Lt.Cmdr. Alexander Williams: That last bruice is on me.
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Lt.Cmdr. Alexander Williams
Dec 8, 2025, 4:02:41 PM (4 days ago) Dec 8
to USS Eagle – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Main Hangar, Repair Section | DS224))
Alex opened his arms, offering a hug as he crested the ladder. He knew it looked foolish, but perhaps it was a gesture she’d still trust. Against what he knew about her, he hoped she would drop her guard, even just for a moment. He only needed half a second to take her out. One clean opening. Silently, he prayed his training and resolve would be enough to make that half-second count.
Braya’s shaky hand lifted halfway, like she meant to take his offer, but she grabbed him by the uniform over his sternum, and pulled him bodily into the SIO seat.
oO So much for plan A. Yet I wonder, did she anticipate my move or is it just the adrenaline making her want to escape first. Let's hope it’s that last one. Oo
oO Lets see what she is up to. Oo
Williams: ::looking at Braya:: Orders, mon capitaine? Where shall we go?
Eyna: Hotwire... the Valkyrie can’t fly. I... I wasn’t able to fix her...
Favon: Response
oO Thank God! Oo
Williams: Well. That complicates things. what’s the main issue?
Eyna: The engine won’t start... We need to find another way... Wil... :: A tiny flinch:: Look at Alex... please, trust him.
Braya: ::Frantically hammering controls:: No! No you’re too good, Sparks. Y'fixed it…this can’t be. She flew. She was flyin’. Just gotta…::Pressing button after button, getting no life from the fighter:: C’mon, girl, y’can’t quit on me. Not now.
The panic was visible again. Her hands were moving over controls and levers like those of a madman. Whatever she did, it wasn’t helping the ship remained dormant. No engine hum, no lights from a console, besides the bare minimum of an emergency backlight. She was dead and needed a lot more than just a new exhaust pipe.
oO Shame, really. Although for our current situation not bad at all. Oo
Favon: response
Eyna: We’re all here, Braya. We’re not leaving you.
Even though Braya’s desperation made a lot of noise, Alex could also hear people getting closer to the ship. No doubt a new security team. And based on the station's garrison, it was probably half a squad, if not more. He moved out of his seat and headed over to Braya, who was still busy smashing her hands on the controls. Whatever happened, she would almost certainly be left with bruises or contusions. Alex felt sad as he watcher her desperation. Desperate to put a stop to it he put his left hand on her right shoulder.
Williams: The odds are turning against us Braya. That is half a security team out there. Surrender might not be the worst that can happen here today… We’ll find a way to get you back. You have my word on that. I will use every contact I have at HQ if needed. And believe me, there are more than a few brasses out there that owe me a favor.
Alex felt her fingers over his hand, which was all he needed right now. At least some part of her was aware of his presence and what he’d said. As he tried to make eye contact he spotted a phaser in her hands.
oO Oh No! Oo
Braya: ::Despondent, facing straight forward in the cockpit:: Lex. Sparks. Favon. I’m so sorry. I gotta end this loop. Restart. And break it the next time ‘round. Ya’ won’t have to mourn me. Y’won’t even remember.
Williams: Like hell you are!
Favon: response
Eyna: Hotwire, damn you! Listen to me now. You can’t fly it. It won’t work. Not like that. I can find another ship, but you need to listen to Alex first.
Alex realized he was losing the debate. If he could even call it that. She was aware of his presence but seemed to be in a totally different reality, talking about some loop she was caught in. If this was a loop, it was Alex’s first round. And killing himself, or anyone else for that matter, was not an option. Ever… No matter how many loops he would face after this one. He had to stop her, but if words weren’t going to do it, he had to go for a different approach.
Williams didn’t think. He lunged forward, closing the last meter between them as Braya lifted the phaser with trembling hands.
Williams: Braya!
She hesitated as he called out to her —barely, but enough. Alex seized her wrist, not twisting, not striking, only guiding the weapon aside. The sudden shift in momentum pulled her off balance, allowing Alex to find an opening in her neck for a Vulcan nerve pinch. It had been years since he practiced the method, but he was successful. Unfortunately, in focusing on the pinch and the weapon Braya held, he failed to consider how she would fall.
Braya collapsed forward, her head striking the console with a sharp crack that echoed through the cockpit. The phaser slipped from her hand and clattered to the deck, spinning once before settling.
Alex caught her the second time, easing her to the floor and checking her pulse with shaking fingers. A bruise was already forming at her temple, but her breathing was steady.
Williams: Damn it… Braya… I’m sorry. You left me no choice.
Outside, the pounding of approaching boots grew louder—security sweeping the corridor. Inside, Alex drew her gently against him, shielding her as the cockpit door rattled under the first attempts to force it.
Williams: Loop or no loop… you’re staying alive. I’ll see to the rest. ::looking at Favon and Enya:: Lets get that door open, and allow the security team in, before people get hurt.
Favon / Enya: Response?
((Happy to sim further if needed))
=========================
With great pleasure written as:
Lt.Cmdr Alexander Williams
Chief Security Officer
USS Eagle
A239006AW0
Alex opened his arms, offering a hug as he crested the ladder. He knew it looked foolish, but perhaps it was a gesture she’d still trust. Against what he knew about her, he hoped she would drop her guard, even just for a moment. He only needed half a second to take her out. One clean opening. Silently, he prayed his training and resolve would be enough to make that half-second count.
Braya’s shaky hand lifted halfway, like she meant to take his offer, but she grabbed him by the uniform over his sternum, and pulled him bodily into the SIO seat.
oO So much for plan A. Yet I wonder, did she anticipate my move or is it just the adrenaline making her want to escape first. Let's hope it’s that last one. Oo
oO Lets see what she is up to. Oo
Williams: ::looking at Braya:: Orders, mon capitaine? Where shall we go?
Eyna: Hotwire... the Valkyrie can’t fly. I... I wasn’t able to fix her...
Favon: Response
oO Thank God! Oo
Williams: Well. That complicates things. what’s the main issue?
Eyna: The engine won’t start... We need to find another way... Wil... :: A tiny flinch:: Look at Alex... please, trust him.
Braya: ::Frantically hammering controls:: No! No you’re too good, Sparks. Y'fixed it…this can’t be. She flew. She was flyin’. Just gotta…::Pressing button after button, getting no life from the fighter:: C’mon, girl, y’can’t quit on me. Not now.
The panic was visible again. Her hands were moving over controls and levers like those of a madman. Whatever she did, it wasn’t helping the ship remained dormant. No engine hum, no lights from a console, besides the bare minimum of an emergency backlight. She was dead and needed a lot more than just a new exhaust pipe.
oO Shame, really. Although for our current situation not bad at all. Oo
Favon: response
Eyna: We’re all here, Braya. We’re not leaving you.
Even though Braya’s desperation made a lot of noise, Alex could also hear people getting closer to the ship. No doubt a new security team. And based on the station's garrison, it was probably half a squad, if not more. He moved out of his seat and headed over to Braya, who was still busy smashing her hands on the controls. Whatever happened, she would almost certainly be left with bruises or contusions. Alex felt sad as he watcher her desperation. Desperate to put a stop to it he put his left hand on her right shoulder.
Williams: The odds are turning against us Braya. That is half a security team out there. Surrender might not be the worst that can happen here today… We’ll find a way to get you back. You have my word on that. I will use every contact I have at HQ if needed. And believe me, there are more than a few brasses out there that owe me a favor.
Alex felt her fingers over his hand, which was all he needed right now. At least some part of her was aware of his presence and what he’d said. As he tried to make eye contact he spotted a phaser in her hands.
oO Oh No! Oo
Braya: ::Despondent, facing straight forward in the cockpit:: Lex. Sparks. Favon. I’m so sorry. I gotta end this loop. Restart. And break it the next time ‘round. Ya’ won’t have to mourn me. Y’won’t even remember.
Williams: Like hell you are!
Favon: response
Eyna: Hotwire, damn you! Listen to me now. You can’t fly it. It won’t work. Not like that. I can find another ship, but you need to listen to Alex first.
Alex realized he was losing the debate. If he could even call it that. She was aware of his presence but seemed to be in a totally different reality, talking about some loop she was caught in. If this was a loop, it was Alex’s first round. And killing himself, or anyone else for that matter, was not an option. Ever… No matter how many loops he would face after this one. He had to stop her, but if words weren’t going to do it, he had to go for a different approach.
Williams didn’t think. He lunged forward, closing the last meter between them as Braya lifted the phaser with trembling hands.
Williams: Braya!
She hesitated as he called out to her —barely, but enough. Alex seized her wrist, not twisting, not striking, only guiding the weapon aside. The sudden shift in momentum pulled her off balance, allowing Alex to find an opening in her neck for a Vulcan nerve pinch. It had been years since he practiced the method, but he was successful. Unfortunately, in focusing on the pinch and the weapon Braya held, he failed to consider how she would fall.
Braya collapsed forward, her head striking the console with a sharp crack that echoed through the cockpit. The phaser slipped from her hand and clattered to the deck, spinning once before settling.
Alex caught her the second time, easing her to the floor and checking her pulse with shaking fingers. A bruise was already forming at her temple, but her breathing was steady.
Williams: Damn it… Braya… I’m sorry. You left me no choice.
Outside, the pounding of approaching boots grew louder—security sweeping the corridor. Inside, Alex drew her gently against him, shielding her as the cockpit door rattled under the first attempts to force it.
Williams: Loop or no loop… you’re staying alive. I’ll see to the rest. ::looking at Favon and Enya:: Lets get that door open, and allow the security team in, before people get hurt.
Favon / Enya: Response?
((Happy to sim further if needed))
=========================
With great pleasure written as:
Lt.Cmdr Alexander Williams
Chief Security Officer
USS Eagle
A239006AW0
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