawer, staring at a small object she held in her left hand.

Edra had been watching the klepto. "What did you find?"

Banks held up a pack of smokes. "I haven't had these in years!"

The cheerleader gasped, "What do you mean, we're not even..." she trailed off after she saw the look the other woman was sending her. But she did feel compelled to add, "You know those are bad for you, right?"

Banks sighed with an eye roll. "You sound like my mother." She walked back to her seat.

As she left the desk Henry went up to it, pulling the drawer open and staring down for a moment. He slowly pulled out a can of the cheapest more generic beer you can imagine. Without even thinking he muttered, "My pa used to keep a six pack of this out in the barn." Almost instantly he looked at the clock. "I gotta get home, he's gonna kill me if I don't get the chores done."

Putting her music up, Brielle shifted and sat up on the table in front of her seat. "What is out there?"

Henry walked back to his seat with beer in hand. "It sure ain't Texas," he said as he passed Brielle.

Not to be outdone, Caressa walked up to the desk and pulled out a "d'ja pagh" (bajorian earring). Oh my gosh! This was my moms. I am in so much trouble. She promptly but the jewelry on her ear. "May the prophets guide us." She looked around to everyone. "I have no idea why I just said that."

Edruj simply looked and took it all in. She started to scrawl in her notebook. None of this adds up. There is something definitely going on here. What it is, I am not sure. I do not know why I am here. Then there is that door, they opened it and it glowed. That is strange. I will add more to this as I explore. For now I must examine the outside... She put her pencil down and rose to the window. There she stood with her hands behind her back as she examined the outside world and compared what she saw to that which she knew.

Curiosity was getting the best of Edra. The teacher had obviously confiscated items from everyone, but what could he have of hers? She slowly got up, glanced over at Vox with a shrug that said 'what the heck,' and walked up. She watched the door on her way up, not that she knew what she'd do if he returned while she was there. There was no covering that up at this point. She opened up the drawer herself, and sitting there was a photo of four people. A family picture? She walked back to her seat, studying it.

Banks stared at the pack of smokes in her hand. She could remember the taste and the afterglow of the mix of chemicals. There was only one problem. She didn't have a lighter. She looked over and spotted the nerdy, but kinda cute, boy diagonal from her. "Hey..you got a light?"

Chance didn't answer, because he didn't consider that anything was being directed at him. He was at his desk, head down, focused on a PADD in his hands. Only when he heard a "Pssst!" did he look up. He answered to that sound more than his name around here anyways. When the girl with the cigarettes held one up, imitating a lighter he shook his head. "Do I look like someone who would have a lighter?" Actually, he suspected she knew as much and was using it as an excuse to make fun of him.

She shrugged. "You look smart, you know how to make some fire or something?"

Tucking her headphones into her pocket, Brie went over to the drawer and tilted her head to the side listening to the others. Her eye caught the one who seemed like the most popular and seemed to be eying the ladies, but she turned away before he could look and finally looked into the drawer. Her eyes went wide as she pulled out an image, one that looked like two of her. Taking it back to where she'd been sitting, she leaned against the desk again, completely confused.

Constance wakes up wondering where the heck she is raising her head off her desk. "Well I'm not back in Juvie that's for sure. Who are these other goobers I'm with? man I need a cigarette. Pulls a pack of smokes out of her jacket pocket lights one up.

Catching the sound of a lighter, Chance nodded in the other smoker's direction. "There's your light." He went back to reading his PADD.

"Rude much?" Banks looked towards Constance "Hey." She opened her hands as if to say 'toss it this way'.

Chance shrugged. He had the feeling they'd skirmished before, which seemed strange since he didn't know her. Still, he found himself glancing back at her without being obvious.

Constance tossed the lighter to Banks." Here catch" she gets up and walks to the teachers desk opens the drawer pulls out a set of brass knuckles. " hey these are my fav pair I remember the day these were taken from me. It was after I kicked some bully's sorry butt after I caught him picking on some poor geek" she slides then in her pocket and heads back to her seat.

Banks lit up as she looked out the window at the grey imposing buildings that surrounded her school. She always hated this place.

At the same time Henry glanced at the windows feeling the exact opposite. He was in trouble with teachers more than a few times in his life daydreaming out the window at the flat plains and prairie while cooped up in school.

Edra was still studying the picture she had, unsure who the people were, though two of them could have passed for her when she was younger. She looked back over at her neighbor. "Did you find anything of yours up there?" She nodded to the desk.

Vox held up a brass trumpet and played a few notes. "Clearly there's more than meets the eye to this place."

Edra arched a brow. "I didn't know you played." Well, of course, she didn't. She didn't even know him. So why did he seem so familiar?

Brielle hadn't noticed that anyone else was talking. She was still staring at the picture in her hand. If someone had spoken to her, she hadn't heard anything.

Banks finished her cigarette, stubbing out the last ember on the desk, then she looked at the pack again. Something wasn't right. She hadn't had that brand in years because the authorities shut it down when the owners refused to include a new chemical in their process. She remembered marching in with the troopers. That brought her memories to a stop. Now THAT didn't make any sense. She glanced over to the rude boy. "You didn't go up to the desk yet?"

Chance looked up at her, to the desk, then back to her. "I'm pretty sure there's nothing in there for me." He just wanted to keep reading and be left alone. Nobody usually even noticed him, so the fact that she kept talking to him was puzzling.

"Never can tell...I mean it gave me these," she held up the pack with the black and white logo of the Hunter constellation.

Henry was quickly growing bored of this. He nudged the chair of the pretty girl in front of him. "What did you get out of the drawer?"

"Hey!" she yelled, feeling her chair being kicked. But when she turned around he asked after her photo, she returned to her usual self. "Just a family picture, brothers and sister..." She looked at him with a weird face for a brief second, then abruptly turned back around without a word. She knew the picture wasn't of her brothers and sister, but that they were her kids didn't make sense either. What made far less sense was how the "baby brother" in the picture resembled the jock behind her! She looked again at the picture, but only for a second. What did it mean?

Millie had been quiet the whole time, just listening. Partially just to listen, but partially because her brain was translating everything that wasn't in her first language. "If I can offer an observation, does this place seem...odd?" She wandered her way up to the desk at the front. "I mean, I don't remember ever BEING in a school, but I distinctly remember always wanting to go to a school, just like--" She paused. "Just like normal kids." She opened the drawer, having watched others pull items out. A pink ribbon caught her eye, and she pulled...and blinked as she found a pair of ballet shoes on the other end of the ribbon.

Banks watched the girl with the foreign accent. "Of course you go here, if you didn't you wouldn't be in here with us."

Henry nodded. "That makes sense. But what did you do, or any of us, to get detention?"

Banks shrugged. "There's lot of things that could have landed me in here. But at least we have good scenery," she motioned to the window. "I mean just look, miles and miles of skyscrapers and pollution abound. Isn't this a wonderful place of learning?"

Henry shook his head. "What? You on some kind of drugs? That's God's country out that window far as the eye can see."

"Speaking of drugs the steroids have obviously gone to your brain." Banks shot back.

Caressa stood and looked out the window and saw one of her home planets. " You all are Tropolisine? Its clearly the Lake of El'nar!"

Henry stood moving to another set of windows. He knew alot of people assumed he was just an athlete but he wasn't as dumb as they thought. What he knew right now was that none of this made any sense.

Millie quietly approached the window next to Henry. "You mean, you are not seeing snow?" Without thinking, she placed a hand on his arm.

"Very funny counselo....." he stopped and looked down at the girl. "None of this is right."

Millie quickly pulled her hand off of his arm. "What did you call me?" She turned, looking back at the rest of the room's occupants. She had this deep feeling like she...KNEW these people, but trying to remember them was like digging through a thick fog for the memories.

He kept his eyes on the small girl. "You really see snow? Where you from?"

Henry's voice brought her attention back. "Moscow. Russia." She looked back out the window. "And there's snow everywhere. And you?" Millie managed a laugh, though a nervous one. "Your accent is most certainly not Russian."

"Texas, just outside Odessa. I don't think I've ever seen snow."

Hearing the chit chat, Brielle finally looked over. A confused look crossed her face as she then glanced out the window. "Nothing special out there but a boring school yard that I've seen a million times..." She stopped herself and slowly went back over to the window, picture still in her hand. "Alina..." she whispered as she saw someone out the window for a moment.

Millie smiled. "Oh, I'm sure you would remember if you've ever seen snow. It's hard to forget." She looked up at Henry,who stood more than a head taller than her, and pushed her glasses back up to the bridge of her nose. "But you... This place is so confusing, but," she reached out and put a hand on Henry's arm again, "I feel like I know YOU."

Henry nodded. "Everything is familiar and nothing is familiar."

Millie stared up at Henry. "My mind is convinced that I don't know any of you, that we've never met before...but there's something that seems familiar. Like we've talked. Not just chatted, but talked in detail." She lifted her hand from Henry's arm. "I'm sure I've never been to Texas, but I can swear that I remember what Texas smells like." A glance out the window again, before looking back up at Henry. "Like...like hay. I shouldn't know what hay smells like, because I'm sure I've never been on a farm. But I remember the smell."

Henry's eyes went to Edra and Caressa, then back to Millie. "I feel like I dated those two."

Edra watched the others staring out the windows, and each describing a different scene. She wasn't sure how it could all make sense. They'd each pulled something different out of the desk, something not seen by anyone else, as to her, the drawer had been empty after she took her picture. And now the guy who resembled the youngest boy in her picture was looking and gesturing toward her and the loud girl. She wasn't sure what to make of any of it.

Caressa's eyes caught the Jock's gaze somehow they were hauntingly familiar. She then looked to the cheerleader, it seemed as if she knew her also. In fact, everyone here seemed as if they should know her or she them. "Does anyone else find themselves thinking that we somehow know each other, or are familiar with each other? Just my opinion."

Edra looked to her, careful how she answered. She hadn't realized it before the words were said, but there was something familiar about her, and, as she scanned the room, the others. Her voice caught, though, when she noticed the boy who kept to himself. He didn't just resemble someone in her picture. She was sure he was the other boy in it. All of this was much to take in. "I don't understand any of this!" she blurted out.

Henry watched the outbursts, feeling a sense of command for some reason. "Roll call....what's everyone's name? I'm Henry though most on the team call me Hank."

The cheerleader looked around, finding the idea of the roll call reassuring. They'd find out who everyone was, and it was a step toward figuring out what was happening, together. "I'm Edra. I'm not in charge of the cheer squad, but I'm usually the one keeping morale and energy up."

"I'm Aemilia---Millie, I guess. I...don't really know what to say, because I don't think I've been to an actual school before today."

Banks didn't like anything that she was hearing. Had they shifted her into a psych ward? "I think we're all crazy if that helps anyone."

Henry looked to the pale girl. "And who're you?"

"Patr.....Trisha. My mother calls me Patricia but she's a drunk so what does she know?"

"Caressa here. I typically am the one who takes care of everyone" She really felt like she needed something in her hand, ringing her hands for no purpose.

The red-headed kid who had had his nose in a book had heard everyone rattling off their names. Without much notice, he'd approached the others, and when a break in the conversation had formed, he snuck his answer in. "I'm Chance."

Shaking her head at the window, Brielle took one of her earbuds and put it back into her ear. "Brielle," she said, a bit annoyed, wanting to get lost in her music again.

Banks continued to listen but when the rude cute boy said his name she quipped "You look like a Keiran to me."

"Not his name," Millie quipped, almost as quickly. "His son's." And for a brief moment, her brow furrowed as she tried to determine how she knew that bit of information.

"I don't think he knows how sex works," Banks smirked.

Henry shook his head at Banks. Always something smartass to say as long as he knew her. That stopped his thoughts in their tracks. How long had he known her?

Raising an eyebrow, Brie tugged the earbud out again. "His..son's?" She looked back down at the picture then back out the window again, this time swearing she saw two children who had some of her features. "Ossan and Aysel..."

Chance looked at those discussing his...personal life. And while his annoyance at the goth chick was rising every time she opened her mouth, it was what the diminutive girl with the accent said that got his attention. And, yeah, it seemed ridiculous that he, a sophmore student, had a kid. And yet, there was something very familiar about the idea. But how did she know, and he didn't? He finally stood, approaching the Russian, with a quick glare in the other girl's direction before looking forward again. "How do you know that about me?"

Millie shook her head quickly, as if trying to clear the dust off of memories. "Almost everyone in here has children. But you," she said, giving a momentary glance to the girl who had sat at the table next to her, "you didn't know about your son until recently."

"That wasn't my fault!" Banks protested before looking like she surprised herself and went back to her seat to continue playing with the cigarette pack with the constellation diagram.

She looked at the Russian girl with wide eyes. " I have children? Who decided they could put up with me?" Caressa smirked.

Chance still looked confused. "How can we all have kids?" As he asked, he knew what comment he was going to get from Trisha. So, without skipping a beat, he pointed at her. "And I don't mean that literally, so don't even start." Her antics frustrated him, and yet, saying her name in his head somehow seemed familiar.

Banks had begun to say something but the boy's tone and his pointing shut her up. She looked at him, sullen.

Edra stepped forward, looking at Chance in short glimpses. "Maybe none of us belong here, like, more than just not wanting to be in detention. I mean, maybe we belong somewhere else."

"I've...got two kids..." Brie said, not really looking at the others, but still out the window. "But, how could I?"

"I don't know about y'all but I gotta get out of here." Henry picked up a chair and launched it at the window but the chair bounced off with the windows and the whole wall just rippling for a moment before coming to rest again. Henry turned to the others. "Well...that didn't work like I thought."

Brielle jumped at the chair and then looked over at Henry. "Force field or hologram," she said before stopping herself. "Err..."

"This isn't a school...and something or someone is keeping us from remembering who we really are." Millie looked around at the rest of the crew.---- CREW??

Henry ran his hand along the 'window'. It was flat, no texture. "Think hard, what's the last thing you remember?" he said to the group at large.

Chance had been tempted to get a closer look at the window, and actually looked at the other walls, and the door the teacher had walked out of. But upon instruction from his old man he thought about what he knew before here. "Getting into bed for the night, and..." his voice drifted off as his mind took steps backward, forming a picture in his mind. "And I was with...oh, prophets!" He could only stare at the girl with the purple hair as pieces began to fall into place.

Banks looked up at Chance, giving him a look she'd given a hundred times, a mixture of suspicion and confusion. "Why're you looking at me like that?"

Chance just looked at her for a few moments. Something about her was still off. "What's your usual hair color?" He remembered her as a redhead.

"Brown," she frowned. "I hate it."

Brielle looked over, then looked to the one who seemed like the 'class president' type person. "Um..."

Henry watched Chance, replaying his words in his mind. "Get into bed....Marcus wouldn't go to bed that night...." he looked to the girl next door. "You said it was my turn to get him to settle."

Edra turned to Hank. "Marcus? You mean him?" She held out the picture that she'd pulled out of the desk.

He looked at the kid who had more than a few resemblances to himself before nodding. His eyes went to Edra's and felt like he was now anchored and secure.

"I think," Millie thought aloud, looking to the girl with ridges on her forehead, "that I was getting off of Beta shift, but I was supposed to meet you in the gym before your shift started."

Edruj had been staring straight ahead while everyone spoke. She had no idea which thoughts were the truth and which were lies. On the one hand she was the smartest girl in school, and on the other she was one of many that worked as a team. When the woman next to her asked her question that brought the Klingon woman out of her thoughts. She decided to test the waters as it were and see which was correct. "I have gym fifth period..."

"I was writing a letter to the children, when I told them to be expecting a letter from you" She looked at the Jock, "Does that make sense to you?" Caressa just stared at him.

"It does if a waterfall makes sense to you too."

"Yes actually, Janaran Falls on my home planet" staring back at him in a daze.

Millie looked at Edruj with a scowl. "Use that science brain of yours! Does ANY of this Make sense?"

That was just it, her brain was in a fog and she could barely use it. "Nothing makes sense here. But then again nothing makes sense about life. Such is the nature of existence, to make sense of it all. I guess it would depend upon what you chose to believe. On the one hand you could believe that this is a school and we are all simply students. However, on the other hand you can believe the reality that has been proposed. One where we all somehow know each other and work together toward a larger purpose. If the former is correct then we do nothing save take our seats. If the latter is correct then we need to figure out what happened to our reality. However, there is not enough imperical data to make a decision between both of those realities. So my suggestion is to simply do nothing... To see what happens, what evidence presents itself." Edruj spoke with irritation in her voice. As if it was a bother for her to have to explain this.

Banks listened to the girl, then stood and walked to the classroom door opening it once again to the blinding light outside before gesturing to it. "I don't know what kind of schools all of you went to but this shit ain't normal." Before slamming the door again and retaking her seat.

Finally focusing on what was around her, Brielle looked at the others. "Completely not normal. This doesn't make any sense."

Millie nodded, looking to those in the room. "So, aside from the door with the blinding light on the other side, is there any other way out?"

Edra walked back to the door. "I haven't seen any other. Maybe we're supposed to go through this door."

"If everything else in this room is just a projection," Millie offered, "maybe the light outside the door is fake, too."

"Throw something out the door? Projection: it should vanish. Not a projection? Might let us know what is out there?" Brielle shrugged, randomly glancing down at the picture in her hand.

Banks motioned at Chance. "How about a virgin sacrifice?"

Chance leaned against the desk he was standing in front of and crossed his arms. "You're better than this...façade," he responded with a slight shake of his head.

"Sounds like a plan to me. Better than doing nothing." as Caressa leaned back in the chair.

Millie looked at the others. "I can go. I'm ready to get out of here. I can...tie my sweater over my eyes." She unbuttoned her cardigan.

Henry looked over the guys and girls. "We all go. Human chain style. Line up single file, keep ahold of the person in front of you and we'll all try it." He walked up to the door, intent on being the first guinea pig.

Caressa stepped up as the next person in line. Offering her hand to Henry and extending her other hand.

Pocketing the picture, Brie took Caressa's hand, not quite sure if she liked this idea or not.

Banks watches the people lining up. She lit up another from her pack and shrugged as she stood. "Anywhere's gotta be better than here, right?"

Chance nodded, taking her hand and extending one behind him. "Prophets, yes."

Edruj was still unsure what was the correct course of action. However, she certainly did not want to be the only person left in the classroom. However, she also did not want to be caught in the hallways. She fretted on the decision, but eventually decided to take the hand of the person in front of her becoming the second to last person to join the line.

One by one they formed the chain with Edra on the end.

"Ready?" Asked Henry, his hand on the door knob.

Edra called back up to the front, "We've got everyone!"

Henry turned the knob and opened the door. The blinding light was still there but now it turned from white to a flashing red. Henry took a breath and waded into the light.

A moment later he was on the Bridge of the Mercutio. One by one everyone began to appear whereever they had been.

On the outside of the ship a red circle of light which had enveloped the ship turned back to white and pulled away moving away into space.

Brielle found herself at the tactical sensors, on the bridge, blinking to remember where she was. "I um..." She looked down at the sensors, then to the view screen. "What in the hell was that?"

Constance had been quiet all this time. She found herself back at her station. She looked at her controls. "Not sure it appeared to be some kind of forcefield but not sure where it came from or anything about it.

Looking up from the console, she started scanning."Not sure what that was, or where that was. We are no worse for the wear" Caressa turned to everyone. "issues from anyone?"

Edruj found herself at the science station and all at once she turned to her scanners. She had no idea what had just happened, but she knew that whatever that was it had something to do with it. "The sensors, and computer have accumulated gigaquads of data. it is going to take some time to sort through it all. The only thing I can say for sure is that our computer core was duplicated, however an equal amount of information was left in the core."

Edra turned around to face the Klingon. "Duplicated?" She glanced at Henry then back to Edruj. "As in that thing took a copy of our computer?"

The Klingon turned to Edra. "Yes ma'am and they left us a copy of theirs." Edruj was going to go on however, she did not want to hypothesize without more data.

Millie found herself sitting in her office behind her desk. She tapped her combadge. "Stepanova to Bridge. Is...everyone there?"

Edra looked around, "Everyone seems to be accounted for on the bridge." She tapped her combadge, "Banks?"

The next thing she knew Banks was laying in bed facing Chance and then her com beeped on the bedside table. "Yea, we're fine."

She turned it off, turning to face Chance again. "You were kinda cute as a kid."

Chance blinked, yawning. "Are you telling me that wasn't the nightmare it felt like?"

"I don't know what it...." she stopped and quickly hopped out of bed and ran out of the room. A minute later she returned, leaning against the doorframe. "He's sound asleep. I don't think they...it...whatever messed with him."

He'd gotten up to follow her, knowing where she was going, but was only at the door when she returned. "Good," he nodded.

She hugged him tight, just needing to know he was there and everything was alright. And he answered in kind, thankful that the version of her he'd just seen wasn't who he was left with.

Henry took stock for a moment. "Contact Starfleet and advise. I want a head count on this ship to make sure we have everyone. Full diagnostics on all systems since that....thing, wanted to poke around."

 

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