Lt.Cmdr Orson "Bear" Marshall - Entropy Followed Me Home
Jo Marshall
((Cochtois Lagoon, Deluvia IV))
Speaking of those parents assigned in the aft duties just in case Valesha and Chris were to suffer some catastrophic fatality, Chris looked up from licking the violet escaping droplets from the back of his hand to see a tall figure with shoulders standing a respectful distance away, dressed in clothes that were not for the beach, and likely chosen with the intention of going unnoticed by anyone who wasn't specifically looking.
Chris noticed him first, his jaw tightening a mere fraction, and felt like the peace they'd managed to find had been lobbed directly into the deep end.
C. Sienelis: I don't think he's here for me, somehow.
Sienelis: No, I don't think he is. ::She exhaled a sigh.:: I'll be right back.
C. Sienelis: I'll hold you to that.
He wouldn't—if anything, Bear's appearance only made the Russian concerned, churning in the pit of his stomach. Eyes like those he'd seen before, once or twice, when faced with an impossible dilemma. Valesha kissed his cheek and he shot her a tight-lipped smile of understanding, then watched her cross the beach toward the beach border.
Bear waited, his hands twitching by his sides as his feet refused to pace between palm trees. Broad shoulders tensed under the warmth, the heat of the sun, the heat of the shadows, and the pressing information weighing down the tongue in his head. Valesha moved as silently as a graceful feline toward him, then turned on the balls of her feet like her dancer to face the same direction he watched.
Sienelis: Hello Bear.
O. Marshall: Prima.
Sienelis: I'm assuming your being here isn't a happy coincidence?
O. Marshall: Not quite.
He slipped a small PADD from the confines of his jacket and held it out to her. Despite the cool, calm exterior he exuded effortlessly—it was hard to tell under the melting summer sun—his cage was thoroughly rattled.
O. Marshall: They won't tell me where she is. I've tried… everything I can think of now. Called in every favour. I'm at the end of a long list.
Sienelis: Response
O. Marshall: Read it for yourself. That was the last response I got from the Vulcan.
Sienelis: Response
Bear clenched his jaw as he leaned his shoulder against the nearest of the tree trunks, folding his arms over his chest. Intelligence always went the same way; a stone wall of silence, denial, disinterest, and dissociation. Until Lena came back, acknowledgement of her activity was kept between a set free, on a need to know basis, and clearly her husband who had been missing-in-action did not need to know.
O. Marshall: I've got her last location before she went entirely off-grid. That's all I could get from Dezhe, and even then, she doesn't trust the source. ::He shook his head, a long, frustrated sigh left his chest.:: The hell am I doing, Vee?
Sienelis: Response
Lt.Cmdr Orson "Bear" Marshall
Intelligence Officer
USS Gorkon
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