Storms Brewing

Posted on 03 Oct 2016 @ 2:28pm by Commander Luke Wyatt

801 words; about a 4 minute read

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Abbey walked the promenade of the camps civilian level, despite the complex essentially being pro-military there was an awful a lot of children, civilians and starfleet personnel running around which she found so bizzare. Despite this she couldnt help but be reminded every day of what the Empire was and this base was as close a thing starfleet had. She thought that if she got away from Luke, the Galileo that she would be able to move on but now she missed him. Even if it wasn't her real father he was so like him in many different ways she couldnt comprehend, and what made it worst Luke was willing to put aside their differences and start a fresh life.

She sighed slumping onto a ambient bench that looked out across the lower levels "I need to go back" She told to herself sitting crossed legs. She could feel eyes in the back of her head and as she turned around a group of Marines adverted their gazes. She didn't help herself, wearing her Empire scarf around her waist with the dagger pin holding it up but she needed to remind herself why she was here and why she left. At least she was wearing more appropriate uniform now she thought to herself.

Huffing she pushed of the bench and made her way to her quarters, people parting as she did like she carried the plague or something, these people didn't know just how good they had it here especially if they were scared of her. Ever since the first encounter the Terran Empire have been trying way to infiltrate its cousin, starfleet and hell they've succeeded in more way than one. They had agents across the federation and even a hidden fleet somewhere... At least thats what the empire's war propaganda had said. She doubted it now.

It didn't take long for Abbey to return to her room, she shared a dorm with eleven other girls, it was more of a barracks than anything except they had wall partings and a communal kitchen and rec room. Smiling at the other girls she sat down at her desk and flipped open the screen. "Lieutenant Luke Wyatt, USS Galileo." She spoke waiting for the call to connect.

A moment later the computer explained in its boring voice "Contact unavailable please leave a message." This was unlike Luke he usually picked up especially during the day. "Computer what is the Location of the USS Galileo" Another minute passed...

"The USS Galileo was responding to a distress call in Sector 014 Block 062 Grid 30, The Paulson Nebula." Abbey frowned, why did that sound so familiar then it hit her. "Computer what do you mean, Was?"

"That information is unavailable, please contact your line manager" She sat up from her chair urgently. "Computer leave message for Luke Wyatt, USS Galileo. I'm Coming home." With that she picked up a bag and shoved a bunch of clothes and provisions. She didn't know why but she knew the Galileo was in danger. Luke was in danger.




Abbey had waited in the Jeffries tube most of the afternoon, waiting for the night shift to take over. When they do there is almost no on aboard the flight deck where the hanger of Raptor fighters were kept. The lights turned from bright florescent to dark and dim as the night time ambient lighting activated. And just on que Beta shift began making their way to the exit. Within a few minutes she was alone. Kicking down the hatch she ran silently across the floor towards the hangars command tower, there would be at least one person still in there.

Opening the door she slid in, the marine inside turned but not before Abbey hit him over the head with her hand. He crumpled to the floor not suspecting an attack. Working quickly she typed in the command overide she had seen the officers use whenever there was a door malfunction and the hangar doors began to open as snow and a freezing blast of ice swept in.

Running down the stairs she could hear shouts behind her but it didn't matter now. She darted to the nearest raptor, luckily all fighters were fuelled, armed and ready to go for the Desolate Expanse to spit out another hostile race so it only took her presence for the fighter to activate.

Phaser fire now bounced harmlessly of the shuttles armour as she slowly began to hoover, in the view were two dozen angry looking pilots and engineers, and that was the last thing she saw on camp falkirk before she sped of towards the Paulson nebula.

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Corporal Abbey St James
Bandit Crewman/Driver
SFMC Falkirk

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