MSNPC Imogen “Admiral” Lacy — Distance's Gloss, in Spacetime

[Nolen Hobart]

((Guest Quarters, Deck 13, USS Khitomer, above Alpha Trionus II))

The Admiral stood upon feet planted firmly, a shoulder’s width apart. Her hands were behind her, one cupped into the other. Her room was silent, but for the muted echoes of the starship’s equipment, and the soft hush of circulated atmosphere. She had never laid eyes upon Alpha Trionus II, or the prison it housed. Certainly never before its destruction.

Now, it was all she could see. The angle of the starship was such that the large windows of the guest quarters were entirely filled by the planet’s distant surface below. There were not many indicators of atmosphere, and the ruddy terrain seemed from her height to be roughly as textured as a citrus fruit's rind. Each little rounded bump, she knew intellectually, was actually a massive peak. She imagined a dry and craggy surface, with details too fine to discern. There was a distance between knowing a thing, and seeing it in person.

The gloss of history was no different. By the time she had thought to look into the prison, the gaps in Starfleet’s collective knowledge had already eroded into gaping canyons. With the fate of the galaxy out of her hands and into Captain Shayne’s, she found herself with little to do but wonder at what was hiding in the shadows of those canyons.

There were many unanswered questions about what happened here, and the worst was that they were questions no one—including the Admiral herself—knew to ask.

TBC

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Imogen “Admiral” Lacy

Free Isle Fleet

as simmed by

Lt. Commander Nolen Hobart

Executive Officer

USS Khitomer (NCC-62400)

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