MSPNPC Lt Barb Brynes - Tap tap tap
Jess
(( Deck 4 - USS Icarus ))
Join Starfleet they said. It'll be adventurous they said. Your
name will be in Warp drive history they said.
Not that this hadn't been an adventure since leaving the space
dock, they had gone places that nobody had seen before thanks to
this drive, this experiment the crew had joined.
And now? What now?
There were strangers on this ship, some of those species were
completely foreign, their uniforms looked like flimsy space suits.
The patch on the arms identified them as crew from a ship called
the Constitution. Starfleet. How could they be from the same
organisation but be so different? And most importantly, these
people did not acknowledge her at all, no matter much she had
tried to talk to them, they just talked over her and then, walked
through her. THROUGH!
How? How had that happened? What was going on? Was she dead? Were
the stories actually right and there was an afterlife? Why did
that afterlife drop her in that ship? Were ghosts bound to places
they had been when they passed away? She didn't feel dead, but
would a ghost feel like it was a ghost?
Brynes: No no no, you aren't dead. Well let's assume you aren't.
What else could it be. Think science, you are an officer.
Sure she wasn't a science officer, but that didn't mean she didn't
have an education to think like one. She was Starfleet after all.
Her best and most obvious guess was that something went wrong with
that last hyperjump, which from what they had been told used
subspace to get from one place to another. Maybe that rift
swallowed them whole. But then how did these people get in here
and why could they not see her? Parallel universe? Frequency
incompatibility? Overlapping planes of existence? She groaned as
her head started to hurt with more possibilities than answers.
With a frustrated grunt she did what every wonderfully adjusted
human would be doing. She threw something against a wall and the
silence was disrupted by a distant metallic sound. The first sound
she had heard from her surroundings since ... she didn't remember.
Without power in this ship to display clocks she has lost track of
time. It took her a whole 27 seconds to realize that she had
actually thrown something! And not just anything... a chair that
had been floating through the air. Her eyes widened. So there was
a way to interact with it. How had she done it? She just
remembered being frustrated and it 'just worked'.
She looked around the place and saw none of those strange people
anywhere, two of her own crew mates just walked around the corner
out of sight engaged into a very heated discussion she was not
privy too but they did not even notice her. Her mind reeled. If
she could interact with something because of frustration, what
else would allow to do that? Did any emotion work? Was this about
the emotion or just the oomph behind it? Was it any of that at all
or had this been a fluke?
Walking to a bulkhead she reached out to touch it but her hand
went right through it, expected. She mustered all that will she
could muster.. as if she wanted to punch that wall and reached out
again. Her eyes widened when her finger met the surface and she
felt the pushback. A squeal left her mouth before she quickly
stopped that.
Brynes: ::mumbling:: Come on, you're an adult. ::squealing:: But
it WORKED!
She cleared her throat hoping nobody had seen or heard that and
considered what she could do with that new discovery. She could
touch things if she did it right. After a moment a big wolfish
grin washed over her features, before taking off.
It didn't take her too long, walking through some walls and
climbing some stairs to reach the point of the ship that was most
center. A cargo bay. A large room that was filled with crates and
barrels, now instead of resting on shelves they floated around in
the air. Just like the other stuff all over the ship. She looked
along the walls and ceiling and made her way to a wall, peeking
her head in to find what she was looking for. It only took a few
tries to find it. Metal bars. The structural skeleton of the ship.
She reached down to a small pouch at her belt. She carried a
replacement communication earpiece with her anytime since she had
lost the last four by placing it somewhere and then forgetting
where. Since that was on her person, holding it was not a problem
at all.
Now she had to focus her willpower, dig into those emotions and
hope it worked as she planned it to work. She was a comms officer,
so she would be doing her damn job. Trying to communicate. She
began to tap against the metal once.. then another time, and
another. It took more time between those taps but she hoped that
there was a comms officer among those strange people who could
understand what she was trying to say. 'Who are you.'
MSNPC Barb Brynes
Communication Officer
USS Icarus
Commodore Jalana Rajel
Commanding Officer
USS Constitution B
Image Team Member
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Character Pronouns: She/Her
Player Pronouns: They/Them