Lt Alex Storm - The Noise of Silence
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Karen Morris
Aug 2, 2025, 11:51:52 PM8/2/25
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(( Molly Malone’s Irish Pub – First Promenade, Deck 225, Deep Space 224 ))
Noise. Sometimes external noise was a welcomed respite from the internal cacophony created by one’s own thoughts. If the external noise was melodious - like some old Earth jazz pieces - it resonated with a wounded soul in a way that nothing else could. Yet, the noise of laughter could lighten a spirit even if the listener wasn’t sure what the laughter was about. But the loudest noise of all was the noise of silence.
Despite the incessant noise, it had felt good to stretch her legs on the Starbase. Sure, she had landed here, but Sil had met her before she had a chance to explore even a fraction of the immensity of the station, but it had worked out. She had reported in and was immediately assigned to shoreleave. oO Not a bad gig, honestly. Oo Then she headed to sickbay and got her physical out of the way. She spent some time in the Elysium lounge on the ship. But she felt that on board the station, even in her uniform, she was able to blend into the background. So many ships from so many locations came and went. Their officers enjoyed their time in the shops, restaurants, and entertainment centers. Here she was invisible, or so she thought.
The Captain had suggested Molly Malones, so here she sat on a replica of an antique cushioned round stool. She had ordered the wings and a drink called a Flavor-Cracker. While she waited for wings - which she had heard of, but had never eaten - She was sipping on a large bowl-like glass filled with iridescent pastel liquids. Blues, pinks, maroons, and golds performed a dance as she swirled the cup before she took a sip. It didn’t taste like anything at all, but in a split second the flavor burst into her mouth like a mini explosion. Alex could taste orange, peach, green grapes, jumja, and unival flavors combined with something else to give it a little kick. It was something she would definitely drink again. But as she took another sip, she heard …
Meris: Pardon me. May I sit here?
Alex turned at the voice. The person beside her was an ensign wearing red. They felt and looked … not familiar, but like she had seen them in passing. She set her glass down as she tried to place the person.
Storm: Of course. Are you from the Artemis?
She thought for a second and then swiveled around to look at them a little closer.
Meris: I am Ensign Meris. Helmsperson for the Artemis. May I inquire as to your name?
But as Meris did, a server deposited a plate of about 10 chicken wings. There were different flavors and different sauces scattered across the plate. Alex just let them sit there, but the smell was tantalizing and made her mouth water.
Storm: I thought you were from the Artemis. Were you at the Elysium earlier today? And I’m Lieutenant Storm.
Meris nodded.
Meris: A pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant Storm.
Meris: May I inquire as to what you have ordered, Lieutenant?
Alex pointed to the plate in front of her.
Storm: These? These are chicken wings. ::Alex closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the aroma:: Don’t they smell amazing?
The tactical officer pushed the plate over nearer to Meris so they could get a good whiff of them. In doing so, her finger came in contact with some of the sauce, so she … had to … there was no choice but to lick the sauce off of her finger. She closed her eyes and relaxed into a pleasant sigh.
Meris: Response.
But Meris's response brought her back to the present.
Storm: When I reported aboard to the captain earlier today, she told me I had to have the wings at Molly Malones, so I decided to see what all the fuss was about.
Meris: Response.
Storm: Would you like to share these with me? I’m not sure I can eat all of them myself, anyway
Meris: Response.
~*~
Tags / TBC
~*~
Lt Alex Storm
Tactical Officer
USS Artemis
O240103SK2
Noise. Sometimes external noise was a welcomed respite from the internal cacophony created by one’s own thoughts. If the external noise was melodious - like some old Earth jazz pieces - it resonated with a wounded soul in a way that nothing else could. Yet, the noise of laughter could lighten a spirit even if the listener wasn’t sure what the laughter was about. But the loudest noise of all was the noise of silence.
~*~
Despite the incessant noise, it had felt good to stretch her legs on the Starbase. Sure, she had landed here, but Sil had met her before she had a chance to explore even a fraction of the immensity of the station, but it had worked out. She had reported in and was immediately assigned to shoreleave. oO Not a bad gig, honestly. Oo Then she headed to sickbay and got her physical out of the way. She spent some time in the Elysium lounge on the ship. But she felt that on board the station, even in her uniform, she was able to blend into the background. So many ships from so many locations came and went. Their officers enjoyed their time in the shops, restaurants, and entertainment centers. Here she was invisible, or so she thought.
The Captain had suggested Molly Malones, so here she sat on a replica of an antique cushioned round stool. She had ordered the wings and a drink called a Flavor-Cracker. While she waited for wings - which she had heard of, but had never eaten - She was sipping on a large bowl-like glass filled with iridescent pastel liquids. Blues, pinks, maroons, and golds performed a dance as she swirled the cup before she took a sip. It didn’t taste like anything at all, but in a split second the flavor burst into her mouth like a mini explosion. Alex could taste orange, peach, green grapes, jumja, and unival flavors combined with something else to give it a little kick. It was something she would definitely drink again. But as she took another sip, she heard …
Meris: Pardon me. May I sit here?
Alex turned at the voice. The person beside her was an ensign wearing red. They felt and looked … not familiar, but like she had seen them in passing. She set her glass down as she tried to place the person.
Storm: Of course. Are you from the Artemis?
She thought for a second and then swiveled around to look at them a little closer.
Meris: I am Ensign Meris. Helmsperson for the Artemis. May I inquire as to your name?
But as Meris did, a server deposited a plate of about 10 chicken wings. There were different flavors and different sauces scattered across the plate. Alex just let them sit there, but the smell was tantalizing and made her mouth water.
Storm: I thought you were from the Artemis. Were you at the Elysium earlier today? And I’m Lieutenant Storm.
Meris nodded.
Meris: A pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant Storm.
Meris: May I inquire as to what you have ordered, Lieutenant?
Alex pointed to the plate in front of her.
Storm: These? These are chicken wings. ::Alex closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the aroma:: Don’t they smell amazing?
The tactical officer pushed the plate over nearer to Meris so they could get a good whiff of them. In doing so, her finger came in contact with some of the sauce, so she … had to … there was no choice but to lick the sauce off of her finger. She closed her eyes and relaxed into a pleasant sigh.
Meris: Response.
But Meris's response brought her back to the present.
Storm: When I reported aboard to the captain earlier today, she told me I had to have the wings at Molly Malones, so I decided to see what all the fuss was about.
Meris: Response.
Storm: Would you like to share these with me? I’m not sure I can eat all of them myself, anyway
Meris: Response.
~*~
Tags / TBC
~*~
Lt Alex Storm
Tactical Officer
USS Artemis
O240103SK2
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