Night One.

Posted on Fri Nov 25th, 2022 @ 3:23am by Lieutenant Commander Bonnie "Bon-Bon" Durnell

Mission: Planet of the Dinosaurs
Location: USS Sunfire
Timeline: Current- Ish

After the food was ate and people began prepping themselves for sleep, Bonnie excused herself from the lounge area. She couldn't sleep with a belly full of food not while her mind was racing anyways. So she donned her light and went for a walk, mainly to look for a new uniform.

As she slipped into the hall, she could hear Thomas's voice laughing jovially. He was a good man and a hard worker, as was Ronson and Thriss. But Thomas in particular was a good leader and it warmed Bonnie's heart to know the group was in good inhands.

In the adjoining room she finally slipped out of the straps that were holding up the bulky fire suit pants, then with the grace of a cat dropped unceremoniously into a bathtub, she fell out of the pants by falling over and landing on her rump. Now, just in her undershirt, still splashed with Kits dried blood and her underwear and a light, she was free to move about easier, quieter. And much less sweatier.

As she prowled through the darkness, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the destruction and the smells of the ship as it sat silently in the dark. Eerie was a good way to describe the feeling. A starship should always be powered up and online, it's warp core like a heartbeat, it's computer core, the brain. Right now the mighty Sunfire had neither.

A few minutes later she found herself in Ensign Alopecia's quarters, rummaging through the mess for a spare uniform. They were of similar size so Bonnie felt it would be a fair bet she would find something that would fit. It wasn't long before she found a new shirt, tossed her old one away and replaced it with the clean one. The pants she found were a size bigger than she was, but there was a belt laying on the desk.

Skipping the jacket due to the warmth of the interior, she took a lasting look into the mirror and suddenly felt all alone in the silence of the ship. It was way too quiet. But Ensign Alopecia's bed was looking inviting. As she lay down and curled up into a tight ball under the weight of a blanket, she suddenly missed her Papa, tucking her in at night.

He would go on and on about the various eras of history, from precambrian through the lycopene and the Jurassic. He would drone on and on and she would fall asleep with no problems at all. But, he was gone now, as was her ability to transport back to Earth. It was all gone. He had finally joined her mother in the great beyond, hopefully frolicking in some afterlife field with some Jurassic herbivore.

Sleep would not come easy now. It was going to be a long few days.