Zephyr
Posted on Fri Oct 1st, 2021 @ 12:54pm by Captain Rhenora Kaylen
Mission:
Gamma Quadrant
Timeline: BACKPOST
OOC - finally got around to finishing this after starting it weeks ago. Set just as we pass through the wormhole last. Complete musey drabble and not connected to the current plotline at all.
It was like the faintest of zephyrs, the barest hint of a caress from a passing breeze, yet neither was possible in her current location. The bridge of a starship was the epitome of control, even down to the environmental systems. Atmospheric recycling units filtered and returned the air on the ship in a continuous and undetectable cycle, keeping the crew alive and breathing without even noticing the process. She felt it on the backs of her hand and on the sensitive skin of her cheek, then it was gone as quickly as it had begun. No-one else seemed to have noticed and for a moment she contemplated whether she had felt it at all.
The end of the shift came and with it Alpha shift headed off duty, eager to hand over to the fresh faced Beta team as they took their places. Handovers were given, briefings conducted and smiles exchanged then Alpha shift trickled off the bridge, and with them the ships CO, still musing over if she had felt the breeze at all.
The turbolift ride was lost in times past, memories of times where life had changed tack, either dramatically, or more often subtly. Still no matter how subtle the change of direction was still noticable in hindsight and was generally accompanied by the winds of change. Feelings of discontent, of contemplation and soul searching, and nearly always now presided by a vision from the Prophets.
The turbolift doors opened revealing the drab corridor that looked the same on almost every deck, this one leading a short distance to a cabin on the right, the quarters she shared with Remal. Handy to the bridge and the quarters of the other senior officers it was the largest on board save for those assigned to high level dignitaries.
Her boots were muffled on the quiet carpet, woven fibres fulling the sound of her heels and her mind. A finger was raised to the control panel, the doors parted and revealed a dark and calm interior. Renal would be home soon and with him the smell of a delicious dinner. A rumble of her stomach reminded her of the fact she hadn't eaten for several hours.
Heading first to the bedroom where the jacket and boots were discarded on the bed, socked feet curling into the soft carpet just a little once freedom had been achieved.
The coffee pot was set on the stove, the burner blue with heat as it toiled at its task. Her mind wandered again, falling into a series of events, landmarks one could almost call them in her life. The death of her parents, the liberation of the processing centre, the eventual retreat of the Cardassians. Her joining the militia and then transferring to Starfleet, captaining her first vessel and the series of ships that bore the name Sunfire that followed. Meeting Remal, a brief stint on the Sydney, a few years behind a desk in a stuffy office then back in space. More recently Liberty had been her home, before once again finding herself on the bridge of the Sunfire, this time with her husband and their unborn child now blossoming within her belly. 3 months and the winds of change that had once held like the barest of zephrys would become a gale. There was still the prophecy and their return to Bajor to become the next Emissaries, at a time of which only the Prophets knew of course. Until that time she would be guided by the breeze that filled the sails, dictating direction like an old sailing boat. There would be a time when the breeze died and the waters were calm, affording a period of rest and recubance before the winds of change would inevitably rise once more and fill the sails, casting them off towards another adventure.
