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New Dawn
WHO: Darcy Selwyn & Classified Operative
WHERE: Battlestar Avalon, Temp CO Office
WHEN: Final Day of Port Leave
Darcy was in her office – her makeshift office during port stay but now that the commander was returning to the nest, the Lieutenant had to pack things up and wrap up her stint in charge during the dead shift. The repairs and upgrades were more or less in the final stages but the personnel files were sky-high thanks to new arrivals and fresh departures to other assignments. Darcy had met such a new recruit just the other day, a very nice young person that she knew would end up fitting in just fine.
The last thing Darcy needed to do was give the Commander a head start on the reviews of personnel files and assignment transfers. She knew paperwork was boring work but someone had to do it and it might as well be her. After packing a few things away in boxes, Darcy began reviewing documents of transfers, looking for any problems in them and so far they were all good. Darcy decided to have a drink to celebrate her time in charge before everything returned to what it was.
Time lapsed through the hourglass quickly as papers were read and then scattered around the desk, it was quite an amount. Darcy had relaxed a little, taken a more casual appearance as she sat almost dozy in the chair. Her eyes were heavy perhaps from the drink combined with the work but she was conscious. A metal clank was heard over the shoulder, the hatch to the room and Darcy managed to open her mouth to talk. “Who is it?” Silence was the reply from the other occupant; Darcy just dismissed it as if she was hearing things and continued with her eyes on the paperwork.
She sat huddled in her chair when she felt a sharp pain and then the glass in her hand fell to the hard floor and smashed into a million pieces, her body lounging over to one side as if lazy. Blood dripped down the delicate features from a head wound, a round wound mirroring a gunshot. The light in the room was blocked as a figure stood in the path over the body as if death itself was there.
WHERE: Battlestar Avalon, Temp CO Office
WHEN: Final Day of Port Leave
Darcy was in her office – her makeshift office during port stay but now that the commander was returning to the nest, the Lieutenant had to pack things up and wrap up her stint in charge during the dead shift. The repairs and upgrades were more or less in the final stages but the personnel files were sky-high thanks to new arrivals and fresh departures to other assignments. Darcy had met such a new recruit just the other day, a very nice young person that she knew would end up fitting in just fine.
The last thing Darcy needed to do was give the Commander a head start on the reviews of personnel files and assignment transfers. She knew paperwork was boring work but someone had to do it and it might as well be her. After packing a few things away in boxes, Darcy began reviewing documents of transfers, looking for any problems in them and so far they were all good. Darcy decided to have a drink to celebrate her time in charge before everything returned to what it was.
Time lapsed through the hourglass quickly as papers were read and then scattered around the desk, it was quite an amount. Darcy had relaxed a little, taken a more casual appearance as she sat almost dozy in the chair. Her eyes were heavy perhaps from the drink combined with the work but she was conscious. A metal clank was heard over the shoulder, the hatch to the room and Darcy managed to open her mouth to talk. “Who is it?” Silence was the reply from the other occupant; Darcy just dismissed it as if she was hearing things and continued with her eyes on the paperwork.
She sat huddled in her chair when she felt a sharp pain and then the glass in her hand fell to the hard floor and smashed into a million pieces, her body lounging over to one side as if lazy. Blood dripped down the delicate features from a head wound, a round wound mirroring a gunshot. The light in the room was blocked as a figure stood in the path over the body as if death itself was there.