Danger Flight

Posted on 08 Dec 2017 @ 3:55pm by Lieutenant JG Tris Shizn & Lieutenant Aria Rice
Edited on on 10 Dec 2017 @ 8:48am

5,539 words; about a 28 minute read

Mission: Episode 15 - Emanation
Location: Earth - San Francisco
Timeline: MD 38, 0900 hrs

ON:

Lieutenant Junior Grade Aria Rice smiled to herself as she waited by the landing pad, holding a box close to her chest. Short and slender with her hair in a sharp pony tail and wearing civilian gear, she had gotten herself leave from the USS Saratoga for this special trip to Earth. Well. Special was one way of putting it. It was good to have friends within Starfleet Intelligence. Or more people she knew. One of them had sent her a message. It had been a simple one. A name. And a location. Lirha Saalm, Perth Australia. And then two words after that. Penal Colony. It was all that Aria had needed for this.

It had been two years since she had last seen Lirha. Two years since her transfer to the USS Saratoga, a border patrol ship who had needed an assistant Chief of Security with compassion. And Aria Rice had compassion coming out of her ears. It hadn't been what she had envisioned but she had learned a lot in two years. From stopping smugglers to inspecting ships, she had learned to recognise danger and not show it. She had grown up. Well. A little bit.

And yet one word that Lirha was in trouble and she had asked for time off. She had explained to her Captain exactly why and the woman had regarded her with steely eyes before granting her the leave. The words still rang in her head.

Saalm is one of us. If she needs a friend, then she better get one. Just come back, Rice. And don't do anything stupid.

Yeah. Aria couldn't exactly make promises. She always did something stupid. Most times, it worked out though. So here she was, waiting to take a shuttle to see Lirha. With cookies. Once, years ago, she had brought freshly baked cookies to Saalm, when she was vulnerable and needed someone there. Aria had wanted to be the one. That good old compassion and loyalty thing coming in and doing what it was meant to do. Kicked her arse into gear, made her pull out of the routine. And she wanted to see her. Wanted her to know she still had friends. Because friends were hard to come by. True friends anyway. Sure, Aria hadn't spoken to Lirha in two years. That was just how time worked. You got busy, you had to get yourself into a new crew, a new family. So other people slipped away, became fond memories. She sighed and shifted on her heeled boots, blue eyes watching the sky. Earth's horizon was so different to Luna's. And if she squinted, she could see where she had grown up. Of course, whether she could actually physically see it or imagined it was up to debate. She knew she would have a lot of time in Perth before she could see Saalm. But that was the way that vvistor lists worked. Had to pass through the proper chains.

Nothing like a bunch of cavemen with power.

A Type 11 shuttle approached landing pad 14-B. The sun glinted off its surface in the morning light. It settled softly and tenderly on the pad in the Southwest corner Starfleet Headquarters. The pilot shut down the shuttle systems, unbuckled, and opened the hatch. He knew that he wouldn’t be there very long, but that was procedure.

The Ensign had been on temporary duty assignment for Starfleet Headquarters for several weeks now, until his permanent assignment was confirmed, had been running a variety of shuttle flights all over the Earth and about the Sol system.

Walking toward the entryway, Tris recalled his orders about this particular mission. He stopped and activated to open hatch sequence. The orders were from a Commander Markos, so he was expected to be ready, 'spit and polished' for his role as pilot. However, this next part Tris found to be unusual and just slightly cryptic. He had not been told which shuttle to use, but instructed to pick a shuttle to fit the criteria; the mission might be short or long distance, flexibility is a must, transporter capable, and no other passengers allowed on board. The real unusual part was that the passengers would use the word 'Danger'.

There were so many mysteries about this mission. Tris wasn't sure if the passengers were going to be one person or a small group of personnel. Even further, his usual assignments had always been with a co-pilot, but now he found it odd the instructions were quite specific that he would be the only crew. For these reasons the Andorian selected the Type 11 shuttle, which he thought best suited the prerequisite conditions.

Standing by the entry Tris glanced out the doorway and only saw one person. A girl? He queried to himself, as his antennae shot straight up and out. He didn't want to appear rude and look twice, yet his antennae both now angled together toward the doorway. He knew she would be coming onboard in a moment. But his mind began to wander, Why would I be asked to ferry a civilian human female somewhere?

Aria smiled gently to herself before she grinned. Problem with asking favours from Starfleet Intelligence people...either they went overboard with the cryptic or they took the piss. She wasn't sure which one that the fair-haired, cold, sarcastic and cynical Starfleet Intelligence Commander had picked. So she moved to the shuttle and waved her hand at the Andorian. "Hey. Danger," she said, raising an eyebrow before she smiled warmly. "Permission to come onboard?" She met his eyes, holding the box close to her side now, her other arm just hanging down as she took him in as much as he took her in. He was paler than most Andorians she had come across. Built well as well, but with the way Starfleet encouraged physical exercise, especially if you had your eyes on the Captain's chair, she wasn't surprised. She tilted her head to the side a bit, raising an eyebrow. "Or is there a group of angry people inside there just waiting to take me away?"

Tris frowned slightly as he found it odd that this 'girl' had used the supposed password as his 'name'. Or was she just being nieve, not knowing the proper way to pass on a code-word. The Andorian's expression changed to that of a controlled smile to her question about 'angry people'. He truly wanted to bust out laughing, but just replied with a chuckle, "Ah, no. Just you and me Ma'am. No angry people. I'm Ensign Shizn. Please come aboard." He extended his arm as a gesture of welcome into the shuttle.

Aria grinned at the words and nodded, moving inside slowly. "It's Aria," she said gently. "Not ma'am. I...just Aria will do." She looked around, observing what was inside with a guarded look. She was used to coming on shuttles and ships now and look for dangers. Anything dodgy. She shook herself out of that mentality.

"Yes M.. " but the Andorian then cut himself off and then added in more gentle tone, "Aria. Yes. Welcome." Tris found it unusual that she was looking about the shuttle cautiously, possibly uncertain of herself or who or what might be in the shuttle. He noticed that she was still clutching a box, which he thought seemed odd, but asked anyway, "Would you like me to secure that box for you?"

"Oh! That is a good idea," she nodded before she opened it. Inside was chocolate chip cookies and she offered the box over. "Do you like cookies? Non-replicated, so they are full of all that bad stuff that makes them taste even better. Have one if you want. There's plenty."

A curious expression changed to uncertainty, but the Ens. Shizn just smile, "Possibly later," he said with encouragement, and accepted the box from the girl. Tris quickly placed it in a cabinet to the side and then turned back to her. "Aria?" He cleared his throats to get her attention again. She seemed to be fascinated with the shuttle. "I just wanted to make sure if there were any other passengers that you were expecting?"

"Nope, just me!" Aria declared with a warm smile, moving in as she looked around, inspecting it with the critical eye of a Security officer, but the smile of someone going on a journey. She felt like Bilbo Baggings.

"I see," Shizn replied. "Well then, please have a seat anywhere you would like, and I'll secure the hatch."

"Sure thing," Aria said with a nod, watching Shizn for a moment. This was going to be a pleasant flight. He seemed decently chatty. Good. She didn't want just silence.

Tris turned to glance out the exterior port, just to be sure of anyone else, and activated the closing procedure.

Aria made her way to the co-pilot's seat and sat down, reaching to bring up the specs of the shuttlecraft. She read them quickly, humming softly to herself as her fingers moved over the familiar buttons. She wasn't a pilot, but she had done some courses at the Academy and besides...Luna liked shuttles. Best way to get from one end to the other. She sat back after a moment, satisfied everything was the way it should be.

Tris walked forward to find 'the girl' in the co-pilot seat. He subconsciously felt infuriated at first, with a scowl on his face while his antennae angled directly at the back of her head. Was he going to have to put up with childish female issues for the whole trip ?!?! He took a breath and sighed. He thought, She does seem nice. And I did say to sit anywhere.

Tris smiled kindly, gave a shrug, moved up, and sat down. He glanced over to Aria with a smile and commented pleasantly, "It looks like you have done this before." Seeing the readouts before her which she had changed.

"Small things," Aria said as she glanced at him, chuckling. "Sorry. It's a habit. Happens on Luna, I think. You get so used to shuttles. And really, I shouldn't be touching other people's things. You got the coordinates we are going to?"

Tris was somewhat surprised by her familiararity. He thought, Maybe I've misjudged her. She may be an Intelligence Officer for all I know.

Shizn replied quickly and honestly, "Actually no. It was rather an unusual request to have a vessel prepared for just about any situation. Where would you like to go?" He raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Perth, Australia. The Penal Colony..." she reached out and put the coordinates in for him, smiling gently before she looked over at him playfully. "Don't worry, you're not doing prison transfer. I am just visiting a friend."

The Andorian replied slightly hesitant, "Oh? Alright. To Perth we go then." Tris turned quickly to the controls. He tapped in the flight plan for clearance out of the local air space around Starfleet Command. In the next few seconds he activated the power systems; repulsor, shields, and thrusters.

A voice came over the speaker, "Shuttlecraft Muskogee, you are clear to depart on a vector of Two-One-Zero. Confirm Two, One, Zero."

Ensign Shizn activated the Comm with his reply, "Thank you flight control. Vectoring out at Two, One, Zero."

With a quick glance to Aria, Tris activated the thrusters and the shuttle lifted off gently and quickly accelerated away, banking slightly to the southeast as instructed. It was only a few seconds before the Muskogee was accelerating over the wide blue Pacific. Tris thought it best to not minimize the transfer time with a parabolic flight, but to conduct a more moderate flight of about 45 minutes, with the ceiling of 80,000 feet for this flight across half a world. The Andorian watched as the shuttle's height reached a point where the blue skies parted to become dark and the stars shown through the thin atmosphere.

Aria enjoyed the view, looking out with warm eyes before she sighed contently. She smiled as she looked over at Shizn, studying him closely before she smiled to him. "Do you want something to drink? Captain?" she said in her best holonovel airhostess voice. It was a decently long flight and she could do with a coffee.

Tris frowned slightly in thought with furrowed eyebrows, but then realized that his passenger was making an effort to be kind. Thoughtfully, his lips pursed as he considered her kindness. The Andorian replied, "Thank you. That would be very kind of you Aria." But then thought he should correct her, "But, you shouldn't call me 'Captain'. I'm only an Ensign, and this is only a shuttle." Tris realized at that moment that he had not thought of her as 'the girl'. He thought, Maybe this won't be such a bad flight after all.

She chuckled warmly as she looked at him, shaking her head. "It's what they used to say on Earth like...aaages ago. That if you were in a plane, the pilot was the Captain...I was pretending to be an air stewardess..." she winked before she moved to the replicator. "What do you want to drink? I am going to have a coffee...it's like a hug in a mug that also gives you a kick in the head and wakes you up!"

Tris was totally confused, even with her explanation. He thought about what a plane was 'ages ago'. He still didn't quite understand the humor she was implying. Her explanation for the drink seemed a bit harsh for anything he might like, but was beginning to see that this was her attempt at humor and a bit of frivolity. He now smiled mostly to himself, but was sure some of it showed. The Andorian replied with, "That is very kind of you. I would very much like some cold Gingling juice."

Aria nodded and replicated him some cold Gingling juice...as for her, black coffee. She carried it back and offered it before she sat down, blowing on her hot drink before she sipped it. "So, why a pilot?" she asked, tilting her head.

Tris accepted the drink with both hands, since the shuttle was currently on auto-pilot on a set trajectory and southeasterly course. He took a quick sip allowing all the wonderful fruit flavors to 'splash and play' over his tongue before swallowing. He lowered his drink to his lap and looked to Aria thoughtfully. He was curious if she knew nothingness of Andorian biology or she was just being polite and honest. He felt the question was a honest one, so Tris decided to take it at face value. He smiled like when everyone knows the joke, but still tells it anyway. Tris took a breath and began, "Well, for me it is the opportunity to see the stars and the hopeful possibilities that they bring." He stopped and realized that that was his standard answer for joining Starfleet and grimaced. He knew he could do better than than. He quickly added, "But piloting is so much more. Of course it's necessary to understand all the different issues in space that will effect one's craft, but I seek the joy guiding a vessel through the darkness. Piloting a shuttle like this," he glanced about the formidable and complex small Starship. "Piloting a shuttle allows me to use my innate Andorian abilities . . of knowing and feeling when something is close and can guide the vessel more safely." He took another long drink of the Gingling, hoping that his answer provided what she was looking for.

Aria nodded gently at the words, taking them in. "Something special about that. Using your abilities to their fullest," she said and looked into her coffee. As a human, she had nothing like that. Starfleet Security had been because she would never have been able to pass the physical requirements for the Marines. Security was because she didn't have the brain for science, intelligence, medical, engineering and helm. And lacked the required skills and interest for Ops.

Tris noticed that her comment was polite, yet not as expected. Based on her previous comments, he was expecting something else. Then with her long pause, at which time his right antennae angled subconsciously toward her, he felt there was much more going on in her personal thoughts. All this he considered as he took a long drink of the Gingling.

Aria shook the moment off her and smiled, meeting his eyes before she sipped her coffee. "It's good, you know. Getting the chance to do what you love and helping people. Starfleet's great for that."

The Andorian considered her comment for a moment, wondering if she was being sincere or just polite. He wasn't sure why, but Tris decided to take her at her words. He replied, "Yes, it can be nice when those to subsets intersect." He paused for a long second and added, "But they can be mutually exclusive. It is possible that what I choose to do for 'me' has nothing to do with any other person."

Aria laughed warmly and nodded, her eyes warm. "And thank the stars for that, because I'd hate for humanity to be the only ones with a little bit of a selfish streak. Like...I joined Starfleet because I wasn't sure what I would do with my life, but I knew I wanted to be out and do stuff. Good stuff. And it's been an interesting ride. A very, very interesting ride."

Tris pondered if Aria's use of the word 'ride' was an invitation for him to ask her more specifically about her adventures. The feeling he received from his antennae, he could identify as 'an openness' from her. He couldn't read minds nor tell if someone was lying, but he did get perceptions sometimes, like in this case. Tris identified it more as a sensing of an individual's 'orah', hers which was currently light and accepting, which was in contrast to being closed off and walls of intense anger energies. With all this considered, and the flight was going to take a little longer, he asked, "If I may ask, what type of 'good stuff' did you intend to do in Starfleet."

Aria shrugged weakly before she smiled almost shyly. "I just..." she considered how to best say it. "I just wanted to make a difference somehow." And it was true. "If I can help one person, then...maybe my life means something more."

Tris turned away causually, checking the course reading. Actually, the Andorian was frowning in thought. Aria had really not answered the question, which may mean that she didn't want to discuss the situation. To him it sounded more like a vague and non-committal comment to the question's probing inquiry.

The pilot put a smile on his face and turned again to his passenger. "Have you been able to help others as yet? What are your skills to be an aid to others?"

"I..." Aria clearly was surprised by the question. She considered it for a long moment, her jaw tightening slightly. It wasn't the best memories. But she would be honest in answering it. "So far, I haven't saved anyone's life," she said softly. "I suppose the best thing I have done is to put a wounded animal out of its misery on an away mission. Apart from that? I am still trying to find the perfect little thing to do that makes my life...worth it."

Tris didn't respond right away. His mind was stuck on Aria's use of the word 'perfect'. It seemed to him that she was looking for the 'ideal' or 'perfect' or 'one and only' thing she could do. This disturbed him greatly. He knew it was the 'journey' and not the 'final location' that was imperative. He was curious if he should try and convey that message to this unknown 'girl' next to him. He knew not her past or life experiences. He even asked himself, Who am I to correct or guide this person? Do I have the right or responsibility to interfere?

Aria looked at him as th silence stretched before she looked out, taking a deeper breath. Great conversation killer, Rice. Should bottle this up and use it when you are avoiding people on the street she though before she sank back into the co-pilot's chair.

Ensign Shizn finally began with seeking concent, "I may be speaking, as they say, 'out of turn', and tell me to just shut up if my comment offends you." There was another couple seconds of pause as Tris focused his thoughts, his antennae laying across his forehead pointing directly at Aria. "One of the sayings my Mother taught me as a boy was 'Live in the moment'. She explained that, yes we should plan for the future, but if we do not live in the moment, we will always be looking behind at our past actions and not see the opportunities that occur right next to us." He really wasn't sure if that was coming across to her or was the comment 'too deep' for this 'girl'.

"No day but today," Aria whispered softly before she smiled weakly. "Yeah. Sometimes it is easier said than done though." She stood quickly and moved to the replicator. "Not the most perceptive person me. My Chief says I wouldn't see an opportunity even if it hit me in the face. Which, you know...has happened, although not opportunities as much as being caught in a brawl I had zero intentions of being part of..." she let her voice drift off before she gave a weak nod. "Thanks for the pep-talk. And the perspective."

Tris listened to her as she moved back to the replicator. Maybe I did reach her on some level, he thought. He then recalled what she had said earlier and asked with interest, "So, you have a concern for animals?" Changing the subject.

Aria chuckled softly as sipped her coffee before she walked over to him. "Yes. I mean, I like animals..." she glanced at him before she looked out at the view. "This one attacked the away team and killed a man and his dog and got wounded in the process. I...put it out of its misery. It was hurting and...and I couldn't help it any other way."

Tris considered Aria's plight in that situation, where an animal is hurt, and the suffering is ended quicker . . Tris' mind began to wander slightly and ended up on something and then he spoke softly without realizing, "I'd like to end the misery of a couple Andorian Admirals." He looked up at Aria, suddenly realizing what he had said, sounding startled and apologetic, speaking quickly, "Oh, I'm sorry. Just thinking out loud. A bad habit, a very bad habit." The last comment more of a mumble. Tris turned away and began to busy himself with the controls, checking their course and speed and the sensor sweeps for their area.

She chuckled at that, shaking her head. "Don't worry about it. We all think things like that at some point. Glad I am not the only one who lets my thoughts...slip out verbally."

The Andorian thought about her kindness. He wasn't sure why he had been so open and forward. "That's very kind of you to say," he said as he checked the shuttle controls and readouts. "I really shouldn't have said that about those members of the Andorian Admirality."

"Oh, details!" she laughed and shook her head, shrugging firmly. "Not like they're here and I wouldn't tell them anyway. And even if I did, I doubt they'd believe me."

Here again, Tris had made a comment not intended for anyone else, but Aria seemed interested. And she didn't seem like the type to repeat to others or try to hurt him. A deeper though came up. Could Aria be here to study him and find out if he is trustworthy?

Tris ignored that silly thought, leaned back in his chair, and turned to the young woman, looking at her for a moment to get a final 'read' on her before sharing. He then took in a significant breath and began, "I was once a junior officer in the Andorian Imperial Guard." He let that comment hang in the air before he continued.

Aria looked at him before she smiled weakly, remaining silent to let him go on as she leant closer, getting comfortable.

"Some of the Fleet Admirals were persuaded by a very powerful Andorian to cause me some issues." Tris hesitated looking down in reflection, then saying, "I chose to resign rather than function under that kind of control."

"So..." Aria said in a soft voice, her eyes gentle as she studied his face. "Why would a very powerful Andorian do that?" she asked him, her hand resting on her leg. It was a genuine but gentle question...and he could tell her to forget it if he wanted to.

As Tris’ eyes were fixed on Aria, he considered her question; for what it was for, and how he felt about her asking. His antennae went through several slow movements, angling toward her and then away, as he felt that impression of the spectrum.

Aria looked at him before she smiled gently, tilting her head to the side. She wasn't sure if he saw her. He seemed so...deep in thought. So she stayed silent.

It was a long time, several long seconds before he decided to respond, fore he felt he could trust her with his very personal information. After a long inhalation Tris spoke in a soft monotone voice, “Prejudice.”

Tris let that one word hang in the air a couple more seconds before adding, “He was the father of a girl that I had fallen in love with. We loved each other.” Tris sighed and looked down slightly, “She knew that I was part Eanar, and had no problem with it. But her father?” He looked again at Aria, “He didn't want any part of that, especially considering the inevitability of Grandchildren.”

"I don't get that sort of...thing. I mean, why does that matter? Why does things like what caste or species or whatnot..." Aria held her hands up in disbelief, shaking her head firmly. "Strip away everything and we're just...people with emotions. Even the Vulcans and I mean...well...they have emotions underneath all that logic." She smiled shyly to Tris before she let out a breath. "I am sorry though. It was unfair. I...don't suppose you had the chance to elope? You and her?"

His head dropped with down cast eyes, even his antennae high forward as he gave into the emotional frustration. After a couple seconds of thinking about the girl of his dreams, he simply replied, “No.”

There was a long silence between them several minutes until an indicator light began to flash and a soft buzzer sounded. Tris perked up and became his usual professional self informing his passenger, “We are about to descend into Perth.”

"Cool," Aria said and nodded, settling herself back into the chair for a moment, practically wriggling.

Ens. Shizn angled the shuttle in for a slow decent toward the prison. After another minute Tris turned to Aria and said, “I’m sorry, I never took the opportunity to ask you why you were going to the Penal Colony?” He knew they had a couple more minutes before they landed.

"I am going to see a friend of mine. She's an inmate. First, I have to get permission to see her. Might take a bit of time, but if I am here I can lobby..." Aria said before she frowned, shaking her head. "She's one of the best people I have ever known. And she shouldn't be here."

Tris considered the different parts of the explanation. He found it to be vague, which was understandable. He then interjected, “I would assume that you would like me to wait with the shuttle for you.” He then felt he had to explain, so there was no misunderstanding, “No rush. I’m here for whatever you need. Within reason, of course.”

"No...this can take weeks. I couldn't take your time that way," she said and shook her head, appreciating the offer. "Thanks though. Hopefully I will see you around. Big universe, small Starfleet..."

Tris felt a bit confused by what she had explained. There was just a few minutes left before landing, yet he felt a need to ask, “What exactly are you going to do . . for ‘weeks’ at a prison?” The Andorian looked to her with sad and concerned eyes. He dare not ask anything more personal.

"I'll find stuff to do. Pop over to the town and do whatever the locals do," Aria said before she smiled gently. "Maybe go to the bush. I am good at finding ways of entertaining myself after all. And there's always things I can do on a PADD...short courses and things like that."

Tris looked out the viewport toward the approaching land. He was even more curious now, because of her vague answers. However, he knew he needed to be accepting of the situation. It was her decision to make. There was nothing more he could say or do, because it was now time to land.

Aria looked at him before she looked out, taking the scenery in. She let out a soft breath, frowning as she rubbed her arm. Lirha was here.

The Andorian placed his full focus on the controls before him, deactivating the auto-pilot, and activated the Comm, “Perth Flight Control, this is Shuttlecraft Muskogee on approach to the Penal Colony, requesting clearance and landing instructions.” Tris looked over to Aria sympathetically with lips in a thin line. He didn’t know what else to say. This was the end of their time together, which he had enjoyed very much.

There was a moment before a male voice came through. "Shuttlecraft Muskogee, we have received your clearance as a priority. Please land on runway 3, south-west approach. We will have staff receiving you there."

“Message received and understood, Perth Control. Muskogee out.” Tris confidently handled the Comm. He glanced over to Aria with a bit more of a smile and said, “I will have you down and safe in just a minute or so.” Tris turned back to the controls, causing the shuttle to bank around the colony for a southwest approach.

Aria looked out, frowning slightly as she watched the building approach. "Thanks," she said quietly, her mood suddenly darker now that she was witnessing where Lirha lived.

Tris didn’t respond to Aria’s kindness as he focused on brining the shuttle in toward a landing. A couple hours worth of talking quickly flipped through his mind, finding many thing that could appreciate Aria for, but mostly her honesty.

The Muskogee came to a gentle rest on the landing grid. Ensign Shizn disengaged the engines and primary systems. He rose from the pilot’s seat to stand behind it, hesitating, not sure what to say.

Aria let out a breath before she stood, slowly, as if her body was suddenly very heavy. She rolled her shoulders before she forced a smile. Showtime, she supposed.

Tris then spoke up, still a bit uncertain, “I should get that box of cookies for you.” And moved to where they had been stowed at the beginning of their flight.

"Yes...thanks," Aria said and moved over to him, her eyes gentle as she watched him. "Not just for that. It was a good trip."

The Andorian unsecured the box during her comment, then turned to face Aria with the box between them. Tris all of a sudden felt uncomfortable, nervous, and speechless, yet didn’t understand why. They had had a good flight, had enjoyed each other’s company, and even shared a few private things. Why are you feeling so nervous? He asked himself as he extended the box toward her. Finally getting out, “Yes, a good trip.” He then felt extremely dim-witted for saying something so imbecilic.

Aria looked at him and took the box, putting it under her arm. She reached out and squeezed his shoulder, even if she had to get on her toes to do so properly rather than a light tap. "And you keep on flying like that. Because you're damned good at it. Oh! And take care of yourself as well. Don't let anyone stop your dreams and hopes..." the last was said with a wink.

Tris watched as Aria stepped off the shuttle. He knew that a wink from a human signified a hint of familiarity or understanding. He took it as her way of encouragement. She apparently wanted him to keep flying, and that is what he planned to do. But, he sure was hoping for a regular assignment soon.

OFF:

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Lt. Junior Grade Aria Rice
Security Officer
USS Saratoga
[PNPC Vansen]

Ens. Tris Shizn
Pilot - USS Muskogee
Starfleet Command

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