Lieutenant JG Torvi Ylvor - All The Pieces - Part 1

[Torvi Ylvor]

((Frontier Day plus 3, Jupiter Station))

Torvi walked through the corridor, somewhat unsure of where she needed to be, checking section numbers and signage, she was getting closer to her destination. The station was considerably different to Amity's design, more akin to a starship rather than a large luxurious base such as Amity. The winding corridors and lack of windows didn't help her disorientation. The station was being used as personnel overflow from vessels and facilities that had been extensively damaged during the Frontier day crisis. Short term accommodation for those who had been displaced, and there were still issues, bunks and limited space was already obvious as there was a considerable amount of personnel wandering the corridors. Torvi didn't mind the amount of people, she didn't exactly want to be alone at the moment. 

She continued on, entering a section labeled rather amateurishly as 'Marine Country' where things got substantially stiller. The doors opened to a larger cargo bay, with cargo boxes lined up into makeshift walls and rooms throughout the bay. She looked for any sign of a familiar face, one in particular, asking a nearby Corporal for his whereabouts. The Corporal paused, looked like he was chewing rocks, then gestured his head in a small nod toward the back of the bay. The Corporal walked off quickly as if the cargo bay doors were about to open and he needed to get out of there. 

Torvi looked back at the man as he walked away, confused. Judging by his body language it wasn't good. She walked over to the area as directed, and knocked on one of the cargo boxes near the entry to the temporary room. A small piece of cloth was hung on a pipe across the threshold. No answer was given, but Torvi could see someone through the small gap in the cloth. She stepped through, pulling the cloth out of the way. There were four bunks, sets of two across from each other, and the figure sat on the bottom bunk of one, the shadow from the bunk making it even darker, mostly covering the man's face. 

It was darker in this room than the rest of them, others had lights on, screens, but mostly everything was off here, and she could only make out simple details, at least until her eyes adjusted. She recognised the build of the man, as 1st Lieutenant Dalton Wakefield, her long-distance oO boyfriend? Oo she struggled with the title, they hadn't really been in contact since she moved to Amity outpost. She absolutely felt guilt on that one, as she had only just sprung the transfer on him as she was packing her things on the Gorkon. 

What Torvi could see didn't make her feel settled, she could see his eyes were open, catching a little of the available light, but they weren't really focused on anything, more like a 1000 light years away. Stubble was visible on his face, about 3 days worth by her guess, mainly as she knew him to be someone who always shaved. 

Ylvor: Dalton?

The man took in a deep breath through his nose as if woken from a sleep, then looked groggily up at the interloper into his room. Locking eyes with Torvi's his eyes went wide, his mouth opened. His right hand went for his thigh, a muscle memory to obtain his sidearm, only there wasn't one there. Torvi's brow furrowed at this reaction, confused and concerned. 

Wakefield: You're one of them aren't you!? 

He said with such malice in his voice. Torvi was taken aback, her own anger and guilt about the changelings bubbling to the surface. 

Ylvor: I'm not, you can scan me if you need to. 

Her voice tried to stay calm, regardless of the mix of emotions she felt. He let out a disgusted huff. 

Ylvor: Dalton, what's going on? 

Wakefield: I already told the investigators and my CO everything, go find the report. 

She moved closer to him, but seeing him flinch, she stopped. 

Ylvor: Talk to me? 

Wakefield: You killed them.. 

Ylvor: Wha.. I

She was at a loss for words, she grabbed a small stool that was nearby and took a seat, facing Dalton. She felt a pit in her stomach form as she was entirely confused. 

Ylvor: Killed who? 

The thought of her not remembering taking life when she was assimilated was almost too much to bear, she wiped away a tear and steeled herself for an answer. 

Wakefield: My team, the crew. 

Ylvor: Dalton, you aren't making sense. 

She saw there was a hypospray with what looked like a sedative loaded in. She looked back to Dalton, who was getting visibly angry. 

Wakefield: You came aboard the Albion at Cestus III, we went to my quarters and you took me out. I woke up and the ship was almost destroyed. 

((Flashback, Frontier Day minus 1 - Cargo Bay 3 - USS Albion (Curry Class) in orbit of Cestus III))

1st Lieutenant Dalton Wakefield gave a final nod to the Marines he had finished conversing with and proceeded on with his rounds. PADD in hand he checked off a few more items of the manifest, and checked the next section of his itinerary. He was pleased to be heading back to Earth, and even more excited to have his team perform the demonstration they had been planning and rehearsing for 3 months. His platoon had practiced the mock seizing of a ship's bridge, auxiliary control and engineering in a multitude of ways on the holodeck. They were ready, and having accepted a promotion to 1st Lieutenant, he was exceptionally pleased to confirm his CO's trust in him. Things were going well. 

Heading to the armory next, he headed down the aged corridors of the well worn ship. The Albion had been a troop transport during the Dominion Wars, and was still kicking around seeing limited use by the Marine Corps for a few different purposes. With the demobilisation after the war, many ships were decommissioned, leaving limited resources for Marine use. Especially now given the Fleet Formation Mode rollout to all compatible ships was occurring, they would potentially find that even the Albion would be up for the decommission yard. The Curry class ship was so far out of compatibility it was a running joke amongst those on board as to when it was being installed. 

Invested in his PADD, someone was closing up behind him at a bit of a pace. 

Ylvor: Heya Dalton. 

Wakefield furrowed his brow in recognition, and his eyebrows went sky high when he realised. 

Wakefield: Spots!

He turned around and saw Torvi standing there, her hands behind her back, swaying from left to right, a massive grin across her face. Pulling her in for a hug he was entirely too excited to see her. 

Wakefield: What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were on Amity?

Ylvor: A few of us were chosen to come back for Frontier Day, I had some time to kill so I thought I'd come find you.. ::she paused, a wicked grin on her face:: and perform an inspection on your quarters... 

She moved in closer and went in for a kiss, Dalton kissed her back. Hearing someone clear their throat from a little further down the corridor, he pulled away. 

Wakefield: Well yes of course Lieutenant, ::He gestured to adjoining corridor:: right this way please. 

A few moments later they entered his quarters and Torvi locked the door behind her. Seeming in a playful, mock bashful mood, it was clear what she had in mind. He moved over to his bed and turned around toward Torvi. She made a turn around gesture as she went for the clasp on her uniform. He obliged, begrudgingly. 

An intense pain shot through his shoulder like he was stabbed with a spear, before he felt himself being lifted roughly from the ground and thrown into the bulkhead wall. His world went black. 

To Be Continued

Lieutenant JG Torvi Ylvor | Security/Tactical Officer | Amity Outpost 

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1st Lieutenant Dalton Wakefield | Marine Platoon Commander, 4th MARDIV - Camp Killigrew

NPC portrayed by Kyle