Molly Williams - They're home!
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Zenia Emba
Jul 21, 2022, 6:37:49 AM7/21/22
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((Praxau district, Habitat Ring, Amity Outpost))
There was a hustle and bustle around the Paxau district today. And not in its usual spot "down the street" Which had increased after the tellerite she'd named "Mr Ink" had set up his shop.
She didn't like "Mr Ink". He didn't even make funny advertisements like Betazoid Bob, who's shop was always passed with groaning as the jingle would get stuck in peoples heads. And there was always wacky stuff in there - like the last time she'd gone down there he sold these things he claimed "licence plates" - except they didn't look like plates at all, just rectangular sheets of metal - rusty pieces of metal with ID numbers imprinted into them, topped all off with a fading coat of paint...
But today, she skipped to and through the crowd, extra glad it was up the street instead of down, curiosity leading her to explore.
Crewman: The Indy-B's scheduled to come home today.
Molly, from her childlike stature and few meters away from the conversation, scowled a little. It was not "The Indy-B". The ship was called "USS Independence-B, (registry number NCC-1776-B)."
Crewman 2: Took them long enough.
Crewman: I'm actually really glad we stayed here. They're landing in terminal B for repairs. God knows what happened out there...
Molly diverted her focus from that conversation to her thoughts. If the USS Independence-B, (registry number NCC-1776-B) was home, then everyone who was on it was also home, and she hadn't seen Crewman Annamae Barberra around at all since the USS Independence-B, (registry number NCC-1776-B) left in the first place...
Molly smiled and began running towards the train station. The USS Independence-B, (registry number NCC-1776-B) was located (or going to be located) on Terminal B like the crewman said, and after a look at the little stop list sitting just underneath how long each line took to get there she smiled as a purple line train pulled up and after a few starfleet officers clambered off (so fast she wasn't able to look at their rank ensignia - her favourite part of a starfleet uniform) and a few more civilians stepped off, she stepped on.
There were seats, but Molly was a kid, and even if the inertial dampeners built into the carriage somewhat spoiled the thrill of standing on a train without holding onto anything and having to keep your balance, the three-stop ride was amazing nonetheless.
((Terminal B, Amity Outpost))
Except now there was a problem. She was at the terminal but the USS Independence-B, (registry number NCC-1776-B) wasn't here yet. She had to wait, and she had to keep herself occupied until a ship would latch onto the terminal and everyone would return.
((Approx. 2 hours later))
After some sucessful attempts at crab-walking and other not-so-successful attemps at peering into the restricted starfleet-only area, along with a hot chocolate from "the coffee bench" which was in fact just a bench - one that required Molly to stand on her tip-toes to see over the countertop. She also spent some time drinking said chocolate while lying on the floor and resting her legs up against the wall with the occasional attempt at hand-standing and the just as occasional thumble of balance, and almost spilling the hot chocolate, along with a small worry that she should probably head home...
But there was the groaning noise of a ship docking, seeming knocking a ton of energy back into Molly. She attempted to handstand one last time before getting up and running up a flight of stairs to reach the USS Independence-B, (registry number NCC-1776-B).
She watched and waited in a little corridor as starfleet officers of all different divisions and ranks left the ship. She averted her eyes when a half-Klingon Lieutenant Junior-Grade in gold caught sight of the 8 year old half-Vulcan with puffy and tear-stained eyes and gave a look of "What the hell are you doing here?" Before continuing to walk off rather quickly, face in her hands.
And then the chain of people walking off ceased. And Crewman Annamae Barberra was not among them. Molly was disappointed, and her face showed so. Crewman Annamae Barberra was really nice. And she had cool stuff. But she wasn't here...
Molly glumly turned to begin walking away, slowly going in circles before begining her crab-walks and wall-handstands again. Surely Crewman Annamae Barberra was on the ship... right? Maybe she was beginning repairs. Maybe she was checking everyone had gotten off. Maybe...
Molly's imagination which had been churning and churning away for what felt like a long time (but maybe that was because of the boredom, or it actually had been a genuinely long time) stopped when a crewman in red came out, (shortly followed by a lieutenant she did not know) causing Molly's smile to beam.
Molly: Crewman Annamae Barberra!
Barberra/Flint: response
Molly: How was your time on the USS Independence-B, ::whispering:: (registry number NCC-1776-B)
Maybe it would be easier just to call that ship the "USS Independence-B" for short...
Barberra/Flint: response
There was a hustle and bustle around the Paxau district today. And not in its usual spot "down the street" Which had increased after the tellerite she'd named "Mr Ink" had set up his shop.
She didn't like "Mr Ink". He didn't even make funny advertisements like Betazoid Bob, who's shop was always passed with groaning as the jingle would get stuck in peoples heads. And there was always wacky stuff in there - like the last time she'd gone down there he sold these things he claimed "licence plates" - except they didn't look like plates at all, just rectangular sheets of metal - rusty pieces of metal with ID numbers imprinted into them, topped all off with a fading coat of paint...
But today, she skipped to and through the crowd, extra glad it was up the street instead of down, curiosity leading her to explore.
Crewman: The Indy-B's scheduled to come home today.
Molly, from her childlike stature and few meters away from the conversation, scowled a little. It was not "The Indy-B". The ship was called "USS Independence-B, (registry number NCC-1776-B)."
Crewman 2: Took them long enough.
Crewman: I'm actually really glad we stayed here. They're landing in terminal B for repairs. God knows what happened out there...
Molly diverted her focus from that conversation to her thoughts. If the USS Independence-B, (registry number NCC-1776-B) was home, then everyone who was on it was also home, and she hadn't seen Crewman Annamae Barberra around at all since the USS Independence-B, (registry number NCC-1776-B) left in the first place...
Molly smiled and began running towards the train station. The USS Independence-B, (registry number NCC-1776-B) was located (or going to be located) on Terminal B like the crewman said, and after a look at the little stop list sitting just underneath how long each line took to get there she smiled as a purple line train pulled up and after a few starfleet officers clambered off (so fast she wasn't able to look at their rank ensignia - her favourite part of a starfleet uniform) and a few more civilians stepped off, she stepped on.
There were seats, but Molly was a kid, and even if the inertial dampeners built into the carriage somewhat spoiled the thrill of standing on a train without holding onto anything and having to keep your balance, the three-stop ride was amazing nonetheless.
((Terminal B, Amity Outpost))
Except now there was a problem. She was at the terminal but the USS Independence-B, (registry number NCC-1776-B) wasn't here yet. She had to wait, and she had to keep herself occupied until a ship would latch onto the terminal and everyone would return.
((Approx. 2 hours later))
After some sucessful attempts at crab-walking and other not-so-successful attemps at peering into the restricted starfleet-only area, along with a hot chocolate from "the coffee bench" which was in fact just a bench - one that required Molly to stand on her tip-toes to see over the countertop. She also spent some time drinking said chocolate while lying on the floor and resting her legs up against the wall with the occasional attempt at hand-standing and the just as occasional thumble of balance, and almost spilling the hot chocolate, along with a small worry that she should probably head home...
But there was the groaning noise of a ship docking, seeming knocking a ton of energy back into Molly. She attempted to handstand one last time before getting up and running up a flight of stairs to reach the USS Independence-B, (registry number NCC-1776-B).
She watched and waited in a little corridor as starfleet officers of all different divisions and ranks left the ship. She averted her eyes when a half-Klingon Lieutenant Junior-Grade in gold caught sight of the 8 year old half-Vulcan with puffy and tear-stained eyes and gave a look of "What the hell are you doing here?" Before continuing to walk off rather quickly, face in her hands.
And then the chain of people walking off ceased. And Crewman Annamae Barberra was not among them. Molly was disappointed, and her face showed so. Crewman Annamae Barberra was really nice. And she had cool stuff. But she wasn't here...
Molly glumly turned to begin walking away, slowly going in circles before begining her crab-walks and wall-handstands again. Surely Crewman Annamae Barberra was on the ship... right? Maybe she was beginning repairs. Maybe she was checking everyone had gotten off. Maybe...
Molly's imagination which had been churning and churning away for what felt like a long time (but maybe that was because of the boredom, or it actually had been a genuinely long time) stopped when a crewman in red came out, (shortly followed by a lieutenant she did not know) causing Molly's smile to beam.
Molly: Crewman Annamae Barberra!
Barberra/Flint: response
Molly: How was your time on the USS Independence-B, ::whispering:: (registry number NCC-1776-B)
Maybe it would be easier just to call that ship the "USS Independence-B" for short...
Barberra/Flint: response
Tbc (Sorry for crashing your date...)
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Molly Williams
Daughter of Ensign Williams
Amity Outpost
A239810RI3
Molly Williams
Daughter of Ensign Williams
Amity Outpost
A239810RI3
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