Where did she go?

Posted on 13 Oct 2021 @ 9:31pm by Lieutenant JG Tris Shizn
Edited on on 29 Oct 2021 @ 6:38pm

1,009 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Episode 17 - Crystal of Life
Location: USS Galileo-A - Mess Hall
Timeline: MD 06, 1800 hrs

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Tris walked slowly down the passageway. He was just plain tired of bed-rest following his stay in Sickbay. He had been instructed to take it easy for a couple days, and most likely the Doc would authorize him for duty in a couple more days.

Crew members walked past him, their eyes glanced toward the Andorian as he walked slowly, slightly stooped, and with a hand on a wall from time to time to help keep his balance.

After what seemed like a protracted amount of time, Shizn arrived at the Messhall. He truly had no desire for food and eating at the moment wasn’t enjoyable, but he knew he had to keep ip his strength. Tris made is way over to the replicator and ordered up a snack and drink. Personnel moved out of his way as he slowly carried the tray to a nearby table. After setting the tray on a small table, he partially flopped into the chair. Being this weak was not at all as he desired. He looked up quickly to see if any one had noticed him, but saw no eyes looking his way. After squaring himself to the table, he then centered the tray as well. Uniformity and and being orecise were hallmarks of a good officer. At least he was trying.

After a slow cleansing breath, Tris picked up the the glass of muljoo juice, native to his home, and took a long drink. Lowering the glass, he was surprised to see an Andorian woman sitting across from him. His antenna lifted and spread in curiosity. He definitely didn’t notice when she had sat before him. And oddly, she made no indication that she even knew he was there.

He spoke courteously, “Hello. I am Lieutenant Shizn . . .” But with no response, he stopped speaking, canting his head slightly to the right as his left antenna extended toward her. There was no response nor reaction from the Female Andorian with an Ensign pip on her uniform.

Now looking more uncertain, Tris spoke more abrasively, “May I help you !?” She still did not react to this intervention. Tris noticed that she continued to look intently at her open palms that were held side by side in front of her, as if holding something that he could not see.

Shizn leaned back in amazement. He was very surprised that this Andorian in Starfleet uniform was now ignoring him. She seemed to be totally blocking him out, as if in a trance looking at her palms.

Shizn glanced about quickly at the other crewmen around, but none were looking his direction. He truly didn’t understand what was taking place. Tris closed his eyes in frustration as his antenna narrowed and extended forward. He took in a breath, about to express himself in a more authoritive tone, and when he opened his eyes blurting out loudly, “Excuse me . . . “. But he stopped with his mouth hanging open.

The Andorian woman that had been sitting quietly before him was now gone. He gripped the table as if the artificial gravity had just been turned off. He turned his head quickly from side to side, searching for the Andorian. His eyes then detected a handful of crewmen nearby looking directly at him.

Tris averted his eyes, looking down at the tray before him, placing his fingers of his right hand along the right side of his face as if concentrating on something.

Ensign Welch stepped up next to him and asked with a concerned tone, “Lieutenant? Is everything all right?”

Tris didn’t reply, but

Shizn slowly looked up with a blank expression at the woman with long blonde hair, but he did not reply. His expression then transitioned to a slight yet concerned grimace. His eyes again darted about at others near him, noticing that they had turned away or went back to what they had been doing.

Tris frowned, his antenna laid back on his white hair with the tips pointing up. Shizn then looked to Welch and asked with a touch of confusion in his voice, “Did you, . . did you see an Andorian Officer sitting across from me, just now?”

Welch canted her head slightly to the left, grimacing with concern as she placed her right hand gently on his left shoulder. “Lieutenant? Umm , . . . no.” She quickly looked about the room, but not seeing any medical personnel to call upon, looked back at Shizn asking, “Can I get something . . . or someone for you?”

Tris looked up and smiled at the Ensign, speaking confidently, “Hi Welch, um no. I guess I’m just letting my imagination get the better of me.” Shizn looked down for just a second and thought quickly through what had just transpired. Something had happened and he knew he had seen something, but not sure what. This was definitely not the time to cry for help.

Shizn again looked up at Welch, “Thank you Ensign. I very much appreciate your concern.” He smiled again, “I’ll be just fine.” With that said, Tris looked away across the room taking another sip of his drink.

With that said, Welch felt like she had been dismissed. She was still concerned for her superior and friend, but didn’t feel right pushing the subject, at least not right now, especially with the curt yet kind dismissal. She simply replied in a friendly tone. “Alright then. I’ll see ya tomorrow.” With that said, Ens. Welch turned and went back to the friends at her table.

Tris’ eyes followed her. He felt that he owed her more of an explanation, but not now. He needed more information on this Andorian he had just seen before him. He took a final draw on his drink, setting the glass down as he stood. He knew he needed a bit of privacy to go over personnel records. He definitely needed to find out who this female Andorian was and why she had appeared before him.

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LTJG Tris Shizn
Helmsman
USS Galileo-A

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