Good night darlin’

Posted on Mon Nov 18th, 2024 @ 3:45pm by Captain Rylan Gray & Lieutenant Ayryn Trynn M.D.

677 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: A Silence of Friends
Location: Counselor's Quarters, Deck 2, USS Thunderbird
Timeline: MD001 - 2200

Silence had fallen as the flame of the candle flickered to life in the darkness. Slowly it began to burn a little brighter, illuminating the small ceremonial plate which bore golden symbols which mirrored those on the candle itself. Both gifts from her father to aide her meditations when far from home.

Like many Vulcans she found meditation to be grounding. A way to find calm and peace, especially at times when emotions threatened to overwhelm. For Ayryn it was also a way to process the day but also to just relax and focus her mind on the task ahead.

Closing her eyes she began taking deep breaths. In and out, trying to clear her mind of all thoughts and the annoying picture frame which would not sit right on her wall… in and -

The alert from the computer terminal seemed impossibly loud as it rang out and she chided herself for not silencing notifications. “Computer, lights to low,” she announced, leaning forward and blowing out the flame of the candle as she rose and crossed the room. She was dressed in a simple white vest and shorts, ready to retire for the evening once her meditation was complete. Or at least that was the intention. Slipping on a light cardigan to make her appearance a little more respectable she smiled as she saw who was calling.

Touching the screen to acknowledge and accept the incoming transmission she sat down, “this is a pleasant surprise. I thought you were supposed to be mingling with some of Starfleet’s finest at the Gala?”

"I am," Anthony Babington said as he tugged at the collar of his dress uniform with one well-manicured hand and winked at Ayryn. "Told them I had to use the restroom. Twenty minutes won't matter much either way and I wanted to offer ... moral support ... your first day on a new ship and all."

“So thoughtful of you,” she grinned, “and I appreciate it. It’s good to see a familiar face. Especially one in a dress uniform. I’m sure the admirals will love you as usual. Just watch for Imra, I hear she bites.”

"Hmm," Anthony (never Tony) said, his bright blue eyes twinkling, "any one who spends time around that woman is required to be up-to-date on their shots. Sometimes, I'll see her looking at me and she's got this ... predatory ... look in her eye." He shuddered. "Scary."

She couldn’t help it, laughing out loud at the thought of the elderly Captain cornering the cool calm sophisticated offer standing before her. Figuratively speaking. “Yeah, you are In trouble there,” she agreed.

"Yes, I am," Anthony said. "I think I need someone to save me." He gave her a mock-pitiful look. "A friend in my time of need."

“You only say that because I look stunning in an evening gown,” she laughed, “if only. You know I would if I could so put those baby blues away. I’ll buy you a drink when I next see you to make up for it, deal?”

"I'll go to sleep dreaming of you in your evening gown," Anthony said, "maybe the black one? I really like the black one."

“Me too,” she grinned. “You better not be late. But don’t have too much fun without me. And no running off with bitey Admirals. Call soon? I mean you are so insufferable but oddly I miss having you around.”

"My sweet," Anthony said, his blue eyes glinting with pleasure, "I am delighted to hear that you miss me." He sighed dramatically. "But you're right, it's getting late and I must get back to the party. I'll call soon, I promise."

She had to admit, between an event full of stuffy Admirals and forced conversation she had the better deal. “I’ll hold you to that,” she promised, blowing a kiss towards his image, “good night, Anthony.”

"Good night, darlin'," Anthony said softly and closed the connection.

A Post By

Lieutenant Ayryn Trynn, M.D.
Counselor
USS Thunderbird

and

Commander Anthony Babington
Starfleet Intelligence

 

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