LT Aine Sherlock and Shevon Sherlock - This Isn't Over, Part 1

[Aine Sherlock]

((Temporary Quarter, Starbase 118))

Shevon had seen a lot of cargo and docking bays, but rarely did she venture far from her home in the stars. She'd even been to 118 a few times in her life, but never took the chance to venture into the belly of the beast. But now, here she was. A maze of corridors and levels. She wasn't sure where to go or what to do. Her life was suddenly halted from its norm. The Promenade seemed as good a place as any to lose one's self and it was there she went.

((Promenade, Starbase 118, a short time later))

Shevon used the PADD that was provided with her temporary quarters to navigate her way to the Promenade. The shear number of shops and restaurants was enough to overwhelm anyone, not to mention the vast variety of alien species she was seeing. She'd seen her share, but there were many here she couldn't even have imagined to exist. And the view to the Commercial District below, she did not know such things could be built, at least not on a space station. Everything appeared nice and clean too. But then again, compared to the Delight, a bucket of dirt appeared clean.

She eventually approached one of the many replicator cafes...replimats...whatever they were, they were free. But she hadn't a clue what to order. Food aboard the Delight could only be described as "edible," and nothing else. Eventually she just ordered some kind of soup she'd overheard someone else ordering. As she slowly sipped tiny spoonfuls at a time, she watched the passersby and wondered if it was always this busy. And with each passing second, she realized more and more that she was alone. Not just alone at a table. Much of the crew was already seeking employment elsewhere, on ships soon to leave. And since many of them came from other ships, that made sense. She knew nothing else, hadn't a clue yet what she would do. Other existential thoughts came and went. Would anyone even remember what had happened? Would anyone know she even existed? Of course not. The only person she ever really knew was dead. From birth it seemed, she was destined to be abandoned by the galaxy.

As her soup grew cold, which she wasn't really enjoying anyways, a beeping sound came from the PADD she had with her. She wasn't sure what it meant, but there was a small blinking light on the touch screen so she tapped it. A box opened up on the screen showing the face of the woman who came to retrieve her from the shuttlebay. The one with the same name. The one that accused her of being some sort of random creation by something she still didn't understand.

A. Sherlock: Miss...Sherlock. Um...can I all you Shevon?

S. Sherlock: I'd prefer that actually.

Aine noted that Shevon's face looked both suspicious and reluctant. She'd seen that face on her when she first brought her to the Observation Lounge and Captain Monroe had revealed Aine's name. She wondered if the woman often made that face.

A. Sherlock: Good. I was wondering if you had any free time to meet. There's some things I'd like to discuss with you.

Shevon noted what Aine had said and how similar it was to what she'd said in the shuttlebay after her rescue. She wondered if all Starfleeters talked that way all the time.

S. Sherlock: Do you always talk like that?

A. Sherlock: ::a look of surprise came across Aine's face:: Like what?

S. Sherlock: I don't know ::long pause:: evasively?

A. Sherlock: I'm not trying to be evasive.

S. Sherlock: Then why don't you ever just say what it is you want to talk about?

Aine had always just considered it polite.

A. Sherlock: I just... ::shrugging:: I want to talk about our father. And, your future.

S. Sherlock: I don't know who my father is. And from what you said before, neither do you.

Shevon was still bitter at the fact she was hypothesized to be a random creation. She'd been around for quite some time and who was this little...thing...to say anything like that about her?

A. Sherlock: Between your DNA scan and...

S. Sherlock: What DNA scan!?

A. Sherlock: It's standard procedure when you're transported aboard a Federation starship. Anyways, I have some other information. And I'd like to talk to you about it.

A part of Shevon didn't want to talk about it to this woman. She found her a bit smug, like all Starfleet officers she'd met.

S. Shevon: Fine. When and where?

Aine was half tempted to go back on her plan. Shevon was aggressive and standoffish, like most Merchant Marines.

A. Sherlock: I'll send you directions.

TBC

Shevon Sherlock

Recently Unemployed

and

Lieutenant Aine Sherlock

Tactical Officer

StarBase 118 Ops

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