Lt JG Braya - Call me Hotwire

[Braya of Clan Ralnek]

((Yet Unnamed Runabout, en-route to Bolarus))

A conversation Braya had hoped would never come, but knew inevitable once Williams saw the cloak, was not behind her. It was difficult to feel at all relieved, when having no more chances left, but she did her best work under pressure, and one chance was all she’d ever needed before. 

Braya: About to enter atmosphere, Sir. Where was it y’wanted me t’bring ya’?

Adea: Oh, if you could take me down to the Federation outpost, I have a meeting with the Ambassador.

Braya: Yes, Sir. 

oO The hell is that about? Oo

The urge to ask for more, jockey for details, was like a weighted blanket pressing her down from all sides. Information was a powerful tool. Why did they need to meet? What was so important that subspace could not suffice? Curiosity boiled in her, but she shoved it aside. Now was not the time to try her luck. Escaping one conversation only slightly scorched would suffice for today. 

Adea: I just want to say, Lieutenant. Don’t stop being an independent thinker, you’re a doer, and I like that about you. But please, just consider the crew the next time. We’re here, we matter, and we want to help.

The runabout sailed through the skies of Bolarus, a little faster and a little closer to other air traffic than regulations strictly permitted. It wasn’t that Braya meant to break the rules. Rather, she just happened to skirt them by nature, and thus when the right opportunity struck, was already teetering toward decisions the Federation might find…questionable.  

With a glance his way to let him know she’d heard, and was considering how to respond, Braya tipped the craft toward their landing pad. 

Braya: Understood, Sir. I never once thought y’all didn’t matter. I just…didn’t think it right makin’ my mess yours. An’ I get what y’er sayin’. Y’all don’t think that way here. It’s…well it’s a lot t’get used to. All at once. An’ I’m sorry. 

Adea: Response?

Flinching just slightly at the sound of her name, Braya put the ship down and with a few presses on the panel, sent the engines into their spooldown cycle.   

Braya: Aye, Sir. ::Swiveling her chair to turn to him again, voice humbled:: Capt’n. I know I fouled this up. An’ I got no right t’ask anythin’ of ya’. But maybe just consider this? ::A pause:: Y’see. Ain’t no one where I'm from who called me Braya. ‘Cept my mother. They all just use my callsign. An’ that’s…well that’s how I like it. Feels like home, y’know? If ya' could. If…Starfleet allows that sorta’ thing. 

Feeling contrite for even having asked, she glanced away suddenly, and hit the control to open the gangway hatch. 

Braya: I’m sorry, Sir. It’s silly. 

Adea: Response?

Braya: ::Glancing back at him, a tiny smile, hope rekindling:: Hotwire. 

Adea: Response?

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Lt. JG Braya of Clan Ralnek

HCO

USS Eagle

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