Lt. Kim Stapledon - Foot In Mouth Syndrome

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Dec 8, 2025, 3:31:57 PM (4 days ago) Dec 8
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Drex: If we’re going to stay in the Atrian Reaches, I hope they’ll at least fill it with no-fly zone buoys. ::He glanced at Stapledon, a wry flicker in his eye. Then raising three fingers,:: Three missions, three areas restricted. There's probably a good reason why this area has been avoided for so long

Kim laughed.

Stapledon: A challenge is good. After all, someone has to erase the "here be dragons" labels from the old star charts.

Adea: Such a shame that it cost so many lives.

Kim felt a momentary surge of embarrassment.  She did her best not to let it show for now.  

Drex: Response

Trying to recover, Kim said,

Stapledon: I can understand danger having been found. Still though, what would you say was the most rewarding or interesting of the missions this crew has been on so far?

The captain frowned.

Adea: I can’t speak for all three missions, but I suppose the madness of the Killipaartalik Nebula was quite scientifically interesting, although we still haven’t solved the mystery of what caused the hysteria.

Drex : Response

Stapledon: Oh wow, that sounds like it was quite the adventure.

Adea: It was; a nebula that drove many to violent thoughts and aggressive acts. But I wasn’t there for the mission before, Drex, could you give us a run down?

Drex: Response

Frontier Day briefly flashed in her mind.  The image of Nemo, dead at her assimilated hands, flickered in and out of her consciousness, bounced off so many layers of therapy work she'd done both on herself and with the help of counselors.

Stapledon:  I am sorry.

Adea: Oh, I had read the report, but this seems quite a bit deeper than that.

Her analytical mind took over now while she felt herself grounding herself out of habit, running through a checklist of what it felt like to have her arm rest on the chair, her bottom pressed against it, her feet on the floor.  It was a ritual, a phenomenological offering to the horror from Frontier Day that still sometimes stirred in the bottom of her mind.

Stapledon:  The usual culprits like viruses, bacteria, were ruled out?

Drex/Adea:  Response

Stapledon:  Oh I see.

Drex/Adea:  Response

Stapledon:  Something like that...

Drex/Adea:  Response


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Lt. Kimberly Stapledon
Science Officer
USS Eagle
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