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Post 11 - Dreadnought Departure

Posted on Sat Aug 15th, 2020 @ 1:25am by Captain Suzanne Garcia & Rear Admiral T'Vrell & Commander Eden Starling-Enigma
Edited on on Sat Aug 15th, 2020 @ 10:26pm

Mission: In the Shadow of Thanget
Location: USS Dreadnought, Command Quarters
Timeline: January 16, 0700 Hours

Admiral T'Vrell sighed at her PADD, reading yet another paranoid report from Commodore Oh. I don't understand what Kirsten sees in this woman… every admittedly-brilliant report is steeped in enough paranoia to have anyone who reads it peeking over her shoulder for changelings and synths.

Then the door to their quarters opened, and T'Vrell rose, letting the door close before rushing to it to draw her wife into her arms.

Captain Garcia had been having a very long series of days, and when the door closed, she stopped being afraid to show it. It took her a few moments of just leaning up against T’Vrell to actually wrap her arms around her. “Good morning, T’Vrell,” she said, arms tightening after another moment or two of waiting.

"Good morning, wife," T'Vrell murmured into Garcia's hair. "I love you."

“I love you, too.” Garcia let out a long breath as she shifted out of work-mode, then smiled. “I’d ask how your morning’s going, but based on the look on your face when the door opened, I think I can guess what you were reading.” She kissed T’Vrell gently.

"Intelligence reports. My life today consists of intelligence reports, our marriage, and little else." She kissed Sue's hair gently.

“And mine consists of overseeing the people I have overseeing the prep work to leave Roosevelt behind.” Sue’s voice caught in her throat for a moment as she spoke, and she left something obviously unsaid. Her smile remained. “And, of course, our marriage.”

"It's okay to miss her," T'Vrell murmured. "I will."

Sue winced at that. “I know. I just…” Her voice trailed off for a few moments before she continued. “I just don’t have time for my emotional state to make me look weak in front of the people I’m supposed to be in command of.” She spoke quietly. “You know Enigma probably saw right through me, yesterday? I can’t imagine the door closing stopped her from hearing that outburst.

"Very little stops her from seeing to the heart of things," T'Vrell murmured. "Part of why Pinna valued her so much. I knew in my first meeting with her that I'd go mad working with her every day," T'Vrell said. "She's a difficult woman, too competent to complain about, too perceptive to be comfortable around."

“I hope Clara, and the rest of her senior staff, have an easier time with her. I can’t imagine it’ll ever be easy.” Sue shook her head and laughed as she took T’Vrell’s hand and led her to the sofa. “I’m sure she’s great at what she does. She’s just a bit unsettling.”

"She is," T'Vrell murmured with a sigh. "I met her on Earth when she was a child… she was perhaps ten, and I was visiting her father. He and I were sitting in his apartment above his restaurant, eating, and she comes in, gets a bowl of dirty rice, sits opposite me, and just looks at me with those dark eyes. She is utterly silent, watching me while chewing soundlessly, until we are almost done eating. Then she speaks in this quiet, distant voice. 'Your mother is alive and you miss her,' she said. 'But you know she'll never give you what you need from her. You'd be less disappointed if you stopped expecting it.'" T'Vrell sighed. "Then she got up, left the remains of her meal in her bowl on the table, got a paper manual on First Contact procedure off the shelf, and went back to her bedroom."

Sue’s brow furrowed. She was shocked to hear such a thing, and yet not at all surprised that a woman like Eden would have been that way as a child. “I have to assume she’s much better at not speaking her mind about such things anymore, or else I’m sure I’d have gotten a lecture about Clara shortly after she left the room.” She grinned, then shrugged.

"She is. Growing up and the Academy were good for her, and, though I would never say this around Admiral Enigma, so was returning to space." T'Vrell kissed her wife's lips. "But under the Starfleet facade she carries is… well, more Starfleet. She was born for the service. Under that, though, is the girl I met in New Orleans and her excellent brain whose inner workings are profoundly alien to both the species whose genetics built it."

Sue briefly smiled again. “I think Clara will enjoy herself, then. She does enjoy picking apart mysteries.”

"I hope so. She deserves the promotion." T'Vrell met her wife's eyes. "Even if I will miss watching the two of you, curled on our sofa, puzzling through warp core admixture adjustments."

“I’ll miss the feeling of it. I’m sure we’ll get opportunities to call each other once in a while. And I could take some shore leave to visit her, at some point. I don’t think it’s over, it’s just...complicated, now.” Sue leaned forward to kiss T’Vrell’s lips, her eyes closing. “It just means you’ll need to put up with me pestering you for attention all the time again. I’m sure it’ll be quite a burden, but I hope you can bear it.” She kissed T’Vrell once more, harder this time.

T'Vrell's fingers traced Sue's hips, and she murmured into her wife's mouth, "How long do you think we have until you are needed on the…"

"Bridge to Captain Garcia." The voice of one of the new junior Ops officers came through the room's intercom. "We are ready for departure. Please report to the bridge."

Sue sighed, still keeping her face near her wife’s. “I don’t suppose you’d find me telling my first officer to take care of it acceptable?” Her voice was hardly a whisper.

"I certainly would. Protocol, on the other hand…" T'Vrell's fingers brushed Sue's jawline. "Hurry back."

“I will.” Sue planted one more, much more gentle kiss on T’Vrell’s lips before she stood up and tapped her commbadge. “Garcia to bridge. On my way.” As she headed for the door, she waved. “I love you.”


It didn’t take more than a minute for Captain Garcia, all hard-faced and straight-backed, to arrive on the bridge and sit down in her chair, crossing her legs. “All systems checked out and prepared for travel?” She asked, looking to Commander K’Mari, the ship’s XO.

“Of course, Captain.” The Caitian smiled at Sue before taking her own seat.

“I never doubt your abilities, but I am supposed to ask.” Sue winked, then turned to the rest of the room. “Set course for Guardian Station. We go to warp at your convenience, Lieutenant Vykar.”

“Yes, Captain,” replied the Vulcan at the Conn, as he set the ship’s navigation.

In a few seconds, I’ll be far enough away from Clara not to feel like she’s just out of reach. My wife is waiting for me in our quarters. I’m not going to fall apart. Sue’s eyes had closed for several seconds as the ship went to warp, leaving Roosevelt Station a speck in the distance once again.


The bright white hull plating of Dreadnought captured the light of the infinite stars as the ship executed a broad, sweeping turn, its massive frame dwarfing the violet-and-gold Dominion-built weapons platform her turn took her around. The turn completed, the ship pointed toward the Pentad and the core of Federation space beyond, her warp systems activated, bending the fabric of space-time around her and sending her out of sight in an impossible streak.

Eden Enigma rose from the command throne, eyes lingering on the viewscreen. “And now we stand alone. When’s the next scheduled traffic?”

“Bajoran merchantman Jaxa is expected in two days, Commander. Nothing sooner than that.” The NCO at Ops - a Bolian whose name Eden had not yet learned - looked to her. “It’s a week before our next military visit, and that’s a Lagashi frigate scheduled shore leave.”

“As you were,” Eden said. “I’ll be in my office.”

Alone against the Void, we stand.


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