Wes Greaves Posted April 30, 2022 Share Posted April 30, 2022 (edited) I found this post from @Alex Brodie exceptionally poignant and a really great self-reflection between acts. Ben once again shows the massive depth of his writing in just a few short paragraphs. Quote “Interlude: Rime Of The Ancient Mariner” ((Temporary Quarters, Deck Four, USS Oumuamua)) “It is an ancient Mariner, and he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, now wherefore stopp'st thou me?” Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink…that was certainly how it felt to Alexander Brodie as the sonic shower beat down on his bruised and battered shoulders. He’d been checked out by the medical team aboard the Oumuamua and was surprised to learn he wasn’t concussed. Granted he had severe bruising, several cracked ribs, lacerations to his face, needed splinters of glass removed form his skin and several inoculations against whatever had been in the water…but that was getting off lightly. The warm water penetrated his bones and he could feel life returning to his muscles and his mind. The last few…what was it…hours…weeks…days? It had all felt like a blur, a wander in a cold sea-borne mist that had frozen him up. He’d stayed behind with Wes and rest of the senior team but then something had put him on autopilot and he’d just gone where he needed to, done what he needed to because the alternative was to stop…and he had stopped he would have drowned. His mind flicked to those lost – especially those on the lower decks of the Thor. It was a small mercy but those killed in the initial attack had at least died quickly. What he’d seen with Ulasso…he wouldn’t wish that on anyone. They’d survived that…but the job wasn’t done yet. Aron Kells was missing. Alexander Brodie wasn’t really a Starfleet officer – not really, not at his core. He was a guardian, a watchman – the uniform was just suit he wore…but he wore it for a reason and it was who he had become. He’d been sent to the Duronis II Embassy to help Toni Turner “keep the flag” flying and he’d kept that duty under Aaron Kells. Now he needed to follow through on that promise – the ensure the flag was still there. He turned off the shower and looked at his scratched and cut face in the mirror, his beard wet and soaked – his green eyes slowly regaining their sparkle as the fog lifted and the steam evaporated. Brodie: I fear thee, ancient mariner. And they would. TBC ------------------------------------ Lt. Cmdr. Alexander Brodie Chief Counselor USS Thor NCC-82607 email@example.com Writer ID.: A239005BM0 Edited April 30, 2022 by Wes Greaves Quote Link to comment
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