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Post by Col. Charybdis on Mar 22, 2007 8:53:02 GMT -6
After getting back to my temporary quarters which I was still in due to Urdea's painfully slow investigation of Elmer's death, I checked in with the bridge to speak with Cmdr. Sheba. Since I was on light duty for the duration of the jump, I could have the next cycle free.
Then, I remembered, Amy!!! I had been going to see her when all of this mess happened!. After a brief conversation with the Med Lab, I found out that Amy was staying with Brie.
Hmmm. Well, I better go and talk with her. We had a lot to discuss...
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Post by LucianG on Mar 24, 2007 8:17:22 GMT -6
Major Urdea had already done it, but with yet another delay in closing the case, he decided to make yet another "last visit" to the scene of Elmer's death. Opening his file on the table in the outer room, he browsed through the contents, which he had basically memorized, then went into the turboflush room and, once more, looked at everything. Though the blood had been removed sometime after the event, the stains were all carefully marked to preserve the spatter pattern. Basically everything else was as it had been that evening. Examining each item and idea critically, he worked his way through the events of that fateful evening, now a number of sectars ago. Finally, nodding, he closed the case then went to the comm unit on the wall. "Maintenance, this is Major Urdea."
"How can I help you, Sir?" asked the person on the other end.
"Please have a crew report to Colonel Charybdis's quarters. The entire room is to be sanitized and recleaned for rehabitation, and then the walls are to be repainted to match existing. As soon as the job is done, please send Colonel Charybdis a note, and copy me on it. I'd like for it to be today, if at all possible."
"We'll take care of it right now, Sir. There a couple of paint crews working corridors nearby, but those aren't critical."
"Thank you," replied the Security Chief. "I'll let him know that it should be available for him to move back in tomorrow." Though the cloud of the investigation still hung over the Colonel for a few more cycles, at least he wouldn't have to deal with the continued, long-term displacement after the Callisto came out of this jump.
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Post by Col. Charybdis on Mar 26, 2007 9:49:07 GMT -6
As i was walking toward Brie's quarters, my comm unit buzzed. It read a text message that said that I could move back into my quarters by the next cycle. Finally, I thought. I guess they are moving on with the investigation. I needed to talk to Urdea to see what had finally turned up about the case.
I came to Brie's door and pushed the button. I had not seen Amy since she was released from Med Lab where she had undergone the terrible procedure. I wondered what state of mind she would be in...
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Post by Amy81 on Mar 26, 2007 12:41:28 GMT -6
Amy had just finished drying and combing out her hair when she heard the door buzzer. She looked up suddenly, then remembered that Brie had gone out. Amy sighed, picking up a robe and putting it on. She grabbed the belt and tied it around her waist. Whoever it was, she could get rid of in a flash and get back to.... just what was there to get back too?
Yeah, her hair.
She hit the button to open the door, and was surprised to see Charybdis standing there. "Oh jeez" she said. "If you were expecting Major Brie, she's not here right now." She shifted so she was now blocking the doorway, one hand on her hip, the other on the button, ready to close the door again.
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Post by Col. Charybdis on Mar 27, 2007 8:41:02 GMT -6
"Amy," I said. It was good to see her again. It had been so long, or at least it seemed that way since they wheeled her into surgery.
I noticed that she made no move to let me in nor showed any emotion toward me and stayed with her hand on the door activator. I suddenly felt a real dread. Not again. "No, I didn't come to see Brie. I came to see you..."
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Post by Amy81 on Mar 29, 2007 18:16:06 GMT -6
Amy self-consciously closed the robe around her neck slightly. "Well, take a likeness then. I hear it lasts longer."
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Post by Col. Charybdis on Mar 30, 2007 11:31:15 GMT -6
What in the twelve worlds? I figured that this might be harder than it seemed at first.
"Amy, what is going on? Tell me..."
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Post by Amy81 on Mar 30, 2007 17:20:24 GMT -6
Amy's expression changed as a million things poured through her mind. "You can stand there and ask me that?" she asked. "What? You want a list?"
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Post by Col. Charybdis on Apr 2, 2007 7:33:48 GMT -6
"A list? Yeah, maybe I do! I can't read minds, you know. Although apparently, it seems like everyone around here expects me to! They don't tell me a damn bit of what's going on, and then when I ask a question, they tear into me like a rabid lupus! So what the frack is going on??"
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Post by Amy81 on Apr 5, 2007 8:00:47 GMT -6
"Okay, fine" Amy said. "For starters, I'm feeling okay, thanks for asking. I actually stopped breathing in surgery, for so long the doctor was going to pronounce me dead, but I came back. Your child though, is dead, or whatever it was it was mutating into. Any desk in the medlab could have told you this, if you'd bothered to ask. Oh, that's right, your bump on the head. I'll bet you found your way to the bridge okay after it. But no time to find out my condition."
"Like you had no time for Abby. The whole while I was in medlab in that coma, you never came by to offer comfort or condolances. Or after her husband was dead, her supposed future son-in-law couldn't make it down to medlab to offer sympathy, or at least to tell her that her husband died in your turboflush, and that you were, and still are as far as I know, the chief suspect in his death, and hopefully that you didn't do it. You couldn't even tell me, the whole time we were discussing our future together. You let both of us find out from an outside source, like we weren't going to hear it from somebody else. Believe me, from you would have been better, to hear in your own words what happened."
"Instead, the whole time I still thought I had our baby, you did nothing but resist the idea of the seal, until I had to remind you of your proposal before I left on that mission. Only then did you agree. And now I know why. Well, the baby is gone, so you can go play the field. The idea of forcing you to agree to be married on a technicality isn't exactly romance's crowning moment anyway. Just next time you get engaged, don't smooch some other girl in the middle of a corridor."
"...And that is what the frack is going on."
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