Lt Imril - Rylor Epilogue

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Chris Taylor

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Apr 12, 2026, 6:48:30 PM (12 days ago) Apr 12
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((Imril’s Quarters, Deck Five, USS Artemis-A))



The doors to Imril quarters opened, and they entered with two solid pips on their collar and both hands full.  In their hands was a freshly-replicated model kit, which when fully assembled would form a visage of the Artemis II lunar probe, an Earth vessel of some historical note. It seemed an appropriate icon to decorate their new office down in Engineering. A visual representation of legacy. Imril was not the first person to hold the position of the Artemis' Assistant Chief Engineer anymore than it was the first to bear the name.


The swivel-bottomed desk computer, presently facing the door, blinked furiously. Telling of a significant number of messages waiting for them. 


But they prioritized setting that table for the ‘work’ ahead. Paints, brushes, binding agents, clippers, files and so on. Placing them out on the table, upon which the adjustable magnifier usually sat. Only after they sat down did they turn the computer screen their way.


Imril: Computer, play the waiting messages. Oldest to newest.


There was quite the variety of communiques, some with visual recordings some without. Congratulations and well wishes from personnel who hadn’t been present at the ceremony. A request from Lt. Minthar to schedule an appointment to discuss impulse energy emissions and other matters. A notice from the ship’s Intelligence Chief that their request for research materials regarding Breen energy dampening weapons was being expedited in light of their new position.


Imril listened to the missives as background noise while they worked on the model. Occasionally looking up when the words came attached to a familiar face rather than a voice pattern graphic. 


Until an unknown face appeared that made them take a double look and then stop and stare at the screen. A young woman, perhaps just barely out of her teens, with mocha skin and honey-gold eyes. An undeniable similarity about her cheeks and nose.


Bactrican Woman: Hello, Imril. I’m your sister.



END


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Lieutenant Imril

Engineering Officer

USS Artemis-A

A240110I12


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