Exeter Compile 54 Dates: 06/01/21 to 06/14/21 Mission: Lights, Camera….Action? Days Covered: 1, 2 Compiled by: Jackie >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: Lights, Camera….Action? Day: 1 Stardate: 2446.01.01/2025.06.30 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Toronto, Canada -Toronto Metro Police Precinct – Toronto PD, Detective Drake O'Toole –1300) (Toronto, Canada -Toronto Metro Police Precinct – 2O/CEO, Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek / Anna Hegilsdottir - 1303) (Toronto Canada - Heydon Park Secondary School- -Geology class PO Murphy Caine 15:00) (Toronto, Canada - Anna & Sarah’s Appartment – 2O/CEO, Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek / Anna Hegilsdottir – 1610) (Toronto, Canada - The streets - CTO/3O Lieutenant commander Ravok/ Kyle Ravine – 1620) (Toronto, Canada - Carlton Street - CTO/3O Lieutenant commander Ravok/ Kyle Ravine – 1747) (Toronto, Canada - Carlton Street - CTO/3O Lieutenant commander Ravok/ Kyle Ravine & CSO Lieutenant Erin Cortez/Genevieve Rhodes – 1750) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Begin Compile >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Toronto, Canada -Toronto Metro Police Precinct – Toronto PD, Detective Drake O'Toole –1300) “Anna calm down.” Sarah said concern in her voice. “ At this point this is a he said / she situation, isn’t that right, detective?” "For the moment." Drake replied. “What I mean is, they’d have to have some kind of proof to make a claim like that stick.” Sarah elaborated. “There are no texts from him, or any other communications that would be evident if they were in a collaboration.” "Well and witness testimony. For example, concospirators coming forward, saying that it was all done verbally, as to not leave a paper trail. Witnesses seeing cash exchanged. Remember, statements against penal interest is considered a hearsay exemption. So if he bragged about it to a friend, that oral testimony would need to be considered. People always assume that evidence needs to be physical or concrete. Not always the case. Conspiracies were created well before the digital age. Which is why we want a written and verbal statement." “I’d be happy to give a statement.” Keira said. “I have not before that incident ever interacted with that person before he attempted to rob the store.” Drake nodded. “Was that it, or did you need anything more specific?” Sarah asked. "Meet with one of the officers out front, they'll have you write that down, sign it, then they'll notarize it, Other than that you are free to go," (Reply Keira iyw) Drake then waited for the pair to leave his office. Something wasn't sitting right with him. Anna Hegilsdottir was hiding something. He could feel it. (reply Keira iyw) (Toronto, Canada -Toronto Metro Police Precinct – 2O/CEO, Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek / Anna Hegilsdottir - 1303) "Meet with one of the officers out front, they'll have you write that down, sign it, then they'll notarize it, Other than that you are free to go," Drake explained. ~Finally.~ “Thank you for your time Detective,” Keira said standing up, Sarah did likewise. They both exited the office closing the door behind them. Keira sincerely wished that was the last she would see of O’Toole. “Who gets to take my statement?” Keira blurted out. Very eager to leave. “Miss Hegilsdottir,” the desk Sergeant says from the front. “That would be me.” “He brought out two sheets of paper that appeared to be a pre-printed standard form with a Toronto Metropolitan Police Department Letter Head. The only other typed words were “I” then a blank, “do swear or affirm the following:” the rest was filled with blank spaces for the rest of the form except “What do I do here, sergeant?” Keira asked. “There’s a space for your name at the top,” he instructed indicating the space on the form. “Then write down your statement, there is a spot for you to sign at the bottom. If you need it, we have continuance forms.” “What if my statement is very short?” Keira asked. “Then you will single line through the rest of it with “nothing follows” and still sign at the bottom.” He explained. Keira took pen to paper and felt uncomfortable. It had been so long since she had actually had to write something. Usually dictation to the computer or typing was how she accomplished writing. ~Remember, it’s Anna Hegilsdottir~ She finished the form as instructed. She lined through the considerable empty space and she signed at the bottom. The desk sergeant brought out a clamp looking device and squeezed down on the bottom of the form. He signed above it. “Feel free to call me if you need anything else in regards to the investigation.” Keira offered. “Thank you,” the policeman responded. “You two have a nice day!” Keira grabbed Sarah’s hand and hurried her way out of the precinct and back to their vehicle. (Reply none) (Toronto Canada - Heydon Park Secondary School- -Geology class PO Murphy Caine 15:00) Caine closed his eyes and lent back in the chair and wondered for the thousandth time today why he put himself through this torture, the two years of his PHD had been bad enough but this year it was far worse. Two of the female students had begun to openly flirt with him, normally he’d have been flattered except the fact they where both nearly half his age. Sighing Caine sat forward and picked up the first book for marking, opening the page the class had been working on he wondered what he’d been teaching, the answers scribbled on the page bore no relation to the lesson he’d spent all weekend working on. Hearing the door open Caine looked up to see Sharon his mentor and supervisor walking in with two mugs of what the school called coffee. Taking a chair she pulled it across to the opposite side of the desk. Placing the mugs on the tablet she sat, looking across the desk she smiled. “Rough day?” Caine gave a wain smile, “ You could say that, Lillian and her partner in crime are acting up again. “ Sharon smiled in sympathy, she’d had the same thing when she started teaching ten years ago, two of the young boys in her class had become fixated with her. “I wouldn’t overly worry about it, it a teenage thing. Your new, they like to push and see how far they can get to you, before you snap, go mad or leave.” Caine smiled, taking his mug he sipped the tepid coffee, taking the next book he pled it and stopped. Turning the book to Sharon he shook his head. “This has now gone too far.” Sharon looked at the page and shook her head, stapled to the page was a Polaroid picture that no fifteen year old girl should not have taken. “I think it’s time to have her parents in, this is too much. I’ll phone them tonight before I go and have them come in tomorrow morning. This has to be stopped now.” (Replies none) (Toronto, Canada - Anna & Sarah’s Appartment – 2O/CEO, Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek / Anna Hegilsdottir – 1610) Keira realized with the conversation with the local authorities she was certainly in danger of being found out and she still didn’t know for certain if she was the only one stuck in this alternate past. When they returned to the apartment she spent much of the time afterwards, for lack of a better word moping on the couch. “Babe, you want something to drink?” Sarah called out from the kitchen. “Sure, what did we end up getting from the store?” Keira asked. In the rush to leave, then very urgently going to the police station she hadn’t even checked. “Hmmm.. a twenty-twenty one Merlot and a fifth of Grey Goose.” Sarah hollered back. “Umm is the Merlot Chateau Picard?” Keira asked not thinking. “Uh, what? For a wino, even I’ve never heard of that one. Is it from Iceland?” Sarah asked confused. “Yeah, it’s pretty rare.” Keira said. ~Rare as in non-existent, yet. ~ “Well, Miss hoity-toity it’s just from California, but well regarded.” Sarah slightly poking fun at her. “Twist my arm, I’ll take a glass.” Keira responded. “Like you twisted that robber’s arm? No thanks.” Sarah retorted. “....need some help?” Keira asked. “Aw, you remembered I always have problems getting the cork out. Thanks babe!” Keira looked up from Anna's phone. "Why do I get the feeling I was just volunteered?" "Now you're getting it!" Sarah grinned and added a wink. Keira placed the device face down and walked out to the kitchen. She picked up to bottle and in a few short moments the cork popped out. She placed the bottle back on the counter. Sarah picked up the bottle. "Thanks, hun." She quickly poured the two glasses. Keira sniffed at the glass she was handed, not that she could tell the difference between one wine and the next, by smell alone, but she knew what she liked. She honestly was just mimicking the behavior from others she'd seen. She tentatively took a small sip. ~ It's no Chateau Picard. ~ "Well?" Sarah asked. "It's okay." Keira said. "You were going to buy rot-gut off the shelf and you call this okay?" Sarah responded. “I thought the objective was to get drunk using the least amount of currency.” Keira answered honestly. “It’s no fun if you’re puking your guts out.” Sarah countered. “Fair enough. Not puking your guts out is a rather low bar.” Keira responded, as her phone buzzed. She looked at the alert. A text message. [It's me...e'lev, I'm here] ~Lathuel! I’m not alone. I wonder who else was grabbed / made it.~ She composed a message quickly, in English this time, and sent it. [Thank Odin, I’m not alone here. I’ve been trying to keep a low profile with some success. Is anyone else from the ship with you? Apparently we are all due to be at pinewood studios tomorrow, I’ll meet you then. We can see if we are the only ones that made it here.] (Reply Ravok) “Who was that?” Sarah asked. “Oh, just Kyle. He wanted to go over our lines for tomorrow, and I declined. Told him I’d see him tomorrow. Today is your day.” Keira said. ~How long will I have to keep this up? I hate stringing her along, but at the same time if there is a way we can go back I want the minimum amount of damage to their lives as I can manage.~ “Good.” She said and took another sip of wine. “I have a nice night at home planned.” (Reply Ravok, any) (Toronto, Canada - The streets - CTO/3O Lieutenant commander Ravok/ Kyle Ravine – 1620) Walking down the street Ravok had managed to open his phone's navigation system and clicked on the location listed as home. This location was synced to another contact, Genevieve Rhodes. An alert crossed his phone. It was Keira. She had responded. [Thank Odin, I’m not alone here. I’ve been trying to keep a low profile with some success. Is anyone else from the ship with you? Apparently we are all due to be at pinewood studios tomorrow, I’ll meet you then. We can see if we are the only ones that made it here.] Her message to him read. He stopped walking and started to type a message back. [ Erin is here, Petty officer Sytuk is here and Ensign T'kel as well. Erin has memories. Sytuk and T'kel do not. See you then] ( reply Keira iyw) He reopened the navigation screen and continued his walk home. He was excited to tell Erin the good news. (Toronto, Canada - Carlton Street - CTO/3O Lieutenant commander Ravok/ Kyle Ravine – 1747) Ravok had finally reached the building Kyle and Genevieve called home. His phone went off with another alert. It was Gen's contact information, a message from Erin. He opened it. [Hey babe, I'm fine. Back at home and missing you. Let me know you're okay. Love you.] The message read. Ravok was instantly confused. ~ What the hell?~ He entered the building and made his way to their condo. Opening the door slowly, He walked inside. Ravok could hear a noise from the living quarters. The time and volume sounded artificial. ~ It's the Viewscreen these people are so obsessed with, homosapiens and their entertainment habits ~ He peeked his head around the corner and into the living room area. "Season 2… who would have thought it." He heard Erin say. " Umm who are you talking to ? And what is this babe and I love you business ? Are you ok ? " Ravok asked, just happy to see her alive. ( reply Erin , Keira iyw) (Toronto, Canada - Carlton Street - CTO/3O Lieutenant commander Ravok/ Kyle Ravine & CSO Lieutenant Erin Cortez/Genevieve Rhodes – 1750) " Umm who are you talking to ? And what is this babe and I love you business ? Are you ok ? " Turning, Gen smiled widely and stood, "I'm fine. Been at the hospital but am okay. Just fainted." Walking over to his side, she leant up and kissed his cheek and walked past him, heading to the kitchen. "I was talking to myself. You hungry?" Ravok stepped backwards and looked at her as she walked into the kitchen. " What was that?" "What was what?" Gen replied, opening the refrigerator and began to pull out some eggs and bacon. " Erin, you just kissed my cheek." Ravok said, smiling awkwardly. Pausing for a moment, Gen put the eggs down on the counter top and looked at him. Then realisation flew across her features and she smiled, "Oh… you in that mood, are you, Commander?" " It's been a long day...Lieutenant. I'd appreciate it if we focused on how to get out this place and back to the ship." "Little role play tonight? Sure, Commander." She winked as she leant on the counter. Ravok tilted his head. " Role play? What is wrong with you ? Is this you getting me back for leaving you at the convention center?" "I did wonder what happened… I mean your Fiancé passes out, ends up at the hospital with her loving future husband nowhere to be found… but no… " Gen paused for a second, "wait… get back to the ship?" He walked into the kitchen where she was very slowly, keeping a distance between them. " We have to find the rest of the crew and make it back to the Exeter." "Kyle, we'll be back there tomorrow. Season 2 remember. " ~ Why did she call me Kyle?~ " Lieutenant Cortez, I am your friend but don't mistake that friendship as a pass to disobey an order from a superior officer. Cut the act right now." Ravok said firmly. He had never given her an order, Ravok was beyond done with the games. Raising an eyebrow, Gen walked around the counter, looked at him, "Kyle… what is going on? Why are you calling me by her name…. I'm Gen… Genevieve if you're being polite and, if you're not…" she leant up and whispered something to him. Erin whispered something in his ear, a pet name of some sort. Ravok stepped back and thought for a second. ~ I left her and she changed. Just like Sytuk and T'kel she has no idea who she is. ~ The gears in his mind began turning. An idea sprung to mind, if Erin had become compromised then perhaps he could become compromised as well. He had to think of something to secure himself. ~ Sorry Keira~ Ravok grabbed Erin's shoulders. " Lieutenant, you've been a very disobedient officer. I order you to the brig right now." He said pointing to the bedroom. "Oh have I now?" She bit her lower lip as she looked at him. "What if i refuse, Sir?" ~ Come on, think Ravok , think!!~ " How about you go get in the shower and I'll join you shortly." ~ Do Gen and Kyle do this ? I don't know. It's worth a shot though~ "Why not? Are you sure you're okay?" She asked walking to his side. " We both have a busy day tomorrow. Let's just enjoy some Us time while we can." Ravok suggested. "We just spent a week in Australia mostly … well you remember. " She grinned. "But sure, I'll go warm it up." " Ok great. I'll be in. In a minute " Ravok replied. "Don’t be too long." She replied, snaking a hand around his neck and kissing him passionately. Ravok tensed up, for a moment it felt right, he felt everything about himself begin to slip away. He pulled away quickly, almost instantly regaining himself. " Go , I just need to answer this email from the ...studio.Then I'll be right in." "Okay. Not too long." She smiled and headed towards the bathroom. As soon as Erin made her to the bathroom he ran into the bedroom and grabbed a bag from the bottom of the closet and started throwing clothes in it. He looked up for a second and noticed Erin through the crack of the door. He felt bad for leaving her again but he couldn't risk losing himself. She would be fine without him. He zipped up the bag quickly and ran out into the hallway and into the kitchen. He grabbed a knife out of the knife block and tossed it in the bag. He glanced down the hall to the bathroom door. " I'm sorry …" He said and ran out the door. Stepping into the shower, Gen felt the water hit her and sighed happily. Knowing she was right where she should be. (Reply None) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: Lights, Cameras.... Action Day: 2 Stardate: 2446:01:02/2025:07:01 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Toronto, Canada - The home of Tristan Steele- CO, Captain Trip Williams/Tristan Steele - 0430) (Toronto, Canada - Woodbine Beach Park- CO, Captain Trip Williams/Tristan Steele -0530) (Toronto, Canada - Anna & Sarah’s Appartment – 2O/CEO, Lt. Cmdr. 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His mind plagued with nightmares. Every dream started of normal and eventually a figure would appear, calling to him, then letting out a death scream before disappearing in a flash, vaporized into dust. It didn't matter if it was dream where he was in a ladder match and she appeared on the Titantron, or he was a soldier, or he was slaying vampires on one of Saturn's moons. She appeared in everyone, dying, calling out. His slumber ended by a voice in his head asking him to wake up. He turned over to see if it was Faith, but she was fast asleep. Still he was troubled. He hated nightmares, they sat with him, made him think, made it hard for him to go back to bed. Rolling over, he looked at the time, 4:30 am. ~Screw it.~ he said to himself. ~I'm getting up.~ He got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom to wash his face. ::Wake up:: He heard the voice, like an itch, in the back of his head, "I'm losing it here." he said as he turned the faucet and flashed his face with cold water. Looking into the mirror, for a brief second he saw an image of someone else. Gone in a flash. The girl from the dream. He was a bit freaked out, but figured he was just tired. His sleep didn't feel restful. He was sure that was it. Leaving his bedroom, he walked down the stairs to the kitchen and took out a protein shake that he had ready made in the fridge. ::Wake up:: "Ignore it Tristan, just your imagination running wild." He said as he began drinking the shake. As he passed by the window over the sink he caught a glimpse of another person in the reflection of the window, but turned around and he was alone. ::Wake up.:: ~The #@$%? You know what, I need some air, clear my head.~ He finished the shake as he went upstairs and put on some shorts and t-shirt to go for a run. As he grabbed his wallet and keys and slipped on his running shoes, he sighed. Exiting the house, he heard the voice one more time. ::Wake up:: (reply none) (Toronto, Canada - Woodbine Beach Park- CO, Captain Trip Williams/Tristan Steele -0530) As Tristan began running down the beach, he was feeling off. His dreams were a mess, riddled with nightmares, and he kept hearing a voice in the back of his head. Even his leisure jog from his home to the beach was haunted by that voice, a woman's voice, telling him to wake up. As he got closer and closer to the beach the voice got louder and louder, almost throbbing like a drum. ~It's just your imagination~ he said as he began picking up speed. Though deep down he wondered if it might be related to the three or four concussions he had received during the course of his pro wrestling career. He was convinced that if it kept going he was going to call the studio and arrange a cat scan. ::My love wake up:: He shook his head and kept running. ~My love?~ As the voice got louder he ran faster, hoping that adrenaline, focus, energy would drown out the voice. It did not. The voice became louder, drowing out the sound of the small waves hitting the shore of lake Ontario, ::Remember who you are. Wake up:: He moved faster, running at a pace he wasn't used to. "STOP! STOP! STOP! Shouting." He yelled as he stopped running. ::I'll stop when you wake up.:: "It's all in your head Tristan, its all in your head Tristam." He said as he fell to his knees as the voice pounded louder and louder. He placed his head and his hands and began to cry. The pounding was painful. ::Wake up. You need to wake up. Your crew needs you to wake up.:: "Shut up, shut up, shut up." He said with his head hung low. And just like that the voice stopped. The pounding stopped and he looked up and saw before him the woman from his dreams. A face that was familiar, comfortable, known and in a simple breath one word, one name, one question escaped his lips. "Rae?" (reply none) (Toronto, Canada - Anna & Sarah’s Appartment – 2O/CEO, Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek – 0530) Keira woke up the next morning feeling like she hadn’t slept at all. Well, maybe a couple hours at the most, but nowhere near a full night. She also found herself back in the same bed she woke up in yesterday, in nearly the same condition. Disoriented and naked. ~Am I sleep walking now?~ She pushed the thought aside. Climbed out of bed lifting Sarah’s arm off of her gently, placing it back under the covers. Sarah’s unconscious form instinctively reached for what was a second ago the warmth of Anna’s body, and gripped the pillow and pulled it closer wrapping both her arms around it. Keira grabbed a simple attire from the dresser drawers and ducked into the restroom. She accomplished hygiene as quickly as she did back in the academy. She remembered a conversation, that Sarah would be needing her vehicle to go into the firm hired by the studio. So Keira would have to make her own way to filming. ~That’s right, Anna owns a motorcycle.~ Keira grabbed Anna’s bag with house keys, wallet, cellphone, charger, inside. She grabbed the riding jacket that was hanging up and swung it on and carried the helmet as she walked out the door. As she arrived in the parking garage she thought that finding a motorcycle should be easy, but there were more than one. There were three parked in the same area. She remembered what Sarah had told her. “If you sit on it and it doesn’t start, it isn’t yours.” She looked at all three, two were sport bikes and one was cruiser. ~Anna, are you a sport bike person or a cruiser?~ Keira looked down at the helmet in her hands, the royal purple matched one of the sport bikes. ~That must be it.~ She swung her left leg over the bike and eased her weight down on it. “Where was the ignition?” Keira said to no one. “This?” she said pointing to one control. “Or this?” she said pointing to another. “That or nothing!” she said pushing the button. The vehicle’s engine started up with a purr. Keira checked the pockets to ensure that the RFID tag was in the right arm pocket. With out it, she would never get the bike restarted with out considerable effort. In the left arm pocket she kept the bike registration and Anna’s driving license. As she zipped up the jacket she keyed on the GPS and set it to Pinewood Studios. Remembering that Sarah had said something about ensuring she keeps her fans “in the loop” Keira grabbed the phone and placed it with a rear facing camera and lined up a picture with the timer. She leaned back to make sure she was in the picture. Having reviewed some of Anna’s earlier work, she framed it up so her hands were making a heart shape, with one second before the timer went off Keira made a kiss-face until she heard the camera snap. She sent the picture to Anna’s social media accounts with the caption: “Off to filming season 2, love you all!” She placed Anna’s phone in an outside pocket of the bag and slung it over both shoulders. She took the gloves out of the inside of the helmet and donned the helmet with the visor flipped up. She pushed a button on the helmet pairing the Bluetooth device to the GPS. She put on the gloves before taking a moment. ~I’m really going to do this.~ She thought. ~ I hope it moves like a shuttle.~ She flipped the visor down, the kick stand up. She exited the parking stall and kept it relatively slow coming out of the parking ramp. =^= Turn left. =^= the GPS commanded. Keira did as instructed. Once she hit the road, she jumped straight to second gear and took off onto the nearly empty streets toward the studio. (Reply any) (Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Gate Entrance – Studio Guard, Max Jones / Ensign Dural Methor DrPH – 0600) Max had recently clocked in, as he approached the guard shack from inside the studio, with on hand he adjusted his brushed metal name tag that only said “Max”. “The *Big Star*, right on time.” Sam, his fellow gate guard teased. “Hey, Sam!” Max smiled and returned a greeting. “Nice to see someone holding down the fort!” Max stepped through the rear door of the shack carrying his largish lunch cooler. Max wasn’t as large as that Ulfrik fellow who played the Reman security guard, but still customarily ducked to get into the shack. Honestly Max was initially kind of sore that they had chosen someone else over him to play Sytuk a part he had actually tried out for. Now he realized that having a guy that was six inches taller than him play the part kind of made sense. Additionally Ulfrik was able to play him as more taciturn while Max would have played him as a gentle giant teddy bear kind of character, that’s just who he was. A conversation after the wrap of season one with Sam and Max was certain the reason he didn’t get many call backs was he was playing Dural as friendly instead of “the scary guy in medical” that the executives had asked for. It was a power move on Max’s part to be sure. They didn’t have anyone else that could fit the prosthetics and not enough time to recast. They were stuck with him now. Unless, they were planning to do that in Season 2, Max hadn’t thought of that. “So with you showing up,” Sam began. “I take it you haven’t gotten a call from the studio for the first day of shooting.” “Nope.” Max answered. “I’m still hopeful. If fighters like Batista and Tristan Steele can break into acting so can this old retired boxer.” “Keep the hope alive, brother,” Sam said, “keep the hope alive.” (Reply any) (Toronto, Canada - Pinewood studios - FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken/Gabrielle Knight - 0615) Ailynn had stepped out of the car a short way before the gate to the studio complex, putting her sunglasses on top of her head as she sashayed toward the gate. Reading over the schedule had been a ruse to Ryan, she’d used the time to it youtube again, and instead of watching the fashion shows, she watched a couple of clips of interviews and a couple of videos taken by Ryan it seemed from his phone. She could see what he meant, Gabrielle moved so much more fluidly, with a grace that was almost sensual, Ailynn knew she had to try to replicate that, but she would find it incomprehensibly difficult to be that free with her body. Ailynn knew that there would be people everywhere shouting at her to be places, and she remembered Sara her PA would presumably be about.The bound book containing the first part of the seasons scripts was under her arm, and she practised her new walk as she approached the gate. “GABRIELLE’S HERE. HEY GABBIE! A PICTURE FOR ‘SciFi Online’?” One voice from the throng called. Ailynn’s playful nature, combined with her new found hips on a whim decided to play along. She smiled warmly and walked over holding her arms out and for some reason wallowing in the attention. She herself had no idea why these normal looking, seemingly intelligent individuals would be up at this ridiculous hour. Looking at the scripts under her arm a couple of things joined together in her mind, “You guys want to see these?” She called out, holding out the book, the Exeter logo on the cover. The sentence was met by another round of shouting and photographs, on a whim, she held the scripts out to one side and made a kissy face to them, more pictures and laughs. Then, her sense of schadenfreude kicking in slightly she held the book to her chest, the logo on the outside, and held up her index finger, and waggled it at them all. “Not today.” She then turned and lifted her pass to Max, who was on the gate again, she smiled at him, and was immediately met by a middle aged woman, who looked tired, but had pale green eyes, surrounded by smile lines, and black hair that was tied back in an intricate braid. “I love you, please marry me, take me to bed right now.” She spoke with an accent that was both local, but had traces of french european in it. Taken aback, Ailynn looked at her puzzled. “Gooood Mooorning?” she ventured. “I’m so sorry. Kittie Levesque, I’m on the publishing team for ‘Exeter’ that stint out there cost us nothing, and will generate a thousand stories at ten thousand views each by noon. And all you did was...well you. So...go you.” Kittie smiled. “Wait...a thousand lots of ten thousand…? So ten million...what’s a view?” Ailynn asked as she realised she was being led toward the makeup trailer. “A hit on a webpage or youtube embedded video. Seriously, interest in the show is off the chain at the moment. I’ll let you go, and I’m sorry about the bed remark, bad habit, my kids tell me off about it. I swear 20 year olds have no sense of fun. “It’s fine.” Ailynn said, smiling and laughing as she remembered Gabbie behaving. “You’re like the third person to say that in 3 days to me...It’s kind of odd.” she giggled again, finding herself laughing with an energy that she didn’t know she had. “That’s my crazy Gabbie. Here. Make up E.” (Toronto Canada- Bus- Simon Graham/ Ensign Oliver Wallis- 0623) Simon smiled to himself as he watched the video on his phone. His friend had sent him an old TV series that he had been watching about a time traveling alien in a blue box. He had been binge watching the season and was now at a good point. He had got to the point where the three aliens were trying to save their home planet but were skipping through time. He glanced up to see that he was at his stop. With a muttered curse he turned off the video and stepped off the bus. He walked along the pavement as he headed towards the studio and wondered if everything would be okay and if the world would be saved. He smiled to himself as the entrance to the paramount lot came into view. ~I do wonder if there will be a time traveling episode this season~ (Reply any) (Toronto, Canada - Pinewood studios; Makeup 'E' - FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken/Gabrielle Knight - 0635) Ailynn nodded a thanks, and stepped inside, sitting down in the insanely comfortable chairs, choosing the one that, on the mirror in front, was a single snap of what was obviously her, and another young-looking girl, holding a sign saying #S1lastday. Sitting back she rested her eyes, picking up on her medical training from how long ago, ‘always doze when you have an open chance too.’ She had been resting her eyes for a few moments when the door opened again. (Reply Fuller) (Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, – OPS Ensign JG Matthew Fuller/Martin Franklin – 0635) Matthew had managed to navigate his way through the studio complex somehow, his mind was still trying to sort through what was going on. It definitely wasn’t the Exeter in that hanger, just some kind of replica being used for this show that was going on that hew was somehow a part of. Occasionally he found himself thinking thoughts that definitely weren’t his, performing in some big role, laughing with people, making love to a beautiful woman…he shook his head, it was happening again. He needed to find a way out of this soon. He stopped as he heard someone call out and realised they were talking to him. “Hey Martin, you’re meant to be at Makeup E now getting ready for your scene”. Matthew nodded in response and pointed in a random direction to indicate that way, in response he received a shake of the head and a hand pointing in the opposite direction entirely. Nodding thanks he walked in that direction. (Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, Makeup E – OPS Ensign JG Matthew Fuller/Martin Franklin – 0635) Matthew paused as he reached the door, he had no idea what to expect, he pushed it open and entered. “It’s about time you got here, sit in that chair and wait until I’m finished here”. The voice of the makeup person directed him where to go and as he sat he realised there was someone else in the room. He turned slightly and saw it was a female. Nodding his head he said. “Hello there I’m Matt….Martin Franklin…” he caught himself before he gave his real name and stopped hoping she hadn’t heard the mistake. (Reply Bracken) (Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, Makeup E – FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken/Gabrielle Knight – 0640) Ailynn had been sat in the chair for a few short minutes, reading through a SciFi magazine that had been left on the side as she waited for something to happen. It was halfway through an article on ‘our #10 fave scifi babes’ that she realised that she’d been joined by someone else. “Hello there I’m Matt….Martin Franklin…” He seemed to slip on his name, and a few more things slipped into place in Ailynn’s mind. She leaned back, her eyes tightening slightly as she let her brain shift gear. Putting the magazine down, she smiled and turned to him. “I was number #3. I should be insulted.” Ailynn noticed that they were alone, the make-up artist had left, the door swinging to an off key aluminised slam. Ailynn was about to speak to him when it opened again. “Miss Knight...Forgive me, queue at the store was crazy. Plain white coffee, extra shot.” her PA passed the drink over. “I saw the makeup schedule, I hope you don’t mind I picked up one for Mr Franklin too?” Ailynn waved it off. “Thank you Sara. It’s fine. This Tim Horton makes decent coffee, he should open his own store…” Sara laughed, but carried on “Filming schedule is screwed already, rewrites. I’d better shift.” “Thank you hun. Keep me posted.” Ailynn watched as she left, the second the door shut she turned to the male in the next chair. Her brain had supplied the information that she’d been reaching for, mentally putting him in a uniform, and adding his rank pips. “So...Matt or Martin, which was it sorry?” (reply Fuller/Franklin) Ailynn nodded and smiled. “Of Course. Can I ask you something that might make me sound crazy?” she ventured, sipping her coffee, it was really rather excellent. (reply Fuller/Franklin) “You ever wake up forgetting how you got where you were, or even not knowing who you were supposed to be?” She looked at him, his features under the gaze of her full intelligence, knowing now that she’d remembered him from a couple of shifts on the Ops station on the Bridge. (reply Fuller/Franklin) (Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, Makeup E – Ensign JG Matthew Fuller/Martin Franklin – 0640) Matthew realised that she was looking at him in a funny way at the same time he realised that she had caught the slip of the tongue. He took a sip of the coffee that had been placed before him to give him a chance to think of a response. "I do apologise for the weird greeting. It's been one of those days and I can't seem to remember or get anything right today. I'd blame the jet lag but it's never been a problem before. It's good to meet you by the way". Hopefully that covered everything. At her next words he paused for a moment taking another sip of coffee. "Go ahead, the day I've been having any questions to help me think about something else would be great. As she continued to speak he was thankful that he wasn't holding his coffee as he would have more than likely dropped it. Turning to face her more fully he took another look at her, she did seem strangely familiar, someone he had met before but not had much interaction with. Taking orders and working with her on a few things in getting Exeter ready for a trip. "I think I do know what you mean, I think that is what has been causing me problems all day. Looking at my reflection and seeing someone else as well as myself. I know my real name, which is Matthew but can't remember how I became Martin. And I know you but not the you here and now but from the ship...the real ship". He waited for a response, hoping that he didn't sound totally crazy. (reply Bracken/Knight) (Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, Makeup E – FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken – 0641) "I think I do know what you mean, I think that is what has been causing me problems all day. Looking at my reflection and seeing someone else as well as myself. I know my real name, which is Matthew but can't remember how I became Martin. And I know you but not the you here and now but from the ship...the real ship". Sipping at her coffee, Ailynn nodded. “I know exactly how you feel. I remember you as Ops Ensign Matthew Fuller, here, it seems you’re an actor named Martin Franklin, on a TV show called Star Trek: Exeter.” She tapped briefly at her phone and passed the device over with the screen on the IMDB page with the cast list over, helpfully, all images seemed up to date. (Reply Fuller/Franklin) “Yours Truly...First Officer Commander Ailynn Bracken, played by Gabrielle Knight. Ostensibly the year seems to be a version of 2025, we are in a city called Toronto in Canada. I say a version of, as certain historic events leading to World War III have seemingly not happened.” She sipped deeply at her coffee, and sighed, leaning back in the chair. (Reply Fuller/Franklin) “There’s more, some of the crew have either no knowledge or no memory of being their proper selves. For Instance, Caity DuBois from the nine and dine is so utterly convinced she is supporting actress Sam Buckmaster, that she quite literally hates my guts, rather Gabrielle's guts, but you take my point.” (Reply Fuller/Franklin) (Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, Makeup E – Ensign JG Matthew Fuller – 0641) “I know exactly how you feel. I remember you as Ops Ensign Matthew Fuller, here, it seems you’re an actor named Martin Franklin, on a TV show called Star Trek: Exeter.” Matthew looked over at the phone she was holding and saw all the details about himself…the person who he was inhabiting???? “All those details although strange to me, also seem so familiar as well. It’s almost like some kind of merging has taken place without us realising”. He paused for a moment as she continued on. “Yours Truly...First Officer Commander Ailynn Bracken, played by Gabrielle Knight. Ostensibly the year seems to be a version of 2025, we are in a city called Toronto in Canada. I say a version of, as certain historic events leading to World War III have seemingly not happened.” He copied her and took a sip of his coffee, it was good stuff, maybe he should try and get some back with him… Snapping back to the present he nodded as Ailynn continued. “There’s more, some of the crew have either no knowledge or no memory of being their proper selves. For Instance, Caity DuBois from the nine and dine is so utterly convinced she is supporting actress Sam Buckmaster, that she quite literally hates my guts, rather Gabrielle's guts, but you take my point.” Matthew sighed “So we are amongst the few who have some idea about what’s going on. So we need to somehow find the Captain or other senior crew who hopefully realise what has happened and try and work out some way of changing things back. Although I’m not sure if the technology is there to help in anyway”. Shouldn’t be a problem at all, he thought to himself reaching for more coffee. (Reply Bracken/Knight) (Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios - Make up trailer D at 0700 – Richard Evans/Ire Williams – 0652) Ire stepped into the Makeup trailer D. It had been a long day yesterday and then this early rise in the morning. He had been exhausted as he had been trying to tip toe his way through this new life with out making to many obvious mistakes. He had managed to download all the cast members of Exeter so that he would be calling them by their real names rather then the names that he knew them from. He had been spending time on his phone trying to get as much information as possible about who he was and what he was doing. From what he had found out he had been married to Jennifer and Annabelle was born before moving from the UK. He had managed to get a part in a science fiction series called The Obsidian Void where he had been the main villain. He was realising that he maybe stuck here for some time, maybe for the rest of his life and even though he had to fit in he was on the look out to try and work out what had happened to him. He had gotten the message about arriving at the makeup trailer by which he had done. “Ah Richard there you are. Come and take a seat and we can start.” He looked over to see a middle-aged woman standing by a chair smiling at him and indicating the chair. He nodded, moved over and sat down into it. He looked into a large mirror with bright lights around the edges along with a couple of pictures of Jennifer and Annabelle along with one of the cast and a few others. “How are you feeling today.” “I am good thank you.” He smiled at her in the mirror’s reflection. “Are you looking forward to the start of the new season?” “Yes, I am thank you.” “It’s going to be great. I heard from Rachell in catering that she heard that there is going to be a big shake up this season.” “Really.” “Ow yes indeed. Some really big season ark which is going to make sure that the ratings go higher.” She began to work on his face and hair. “Any idea what it might be?” “Well. The betting pool…” “You have a betting pool?” “Yes of course its part of the fun. There is talk about Borg but I am not sure. Maybe Species 8472 which would be interesting. There is also about parallel dimensions, but I think its going to be time travel.” “Really what makes you think that?” “I think it’s going to be baddies from the future coming back to change the present and I like the time travel episodes.” He saw her makeup lady look over at the other chair and then at the clock on the wall. “I hope Anna gets here soon. She needs to get ready as well.” (Reply Merek) (Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Make-up Trailer D – 2O/CEO, Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek / Anna Hegilsdottir – 0657) It took Keira some time to find the make-up trailer that was indicated in the producer’s message to her last night. The GPS could only take her so far. She had wandered through some of the set that looked like a rocky planet and the practical effects shop where it looked like they were piecing together a simulacrum of a Tholian. Which must be something indicated for a future episode. After a quick chat with the two people closest things to Engineers she’s spoken to since arriving here, working on that quagmire of wires and cables, Keira found her way to the indicated trailer. She walked up a short flight of metal stairs opened the door and entered. “Girl, you like cutting it close, don’t you?” came one question as she stepped over the threshold. “Excuse me?” Keira asked. “It’s very nearly seven…” she retorted. “Go ahead and start getting ready. We can’t even start putting on those ears until you are at least partially dressed. Your uniform is through there. Babs will help you with the bindings.” Keira looked over to her left as the make-up artist took her jacket. The man in the chair looked like Ire, without the Bajoran nose ridges, but definitely Ire. (Reply Ire) Keira silently walked into a curtained off section a short broad woman apparently “Babs” pulled the curtain closed. “Okay, off with it.” She said tugging at the bottom of the T-shirt Keira was wearing. “You didn’t wear one of those lacey things again, did you?” She asked impatiently. “No.” Keira said, and tentatively removed the shirt she was wearing. The other woman handed her a pair of pants that looked like a standard uniform piece but made of a different material. “These too.” Keira slipped off her shoes and unbuttoned the jeans and let them drop to the floor, she stepped out of those and into the clearly inferior pants she was given that seemed a little too long. “Turn.” Said the woman gruffly. Once Keira complied arms wrapped around her followed by an elastic impregnated fabric. She could hear the ripping sound of Velcro being adjusted behind her. “Turn.” Came the voice again and Keira did as instructed only to have a mustard colored undershirt thrown at her. She slipped that on under the bindings and tucked it into the pants as she had done numerous times in the academy and every time since. “Good I didn’t have to tell you this time. You’re learning.” Babs said and pulled the curtain back. “She’s ready!” “Good go get the ears ready.” Said the first one near the chair. “Anna, have a seat.” (Reply Ire, any) (Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Makeup Trailer C – ACEO Lieutenant Janice Hammerfield / Ava Kelly – 0715) Stretching out a bit Janice took a seat in the makeup trailer. She had been told to go there yesterday at some point and she did wonder what today was going to bring. Sitting back in a chair with a large mirror in front of it she was promptly attended to by one of the artists already waiting for her, “I’ll have you looking spectacular in no time.” “Thanks,” she gave a coy smile neither used to the fuss or the level of makeup currently being applied to her. A short while passed and she could hear the door open and close behind her. Currently not able to see from her face being powdered she kept her hears open. (Reply Gabe/Brad) ( Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studio - outside make trailer A CTO/3O Lieutenant commander Ravok/ Kyle Ravine - 0731) Ravok had arrived to scope the place out. His self appointed mission was to gather all the intel he could. Playing the part of Kyle along the way. Effectively playing the guy who was playing him, while disguised as himself. The thought of this made his head spin. Ravok was more determined than ever to figure out what in the hell was happening. He was already in full makeup and wardrobe. After making a spirited demand to be finished ahead of schedule. He rubbed his eye. The stupid contact lens that mimicked his faked eye was driving him insane and the ears, the stupid rubber ears were irritating and felt He however was thrilled that Keira was going to meet him. He hadn't seen her yet. “Ravok?” a familiar voice said. Ravok looked at the man, it was Lieutenant Sleeford. " Paul? " Ravok said with hesitation. Hoping that if this man wasn't Lieutenant Sleeford the use of his character could be explained because he referred to him as Ravok. ( reply Sleeford) (Toronto, Canada - Make up trailer B - PinewoodStudios - CSO Lieutenant Erin Cortez/Genevieve Rhodes & aACMO Ensign SG Heinrich Kruze/ Oliver Bader-Pagitt - 0740) Walking into the trailer with a box and a tray of drinks, Gen smiled at the ladies already in there setting up, "Hey ladies! I brought Tim Hortons. Gotta keep you guys fed and watered." Smiling as she handed over the coffee and donuts to the woman nearest to her, Gen sat down in the chair and instantly felt at home. Knowing that she had employed,at least for a while, was a gift that she did not intend to muck up. “If I’m going to apply this eyeshadow you’ll need to cooperate!” The makeup artist bellowed. “I’m sorry, I’m just not used to things being jammed in my eyes!” Heinrich yelled. “I’m not jamming anything in your eyes! We’ve done this a million times! Argh!” The lady marched off in a huff. “What’s her problem?” Heinrich asked no one in particular. "Olly, calm. She's having a bad time. You know that." Gen responded, holding out a cup of coffee in his direction. Heinrich turned and his jaw dropped. “Erin?” He reached out for the coffee. Smiling, Gen laughed. "You really are method, Olly. I'm Genevieve. Erin on set." Heinrich took the coffee, speechless and subdued. Erin, or Gen, was the first crewmate he’d run into the past twenty-four hours. But she was just an actor. Was he trapped in this reality alone? Up until now he had been taking matters in stride, but now his predicament was beginning to dawn on him. “Hah,” he tried to recover, “Call me Heinrich.” Looking at him, Genevieve's brow furrowed slightly. "Hey, you okay? You look…." “Lost?” "Yeah… So, at least this season we get to revisit the aftermath of that whole holodeck fiasco. Be good to stretch the acting muscles." ~That whole holodeck fiasco?~ Heinrich thought to himself. ~Is this show following our adventures?~ “What do you have going on this season? Any idea?” "I just know we have a couple of scenes together. Other than that, they don’t tend to send the scripts that far in advance." Leaning over to him, she whispered, "I hope they give me a break this season. I love Erin but it is exhausting playing her some days." “How do you mean?” "Don’t get me wrong. I love the character. She's so different to me but, someday, it's hard pulling all that emotion to the surface. When I get home, poor Kyle has to run me a hot bubble bath and just let me be. But that’s just me. How about you?" “Me? Sometimes I think I am Heinrich.” Leaning back in the chair as the make up artist began to attack her face, Genevieve smiled, "We all feel like that sometimes. Price we pay for committing to our art. But I understand that. Sometimes I feel that Erin is a part of me." Before Heinrich could consider the implications of Gen’s statement his makeup artist stormed back. “Alright, Oliver. We don’t have much time.” “Got it.” (Reply none) (Toronto Canada- Pinewood Studios-Makeup trailer A- COO LTjg Paul Sleeford/Saul Pickford 07:40) Looking at Ravok, Paul let out a sigh of relief, at least he wasn't the only one here, he knew Janice was in this time, now Ravok, logic dictated that the entire crew where here. "Man am I glad to see you, I was beginning to wonder if i was the only one. Janice is here or she was yesterday.", pausing while a makeup girl come in and walked past the pair, "Do you know if others are here?" (Reply Ravok) Seeing an elderly woman walk through the door and point to the empty seat, Paul sat and had his face turned this way and that. "Your hair will need a trim and that beard is too long. Why you cant keep it neat I'll never know. I'll have Gorge come in and trim it, after your done in makeup" As she walked off Paul turned to Ravok. "Any ideas what happened? Where we are....No when we are?" (Reply Ravok) Feeling fingers running through his hair Paul pulled his attention back to the here and now. Looking in the mirror he saw a middle aged man, carrying slightly more weight then was probably good for him, with blond streaked, brown hair, cut in a style that would have him bared from the academy. “Oh Saully, we’re going to have to do something with this hair, the greys showing through and you look like you slept in a hedge. I don’t know, you actors have no idea” Looking up at the man Paul made a non-committal noise, the face in the mirror was his, the hair style and beard wasn’t, he’d kept his beard in regulation, the one. Staring back at him would shame a wizard. Feeling the man beginning to cut the hair round his ears, Paul took the time to rest, closing his eyes he allowed the chatter to go over him. After what seemed like van eternity the man finished, opening his eyes Paul Sleeford looked back at Paul Sleeford, nodding he half smiled. “Thank you” Stiffening slightly as the man laid a gentle, well manicured hand on his shoulder and squeezing. “ I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You need someone to look after you, she’s been dead five years now Saul, you have to move on, it’s not healthy. “ Paul stared at the mirror blankly, almost without thinking he spoke. “No. Katie’s out there somewhere, lost and afraid “ “ Oiohh who’s Katie, come on man spill the gossip, who is she and where did she meet a scumbag like you” Looking at the man, Paul could tell he was joking. The urge to laugh was great, holding back Paul waited until he'd gathered his tools and left the trailer. "It seems that Saul Pickford lost his wife a few years ago, turned him into a bit of a .. " Paul was at a lose for what to call the man, from what he'd read Pickford had been successful and good at what he did, then his wife died and he went downhill fast. (Reply Ravok) (Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Gate Entrance – Lt Greta Smith/Donna Mills – 0741) After a restless sleep, Donna had woken up utterly convinced that she was on the actual ship, USS Exeter. Opening her eyes, she had looked for the man that she knew in her heart she loved and it was only when she didn't see him lying next to her, did she realise that it must have been a dream. As she walked towards the gate entrance, the feeling that something wasn't right, something was very wrong was still with her. She knew who she was, where she was but she also knew that there was something wrong. Smiling at the guard, she winked and said, "Hey Max." (Reply methor) "I know I'm not on the call sheet for today but I left some of my favourite dance shoes in one of the trailers at the end of last season. Can I go get them?" (Reply Methor) "Hey, have you seen Richard?" (Reply Methor) "I… " she paused for a moment as a memory, a very private moment, flashed into her mind. (Reply Methor) "Yeah… sorry. Just been feeling a little off. So, mind if I go retrieve my shoes?" (Reply methor) (Toronto Canada- Pinewood Studios-Makeup trailer A- CTO/3O Lieutenant commander Ravok/ Kyle Ravine-07:42) "Man am I glad to see you, I was beginning to wonder if i was the only one. Janice is here or she was yesterday.", Sleedord said ,pausing while a makeup girl came in and walked past the pair, "Do you know if others are here?" " Lieutenant Cortez is here, but she has seemed to have forgotten that she is herself. Petty officer Sytuk and Ensign T'kel are the same way. Commander Merek seems to still be herself and…" Ravok paused as another woman walked in Seeing an elderly woman walk through the door and point to the empty seat, Paul sat and had his face turned this way and that. "Your hair will need a trim and that beard is too long. Why you can't keep it neat I'll never know. I'll have Gorge come in and trim it, after your done in makeup" As she walked off Paul turned to Ravok. "Any ideas what happened? Where we are....No when we are?" " I don't know much but, Apparently we are in an alternate timeline of the past we know. The Nomad space probe of 2002 didn't launch. The Bell riots in San Francisco of 2024 have not happened , also there is no mention of the Eastern coalition anywhere. According to the Terran history we know world war 3 is set to begin next year. Yet nothing leading up to it has transpired." Ravok replied. Ravok stepped back as a man started messing with Sleeords hair. After the man was done. Sleeford looked at Ravok. "It seems that Saul Pickford lost his wife a few years ago, turned him into a bit of a .. " Ravok smirked. " I think anyone would be different after losing their wife. It's ok. We need to figure out who or what is behind this. We must also be careful to not lose ourselves. Yesterday Lieutenant Cortez was fine, then last night she was different. She was Genevieve Rhodes. Every bit of the woman we knew is gone. Replaced by an imposter. I don't know how it happened but we must hold on to ourselves as long as we can. " ( reply Sleeford) (Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Gate Entrance - Studio Guard, Max Jones / Ensign Dural Methor DrPH – 0743) A vehicle approached. “I got this one, Sam.” Max dropped into his usual greeting out of habit, “Welcome to Pinewood Studios, do you have….” Until he saw who it was. Smiling at the guard, she winked and said, "Hey Max." “Hey yourself, lady!” Max beamed back. "I know I'm not on the call sheet for today but I left some of my favourite dance shoes in one of the trailers at the end of last season. Can I go get them?" "Don’t worry about the call sheet.” Max responded. "Hey, have you seen Richard?" "No.” Max answered plainly. “That doesn’t preclude him not being here though. Only visitors have to sign in, and you’re cast. Sam could have let him in or if he got here early…” "I… " she paused for a moment as a memory, a very private moment, flashed into her mind. "You OK?” Max asked concerned. "Yeah… sorry. Just been feeling a little off. So, mind if I go retrieve my shoes?" "Not at all. Proceed, M’lady!” Max said and pushed the button to raise the barrier. (Reply Donna, IYW) (Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Make-up Trailer D –Richard Evans/ Ire Williams– 0759) Ire looked over as he saw Kiera enter the Trailer. ~not Ire not Kiera Merek its Anna Hegilsdottir~ He saw Kiera looking at him and he nodded. “Morning Anna?” He watched as Merek walked into a curtained off area. He was about to ask but the woman came over. “No not now. We need to get your nose on and then you can get your uniform on.” ~My nose~ He glanced over at the model of a head beside him and saw what looking like a bajoran nose ridge. He was about to ask about it when he felt his head being pushed back into the chair. “Now don’t move we don’t want it to be squint do we.” He sat motionless as the woman fixed the nose ridge onto his nose. He looked into the mirror and saw Ire staring back at him. ~Who are am I. Am I Ire Williams or Richard Evans~ “She’s ready!” “Right, now it’s your turn. Go through the curtain and get your uniform. Make sure you don’t rub your nose. I am not going to put it back on if you rub it off.” Ire nodded as he got up from the chair. He nodded to Keira as she came past him heading towards one of the chairs. He closed the curtain and looked at the line of uniforms hanging on the rack in front of him. He looked up and along the row of uniforms from different departments. He paused his fingers running over a captain’s pips on a command uniform. ~I guess this will be chance at getting command~ “Richard what are you doing in there. Get your uniform.” Ire moved back along the line until he was a uniform with Ire Williams name tag pinned to it. He took it off the line and removed the name tag and put on the uniform. He looked at himself in the floor to ceiling mirror that was at one side. ~Okay lets get back to Ire~ He nodded to him self as he pulled the curtain back and moved back to the chair which was beside Keira. (Reply Merek) (Toronto - Canada - Pinewood Studios - Makeup trailer A - COO LTjg Paul Sleeford/ Saul Pickford 08:00) Paul smiled as Ravok smirked, it was a familiar gesture, reminding Paul of the Exeter. " I think anyone would be different after losing their wife. It's ok. We need to figure out who or what is behind this. We must also be careful to not lose ourselves. Yesterday Lieutenant Cortez was fine, then last night she was different. She was Genevieve Rhodes. Every bit of the woman we knew is gone. Replaced by an imposter. I don't know how it happened but we must hold on to ourselves as long as we can. " “Like I said, I spoke to Janice, she seemed as confused as we are, she was herself, when we spoke. She was having pictures taken with some young children, the clothes she was dressed in where meant to be a Starfleet uniform,” Paul shook his head as he remembered. “The fit was wrong, the material was wrong and the rifle they gave her was a plastic toy. She knew it was all wrong. So that’s three of us. Hopefully there’s more of us.” ( reply Ravok) (Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Make-up Trailer D – 2O/CEO, Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek / Anna Hegilsdottir – 0801) Keira looked at the man who looked like Ire as he sat down in the chair next to her. Both of the make-up crews buzzing around going about their task, turning these humans into alien hybrids for a science fiction show. “Girl,” one of the artists said, “I didn’t get a good look before but you are starting to get some bags under your eyes. Did you get any sleep?” “I tried, what I did get wasn’t restful.” Keira said. “We gotta get rid of them, hold on. We’ve got a little time.” She answered, pulling another bag out with different gear. “So, how was your night? Apparently mine, wasn’t the greatest.” Keira asked trying to fill the silence, direct observation wasn’t telling her if it was Ire or the other guy. (Reply Ire) “Close your eyes.” The artist said. Keira looked around and saw a yellow tube which was labelled with Preparation H, which is apparently the 8th preparation of something they need for their job. Keira wondered what the other seven preparations were for before she closed her eyes like she was instructed. ~I have to know before we go forward. If he remembers details about Trip’s wedding, since it wasn’t “filmed”, it should be Ire.~ “Hey, you remember Trip’s wedding? Ravok brought out that Romulan Ale.” Keira asked. As she spoke a cream or ointment was being applied to and around her eyelids. “Keep your eyes closed until I tell you.” She heard, something cold was applied to her face and over her closed eyes before Ire had even responded. (Reply Ire) “Do you remember what I did when the newly named Mrs. Williams followed the tradition of throwing the boquette?” ~This will let me know if it truly is Ire.~ (Reply Ire, any) (Toronto, Canada - Make up trailer B - PinewoodStudios - CSO Lieutenant Erin Cortez/Genevieve Rhodes & aACMO Ensign SG Heinrich Kruze/ Oliver Bader-Pagitt - 0802) Sitting back in the make up chair, Gen closed her eyes. Being back at the studio, a place she felt at home, she was calm and peaceful. This was her happy place, when she wasn't home with Kyle. Something about this place, this role she now had was such a change but so welcome that she smiled to herself as she ran through her character profile in her head. Just then a man burst through the trailer door. He had brown unkempt hair and walked with a bent posture — a writer to be sure. “Hey-oo!” He yelled waving pieces of paper. “I’ve got the latest script right off the press!” "Excellent!" Gen replied as she took a copy and began to leaf through it. He approached Gen and Oliver handing them each a copy. “I know you had said before Oliver that you wanted a script you could really sink your teeth into!” Heinrich looked at the screenplay. “Mind Games?” “Yes! I’m really proud of this one. I see an Emmy, maybe even a Hugo! Anyway, if you have any questions I’ll be on set. Bye!” As quickly as he arrived he was gone. "So, Olly, mind games…. Wonder what they have dreamt up this time?" Heinrich felt like he was having an out of body experience reading the script. There were his friends, his comrades. Their voices, their actions, their tics, were all there. It was like someone had taken dictation for an event that hadn’t happened yet. “Uh, yeah. Hope it’s better than last season, eh?” He said, assuming actors generally don’t like their scripts. "Last season was difficult for me. So much emotion and pain. I'm hoping she gets some fun… maybe some romance." Gen winked. Heinrich blushed and stammered, “I’m, I’m just hoping for more airtime.” Gen laughed, "Oh olly, are you blushing? Come on, there's nothing wrong with on screen romance. Do I get jealous seeing Kyle kiss Anna? No. Because I know, at the end of the working day, he comes home to me." She winked. Looking down at her hand, she realised that she still had her ring on. Taking a slight breath, she stared at it, not wanting to take it off. “Sorry, sometimes I have trouble separating the stage from life.” "Don’t get me wrong, at first I did. But, it helps sleeping with the guy playing your onscreen brother of sorts." She replied laughing heartily. “I… see.” Heinrich looked back at the script. “You know, this is an odd script for a season opener.” "This show is nothing if not unusual. But what do you mean?" “Well, normally you open a season with a bang. This opens with a more character driven, episodic story. Take a look. I see what he meant about sinking our teeth in.” "Well, maybe the writers are trying something different this time. Keep the fans guessing. I just hope we don't have any leaks like last season. Not that I minded. Those on set photos of Nathan and I kissing in the turbolift were actually quite flattering for a change." “Nathan? What about Kyle?” Heinrich asked innocently. "Nathan Christopher. Played Nix. You remember him." “Of course,” Heinrich lied. "Kyle knows that I'm a one man woman. Lucky for him, he's the man. Still never get used to seeing him with his ears on though." Heinrich laughed. He probably wouldn’t recognize him without the ears. “I’m glad I don’t need to wear ears. Can you imagine the time in makeup? I suppose you know the time it takes for him.” "These guys are good. Although one time, he finished filming late, just jumped in his car and got all the way home without realising he still had those Romulan ears on. Gave me quite a shock." “All part of the gig.” Heinrich looked back at the script. In it each character was contending with some past failure. Reading it was like reading gossip, he was feeling dirty. “You know, this ain’t a bad script.” "Always is pretty good. These guys do have a handle on writing good material for us." Heinrich nodded. "So what did you get up to on the season break?" “Is it bad if I don’t remember?” Laughing, Gen drained her coffee and turned her chair to face him, "probably. Give the gossip columns time and they'll find out and then you will remember. Thankfully, all I have to worry about is if they caught photos of us skinny dipping in Australia. " “I take it that wasn’t all?” "Let's just say that it was heaven being by ourselves in the wilderness. " Smiling, she handed him a spare cup of coffee, "So, what about you? No romance for the Olly meister?" “Well, I did have a date last night. I think with your husband’s sister?” "Husband? Not yet. Kyle doesn't…. Oh you mean Nesha? The make up artist? Really???" “Oh, sorry, didn’t know. And yeah, we really hit it off.” "Good for you!" Gen smiled and then, her mind flew back to the previous night, the conversation with Kyle. Shaking her head, she smiled at him, "So, looking forward to filming?" “Not really.” Heinrich finally got to the part of the script where he shows up. As he started reading his heart felt like it was trying to escape his chest. His mind was entirely consumed by the words on the page, and how they needed to be deleted. Every paper shredded. Never to see the light of day. “Really not looking forward to this. I gotta go.” Heinrich anxiously rolled the script up in his hands. “Nice talking to you see you later!” He said as he walked out of the trailer overcome with anxiety and rage. (Reply none) (Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Make-up Trailer D –Richard Evans/Ire Williams– 0805) “So, how was your night? Apparently mine, wasn’t the greatest.” Ire nodded. “Mine was definitely different than I expected.” “Close your eyes.” The artist said before Ire could say any more. He sat there waiting for Keira to say anything else. “Hey, you remember Trip’s wedding? Ravok brought out that Romulan Ale.” He kept his face calm and still as his mind raced. ~By the prophets who happened there. Ravok had given me one to many shots of that Romulan Ale. “Keep your eyes closed until I tell you.” Came the voice of the make up artist. “Yes I do?” “Do you remember what I did when the newly named Mrs. Williams followed the tradition of throwing the boquette?” He thought about what had happened as he tried to pull his mind to it. A vague alcohol filled memory came to mind of Keria in a tussle near the boquette. “I seem to remember some one on the floor and some one else with a busted lip.” He tried to catch Keria’s eyes the reflection of their mirror. ~I am not alone that is wonderful~ (Reply Keira) (Toronto - Canada - Pinewood Studios - Makeup trailer A - CTO/3O Lieutenant commander Ravok/ Kyle Ravine-0806) “Like I said, I spoke to Janice, she seemed as confused as we are, she was herself, when we spoke. She was having pictures taken with some young children, the clothes she was dressed in where meant to be a Starfleet uniform,” Paul shook his head as he remembered. “The fit was wrong, the material was wrong and the rifle they gave her was a plastic toy. She knew it was all wrong. So that’s three of us. Hopefully there’s more of us.” " Including commander Merek, there's four of us who still know who we are. I only came here to find out as much as I can. I won't play this game much longer." Ravok said with growing frustration. A woman walked back in and started working on Sleeford's face. While Sleeford was being worked on, Ravok looked at himself in the mirror. Feeling completely disgusted at the fake enhancements on his face to resemble his real romulan face. In many ways he felt as though the entire thing was blasphemous in nature. After a few minutes Ravok looked at the clock, the time said 08:10 a.m. The woman left the room. “You read the script yet?. Apparently we’re to face decisive acts from our past and reflect on them. I mean who wrote that? " Sleeford asked. Ravok shook his head. " No, I refuse to read it. " He said quietly with a distant undertone in his voice. Smiling Paul opened the folder, “ I mean my past actions, number one, fall off a cliff break my hip and both legs, the left one so bad, I walked with a stick for nearly two years, number two, call a lieutenant commander from Starfleet Intelligence a terrorist, number three, dodging left instead of right and losing my leg. So yeah, a lot to reflect on…. Not.” Ravok slammed his fist down on the counter really hard. " Damnit Paul. Your life , my life , all of our lives aren't in some script. I've lost family, friends, fellow officers " Ravok declared looking at Paul. " You lost your father. You not Saul Pickford, but you Lieutenant Paul Sleeford. Now tell me again about this damned script. It isn't real, we are." Ravok said pulling a Knife from inside the sleeve of his uniform and flipped it in his hand, extending the handle out towards. ( reply Sleeford) " I have a knife of my own. Use it if you have too. We need to get out of this place." Ravok responded ( Reply Sleeford) (Toronto, Canada - Outside PinewoodStudios - Steve the Romulan - 0807) Standing in the crowd that had been milling around the gates hoping to catch a glimpse of the actors as the filming for the new season started, Steve was calm. Having helped Kyle Ravine the day before only to be summarily pushed aside and used, he was mad. Well, he was angry. ~How can anyone treat their fan like that?~ he had thought to himself on the cab ride to the studio. Hearing all the chatter around him about how hot Tristan Steele was and how gorgeous the women were, he shuddered and continued to watch. Knowing that Kyle was already in there, he had hoped to catch him and demand an explanation for the treatment he had been given when a figure caught his eye. ~She doesn’t look happy. At least she isn’t in the hospital anymore but there’s something different…. Wait… That’s it. To get my explanation, to get him to explain why he treated me like this…. I need her. I need her help.~ he thought to himself as he stepped away from the crowd and moved off to one side. ~If it’s one thing about this cast, they are very communicative on social media so there’s the way to get his and her attention.~ he thought to himself as he began to formulate his plan. (Reply Any) (Toronto, Canada - PinewoodStudios - CSO Lieutenant Erin Cortez/Genevieve Rhodes - 0809) After Oliver had left, Gen closed her eyes and allowed the make up lady to finish what she had started. As the woman talked to her, her mind went back to the night before. After realising that Kyle had not joined her in the shower as he had suggested, she had stepped out, wrapped a towel around her only to find herself alone. After trying to call him a few times, she had gotten herself dressed in her pyjamas and sat on the couch, wondering what she had done that had caused him to disappear on her. It was then that she realised that, whatever it had been that had made him disappear, she knew that he would not miss the start of the new season and had resigned herself to waiting. Opening her eyes, she realised that the artist had finished and smiled at her, said thanks and headed out of the makeup trailer and onto the lot. Knowing that she had a bit of time before she was due in costume, she headed over to craft services and grabbed a coffee. Not being one of the stars of the show, she didn’t have a trailer like Gabi or Tristan did. So she sat at one of the tables, took a sip of her drink and pulled out her phone. ~Still nothing. That son of a …. Just left, no word, no reason. I don’t even know if he’s okay but i will be damned if i am chasing after him. No man is worth stressing over.~ she thought to herself as she put her phone down on the table infront of her and drew a deep breath, ~I made myself that promise that i wouldn’t be beholden to any guy so if he wants me, he knows damn well where i will be.~ (Reply Any) (Toronto-Canada-Pinewood Studios-Makeup Trailer A. COO LTjg Paul Sleeford/ Saul Pickford 08:10) Paul sat quietly while the make up lady turned him into ‘Paul Sleeford’, digesting the information he’d gained so far, it wasn’t much to go on, so far he knew of six of the crew members were here in this time. So by deduction the rest had to be here too. Glancing at the script on the counter in front of him he laughed, turning to Ravok in the other chair he spoke. “You read the script yet?. Apparently we’re to face decisive acts from our past and reflect on them. I mean who wrote that.” (Reply Ravok) Smiling Paul opened the folder, “ I mean my past actions, number one, fall off a cliff break my hip and both legs, the left one so bad, I walked with a stick for nearly two years, number two, call a lieutenant commander from Starfleet Intelligence a terrorist, number three, dodging left instead of right and losing my leg. So yeah, a lot to reflect on…. Not.” (reply Ravok) (Toronto-Canada-PInewood Studios-Makeup Trailer A- COO LTjg Paul Sleeford / Saul Pickford 08:12) " Damnit Paul. Your life , my life , all of our lives aren't in some script. I've lost family, friends, fellow officers , You lost your father. You not Saul Pickford, but you Lieutenant Paul Sleeford. Now tell me again about this damned script. It isn't real, we are." Holding up a hand Paul looked at Ravok, he'd never seen him so angry before, even when as a security officer Paul had messed up grandly Ravok had been calm and explained the situation, what he'd done wrong and how to fix it, the was a new scary side to Ravok, a side that Paul was feeling, scared, lost and wondering what the heck was going on. Taking a deep breath he responded. " I know I'm Paul Sleeford, however, you lost your right eye during a battle against the ParWaith cultists in the Gamma quadrant, the same one where Gab Vespers, took my left leg off to save my life. Now, my left leg is whole and hale, your eye? I assume the mechanical looking thing is a lens of some sort?" Holding up his hand he continued. "I know we're not supposed to be here,", Picking up the script," This is the biggest load of crap in existence. The people playing us would last five minutes before their egos, got them killed. However, we are here with at least six others who know its not real. I assume that since Bracken and Trip haven't made contact their 'lost' in their world. " Pausing Paul looked at the knife for the first time, he took the knife, and slipped it into his boot top, wiggling his foot he smiled, "Just like old times. What about you?" " I have a knife of my own. Use it if you have too. We need to get out of this place." Paul grunted, "Yeah, but how? There's a reason why we're here and it's not for some daft piece of written drivel. Anyway that can be left for now, we need mode minds for the task, " Laughing Paul placed his hand on Ravoks shoulder. "I'm slipping back into Marine officer mode, I've not thought like this in years, its exhilarating. We need to gather all those who are still them, if that make any sense. You said Sytuk and Ensign T'kel had gone native?" (Reply Ravok) "Damn, we could have used those two, never mind, Hammerfield, Merek, You and Me. It's a start. " Paul stopped, something Ravok had said minutes before hammered at his brain, something about Bell and Nomad. "History, the history we know is wrong. Whats changed it or more importantly, is the history we know an alternative version of this time line, are we here to start World War three? are we here to stop it?" (Reply Ravok) Shaking his head Paul Smiled, "Well the two of us are not going to solve anything,we need to get the others. There was a new Ops guy appointed before new years, Cant remember his name, from his file he seems a smart cookie." (Reply Ravok) (Toronto-Canada-PInewood Studios-Makeup Trailer A- COO Lt jg Paul Sleeford / Saul Pickford 08:13) " Seek him out, the more allies the better, whoever you find that hasn't forgotten who they are, tell them to meet here at trailer A at noon. That should give us plenty of time to explore and gather our numbers. " Nodding Paul picked up the script, opened the cast page and read down the list. "Fuller. Matthew Fuller. Apparently here called Martin Franklin, should be easy to find, he'll be here in makeup.. I'll go find him and anyone else." " Here is the contact number to reach me. Call me every hour at the top of the hour. 9 , 10 ,11 You get the point. Stay in contact." Taking his device from his pocket Paul entered the number Ravok gave him, adding it to the contacts list he smiled, "Seems like most of the cast is on here, I'll see if he'll answer." Pressing the number next to the name, Paul waited while the connection was made,as it rang, he stared at the pictures of the wall, some of cats, some of what he assumed was the family members of the makeup ladies, along with members of the cast. Looking at them he found that they all looked different, looking at Saul Pickford, Paul found him to be older looking then he supposed. "A thought has accrued to me if we're here, are the people we've replaced on the Exeter, if so their going to be in shock" Laughing he heard the call connect. "Franklin? This is Saul. You busy?" (Reply Fuller) "Can you come to Trailer A in about ten minutes?"" (Reply Fuller) (Toronto - Canada - Pinewood Studios - Makeup trailer A - CTO/3O Lieutenant commander Ravok/ Kyle Ravine-0813) "I'm slipping back into Marine officer mode, I've not thought like this in years, its exhilarating. We need to gather all those who are still them, if that make any sense. You said Sytuk and Ensign T'kel had gone native?" " They have no memory of who they are. They are part of this simulation, whatever it is. " Ravok answered. "Damn, we could have used those two, never mind, Hammerfield, Merek, You and Me. It's a start. " Sleeford paused briefly. "History, the history we know is wrong. What's changed it or more importantly, is the history we know an alternative version of this timeline line, are we here to start World War three? are we here to stop it?" " Doubtful, if my memory serves me right. There are a lot of things missing from this timeline. I say we should be more concerned with where we are and how did we get here versus when we are." He said to paul. Shaking his head Paul Smiled, "Well the two of us are not going to solve anything,we need to get the others. There was a new Ops guy appointed before new years, Can't remember his name, from his file he seems a smart cookie." " Seek him out, the more allies the better, whoever you find that hasn't forgotten who they are, tell them to meet here at trailer A at noon. That should give us plenty of time to explore and gather our numbers. " Ravok suggested. ( reply Sleeford.) " Here is the contact number to reach me. Call me every hour at the top of the hour. 9 , 10 ,11 You get the point. Stay in contact." Ravok directed him. Ravok was grateful to have Sleeford with him on this. Paul was one of the toughest officers on the ship, even if he didn't know it himself. ( reply Sleeford) ( Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studio - outside make trailer B- Ulfric Vjodgier/ Armory chief PO2 Sytuk- 0815) Ulfric paced back and forth outside the makeup trailer in his full Reman makeup. After two hours in the chair he needed this time to get his mind into the right place. Sytuk as a character couldn't be anymore different from Ulfric as a man. Sytuk was disturbed and had trouble with being social. Ulfric was a motivational speaker and was a counselor at a christian youth camp. Ulfric spent his time away from the set engaging in deep interactions with people. After spending most of his life as a professional weightlifter and winning three world titles. He enjoyed the opportunity to step away from being himself and taking on the role of a character like Sytuk. Getting himself in the proper state of mind was simple for the most part. He found it easier once the makeup was on. The aggravation he felt from the foam latex appliances, coupled with the painful burning sensation from the contacts and the way the Reman fangs irritated his mouth made it extremely easy to tap into Sytuk's aggression and at the same time tap into his stoicism. Ulfric never being the one to complain about anything, he always kept his physical discomfort to himself, hidden just beneath the surface. Much like Sytuk's rage. Ulfric paced back and forth, quickening the pace of his stride more and more. Pumping himself up he pounded his fist against his chest, much like he would do before one of his strong man completions. He started making loud grunting noises that advanced into a deep bellied roar like scream. He walked over to an empty golf cart on the set and started lifting the back end of it up and down. All while hollering and pumping himself up. He dropped the rear end of the gold cart back down on the ground. He quickly made his way to an empty nearby picnic table, grabbing both sides with a firm grip he lifted it off the ground, inverting the table over his head and began raising it and lowering it. He slammed it back down on the ground upright. A member of the production staff ran over to him " Are you alright?" " OF COURSE I AM HUMAN!" Ulfric roared at the man. The man was visibly shocked as the 7'1" tall Ulfric, in his Sytuk makeup glared at him. Ulfric bent down and laughed. " I'm sorry my friend. " he said as he picked up the clipboard and handed it back to him. " I'm just getting in character. Please forgive me. " " It's fine man, I'm new here and I was just worried." " I'm all good. It's just my ritual." " Alright, have a good day. " the man said as he scurried away quickly. Ulfric began making his way around the lot surrounding the various makeup trailers. Yelling as loud as he could. ( reply anyone who might hear a very loud lunatic open to all) ( Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studio - outside make trailer B- Tywell Kapoor/ Ensign Arbor - 0817) A smile crossed Tywell’s face as he stifled a yawn. He could hear the booming voice of Ulfric Vjodgier echoing across the trailer park. It was another early morning, but he was looking forward to getting started again. He had enjoyed his vacation. He had the opportunity to camp in another of the national parks this time and had enjoyed it more then he had thought. When he had first got the role as Arbor he had mainly seen the hours of prosthetics for him to get ready for the part, but he had decided to spend time out in nature to try and get a better understanding of who Arbor was. He was not really into going fulling into to like Ulfric but he had begun to enjoy the experience more and more especially as they were beautiful. He had asked Amka to join him this time, but she had said that she had to go home to see her family which was somewhere in the northern northwest territories. He had first met Amka when she had been asked to voice his partner Lieria. He had met her a couple of time before she had to do the wire work for her zero-g scene. They had become friends and it had been nice to have some one who knew that outdoors when he was exploring. His smile widened as he saw Ulfric head around a corner towards him. “Hay Ulfric. scaring the neighbours again?” (Reply Ulfric) “Have you heard any of the gossip that has been making the rounds for season 2?” (Reply Ulfric) (Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios lot - aACMO Ensign SG Heinrich Kruze/ Oliver Bader-Pagitt - 0817) EXT. COLONY ALPHA 5 A grey city that has seen better days. The city is encased in a glass looking field, like a snow globe. Outside the city is desert as far as the eye can see. The sun is setting. INT. KRUZE’S OFFICE The medical office is cramped. HEINRICH KRUZE’s small desk can barely hold his medical equipment. The walls are full of medical posters for different races. There is a cabinet KRUZE is stocking with medicines. There is a knock at the door. KRUZE frantically places the last few medicines in his cabinet and rushes to the door. He opens it. There is a SUSPICIOUS LOOKING MAN holding a sheet of paper he hands to KRUZE. SUSPICIOUS LOOKING MAN A message from The Panda. KRUZE Thank you. The door closes on the suspicious man. Kruze reads the paper, trembling. Heinrich stormed through the studio lot. Workers avoided him as if they knew the drill. While he did not always have the best sense of direction he instinctively knew where Mind Games was being shot and wasn’t going to let anyone deter him. He was going to demand a rewrite. He was going to demand all existing copies be burned. He was going to demand none of this was spoken of ever again. Heinrich had never been so infuriated in his life, and yet so ashamed. He was possessed, because he had seen words that should never see print. EXT. THE STREETS It is nightfall. Heinrich walks into a dingy alley. There is a fat man in an ill-fitted black and white suit. THE PANDA. THE PANDA Got the chemicals I asked for? HEINRICH KRUZE Yeah, right here. KRUZE produces a box and hands it to THE PANDA. He opens it and smiles. THE PANDA That’s good, that’s good. HEINRICH KRUZE High quality, as always. It’s getting harder to procure. THE PANDA I’m sensing some dissatisfaction. HEINRICH KRUZE Not dissatisfied, just stating facts. THE PANDA I understand. I’ll rely your facts to the boss. HEINRICH KRUZE That’s much appreciated. THE PANDA In the meantime… THE PANDA produces a box and hands it to KRUZE. He takes it. THE PANDA Per our arrangement. I’ll see you around, Doc. THE PANDA disappears into the smokey mists of COLONY ALPHA 5. KRUZE breathes deeply for the first time. Opens the box. Smirks. (Toronto, Canada - Hanger 13- Pinewood Studios lot - aACMO Ensign SG Heinrich Kruze/ Oliver Bader-Pagitt - 0818) Heinrich burst through the door onto the set. Everyone either ignored him, or looked at him as if they had seen this movie before. He power walked through the hanger until he identified the writer from earlier. “Hey you, what’s your name!” Heinrich bellowed. “Tim?” The writer meekly answered. “Yeah, Tim. Hey, what’s the deal with this script?” The writer looked at Heinrich, or rather Oliver, flabbergasted. “It was what you wanted, right? You told me you wanted something you could sink your teeth into. I thought it was a good backstory for your character.” Heinrich got right up to the man and tried to intimidate him, even though they were roughly the same height and build. It seemed to be working. “I can’t do this.” “What do you mean you can’t do this? Tell me what’s wrong with it.” “Uh…” Heinrich stopped, in all his anger it had just occurred to him that he couldn’t simply say it needed to be removed because he was ashamed. Heinrich Kruze may have lived through this but Oliver Bader-Pagitt had not. But Oliver Bader-Pagitt was an arrogant prick. “It’s drek.” “Drek? Hey now, I happen to think it’s quite good!” “You couldn’t write yourself out of a paper bag!” “Oh wow, how long did it take you to come up with that!?” “ABOUT AS LONG AS IT TOOK YOU TO COME UP WITH THIS SHITTY BACKSTORY!" (Reply any) ( Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studio - outside makeup trailer B- Ulfric Vjodgier/ Armory chief PO2 Sytuk- 0819) “Hay Ulfric. scaring the neighbours again?” Ulfric stopped his ritualistic behavior and looked Tywell. " They should be used to it by now." He laughed and walked over to him. " What's up my friend ?" “Have you heard any of the gossip that has been making the rounds for season 2?” Ulfric smiled through his Reman makeup. " I don't read the script. The script reads me" He laughed. ( reply Tywell) " I'm joking." Ulfric said, waving his hand at him. " Characters are supposed to face visions of the past and deal with challenging consequences. I also heard you and I are getting a lot more screen time. Which is good. The kids at the youth camp love seeing me as Sytuk, one kid even wants Sytuk to have a girlfriend " Ulfric laughed. " Could you imagine ?" ( reply Tywell) (Toronto-Canada-PInewood Studios- COO Lt jg Paul Sleeford / Saul Pickford 08:20) Paul looked at the wall clock and sighed, grabbing the connections device he left the trailer looking down the row he found the one he was looking for and headed off at a brisk walk. Approaching trailer E, Paul found it in darkness, shaking his head he turned and headed off towards the large hanger type building to his right. Entering the first sounds that assaulted Paul’s ears was a raised voice, screaming obscenities, following the sound he found Dr Kruze, yelling into the face of some young man, who looked terrified, stepping up behind him Paul laid a hand on his shoulder. “That’s enough Doctor” (Reply Kruze) NRPG feel free to be Oliver😁 Raising his eyebrows Paul stood his ground, “Actions unbecoming of a Starfleet Officer, can get you six month in the brig, or I can punch you in the mouth now. So what’s it to be?" (Reply Kruze) Dragging Kruze away from the startled young man, Paul took a deep breath. "Before I continue, what do you remember the day before yesterday, 31st Dec?" (Reply Kruze) Nodding Paul released the doctor, "Lieutenant Commander Ravok is in Trailer A, go see him. He can fill you in better then I can." (Reply Kruze) [NRPG can add more if you wish] Turning to where the confused young man sat, Paul mouthed the word 'Sorry' , shaking his head he walked off in his search for Mathew Fuller. (Reply Kruze) (Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studio - outside makeup trailer B- Tywell Kapoor/ Ensign Arbor - 0821) "I don't read the script. The script reads me" Ulifric smiled at him and he grinned back. “Reads you ah. That’s an interesting one.” " I'm joking." Ulfric said, waving his hand at him. " Characters are supposed to face visions of the past and deal with challenging consequences. I also heard you and I are getting a lot more screen time. Which is good. The kids at the youth camp love seeing me as Sytuk, one kid even wants Sytuk to have a girlfriend " He grinned. " Could you imagine ?" “I think it would be good for Sytuk to have a girlfriend.” (Reply Ulfric) “Do you have any idea about who it might be?” (Reply Ulfric) (Toronto, Canada - Hanger 13- Pinewood Studios lot - aACMO Ensign SG Heinrich Kruze/ Oliver Bader-Pagitt - 0821) Heinrich felt a hand on his shoulder. “That’s enough Doctor.” He tried to throw the hand off his shoulder. “Dammit man!” He shouted, “I’m an actor not a doctor!” But when he turned he saw a familiar face. Paul Sleeford, an officer on the Exeter. Was he awake? “Actions unbecoming of a Starfleet Officer, can get you six month in the brig, or I can punch you in the mouth now. So what’s it to be?” “Uh… what?” Heinrich was speechless, was Paul awake? Why wasn’t Erin? Paul dragged Heinrich away. He waved at the perplexed but now clearly relieved writer. "Before I continue, what do you remember the day before yesterday, 31st Dec?” “Yeah, clear as day. We had a party. We were on the Exeter. I had a little bit to drink. Then I woke up and I was Oliver.” Paul nodded and released his shoulder. "Lieutenant Commander Ravok is in Trailer A, go see him. He can fill you in better then I can.” “I sure hope so. I need to get some answers around here. MISTER TIM SURE ISN’T COOPERATING!” Heinrich made a move like he was following Paul, and stepped back. Going after Tim the writer wasn’t going to do any good. Best thing to do right now was to meet Ravok and find out what the hell is going on. “I’ll head out to Trailer A.” He said as he walked the other way, not realizing he didn’t know where Trailer A is. (Reply any) (Toronto, Canada - PinewoodStudios - CSO Lieutenant Erin Cortez/Genevieve Rhodes - 0831) After finishing her coffee, Gen sat back in her chair. Something was on her mind and, if people said one thing about her, it was that she always followed her heart and spoke her mind. Reaching for her phone, she sighed and began to type a message, "Hey babe. Missed you last night. I'm not gonna ask where you went or why you ran. That's for you to tell me when you are ready. I know things have moved fast. I'm no idiot. I know what your sister thinks of me. She can think what she likes. She doesn't know me like you do. I couldn't care less about money. What I care about is you. I love you. I just want to know you're okay." Sitting back, she pressed send and watched as the message went to Kyle. As she did, another notification popped up on the screen. ~a direct tweet?~ She had seen a number of them the night before from fans wishing her well and hoping she was okay. This was different. All it said was, 'We need to talk about Kyle.' Bringing up the person who had sent the tweet, she opened a private message and sent simply, 'Why?' (Reply Any) (Toronto, Canada - Outside PinewoodStudios - Steve the Romulan - 0834) As he watched the message appear, he smiled. ~if it's one thing these guys live on, it's social media. She must know something deep down and that's my way in~ He thought to himself as he typed quickly, "Something isn't right with him. You know that." As he waited, watching her type, he sighed. ~all I want is to know why he got me thrown out of the hospital after all the help I gave him.~ "I… where are you? We should talk…. What do you mean not right?" He read to himself. Smiling, he replied to the message, "Am outside the studio. Can't get in but he isn't right. I'm worried for him. For you too." "Give me ten minutes. I'll be there soon." Came the reply. Leaning back on the wall by the gate, Steve put his phone back in his pocket and sighed, "Just an explanation. Is that too much to ask?" (Reply any) (Toronto, Canada - Planet Fitness Gym – Ryan Christopher and Addison Queen/Faith Morgan – 0930) Sitting in the juice bar of the well appointed gym, Faith sipped at the drink that the personal trainer had recommended. The ‘power spirulina protein smoothie’ was a lurid, bile inducing green colour, but in all fairness didn’t actually taste too bad. The proclaimed ‘superfood’ health benefits were of course complete nonsense. She sipped her drink as she watched numerous people come and go, seeing a familiar face from her admittedly very minor role on the ‘Exeter’ Show. “Ryan?” She called over. “Oh hey, funny to see you here, figured you’d be more of a private gym girl?” He said with a smile. Faith smiled, “normally I would be, but people leave you alone here, some of the other places they all want weight training tips off me because I’m dating Tristan; because I’d know anything about that right?” “Well I mean, he is your in home personal trainer right?” He said with a laugh. “I know my routine, I don’t know his…” She said with a gentle smile. “Hey can I ask you something?” “Of course.” she shrugged pleasantly. “Want to sit?” "Depends on the answer." He smiled. "How do you tell if someone is unhappy?" “Big question, it’s normally tiny things at first, but tiny things can lead to big things. Or just be tiny things in themselves. Someone close to you or a work colleague?” "Gabby just. … my perception of her feels off. She doesn't seem like herself. And I proposed last night and she said yes. But this morning she just seemed like there was something off. Like regret maybe?' Nodding gently Faith patted the seat next to her. “You know that I’ve known Gabrielle a long time so?” Her broad accent surprisingly gentle. “We’ve been hitting similar catwalks and shows for a few years now.” “I know, that’s why you’re the one to ask.” “She didn’t seem her normal self?” Faith ventured, trying to tease more information out of Ryan “Plus, she kept asking questions about like, Ailynn, her thoughts and desires, and what not. And since apparently Tristan told Gail that he was Trip, i wonder, are the two just going super method….or is… there something else there with Gabby.” “Gabs is someone that is a creature of two halves. She’s a complete goofball as you know, a giggler, a ball of chaotic energy. I can’t see her going all Daniel Day Lewis method actor, she’s not the type.” Faith sipped at her smoothie. “However, I remember back in the day, when we did that first Victoria’s Secret show, she needed a bit more reassurance, more feedback than she normally would.” “Like, no confidence kinda thing?” “Not so much lack of confidence, just...it was a new thing, she was still relatively young, new to the scene, and wanted to know she was getting it right. I suspect that is all it is. She’s still new to the acting thing.” “No its not….that….I think it’s….even when we’re intimate, she seemed distant. I know Gabby, and she isn’t Gabby.” “If things were different, that doesn’t mean she’s unhappy. If she was unhappy you wouldn’t have got any.” Faith smiled, raising a cheeky eyebrow. “It’s like waking up one morning and finding out the love of your life has become...someone else.” Faith nodded. “I understand, I do. Look, Ryan.” She sighed. “You two are only just starting a journey together, there are going to be times that you wake up and you’re just not feeling things, believe me, you’re not a woman, respectfully, there’s some days you just want to be alone, regardless of how much you worship the person that you’re sharing your life with. You’ve been living together a couple of months? That isn’t much, and living together is very different to dating, believe me.” “I mean, that was my first thought….but….its not just that. How she talks, how she walks, how she carries herself. Its different.” “Maybe she’s just down, She’s had a lot on this week, visiting the girl in the hospital really upset her. I don’t want this to sound how it’s going to but if you’re noticing that much, give her a tiny bit more space. She may be wondering similar things about you.” “I...just….I guess. I just….what if she just realizes, that maybe life with me wont be as glamorous as the one she wants. I’m a simple guy from Calgary. She wont get the posh exciting lifestyle with me.” “Okay, Ryan. Now stop.” Faith raised her index finger. “Gabrielle is the most low maintenance model that I know, which is saying a lot. She’s a simple girl, from Hertfordshire, who has got where she has because of hard work, her height, and her beauty. However the last two have never defined her. Also, if you think that you’re life isn’t posh and exciting…” she pointed at a sad looking woman who had opened her purse to buy herself a drink at a food stand nearby. “Go tell that to her on the way back to your 3 million dollar apartment.” She raised an eyebrow, her look stern. “Yeah, I guess so. But I’m Canadian famous, not world famous.” he said with a smile. Faith tightened her eyes, “Strikes me that you aren’t selling your life enough…” “I guess I’m just trying to be humble…Though my brother and I own this gym so I guess…..not that humble.” “Listen to yourself, ‘won’t get the posh exciting lifestyle...I’m only Canada famous...You...bucko...need to be reminding her how amazing her life is...I’ll bet you sold her the dream to get her to hook up and date, but now you’ve moved in together, you’ve relaxed and taking things for granted? Remind her that her life...Gabbie’s life is...like a dream.” “So you’re saying, she may just be in a rut, and I just need to do something awesome to spark the light again?” “Not one big thing, subtle things, music that you listened to when you first dated, show her that the life she has is the one that she was dreaming about when she was a girl, and we all do it. Don’t be telling her that you don’t think she’s the person you thought that she was, tell her, show her that she is and she’s amazing.” Faith was staring fully at him now, under her full concentration. “Got it.” He said with a scheming smile. “She dreams of losing herself in you, in her life, make her remember that.” Her tone changed, her accent seeming to wane. “I’ve got ideas. If I may, I need to go get some….plans in order. Thank you.” “Remember, She needs to believe the dream if she is to live the dream.” Faith winked, though the humour behind it was paper thin. “Well she is my dream come true.” he said laughing as he made his way to the door. “Take care, Faith.” “Take care…” Faith’s face pulled away from the smile, and it evaporated as the door closed behind Ryan. “MERDE!” She swore. “MERDE MERDE MERDE!” She stood up and looked at the glass in her hand in disgust, a moment later it blew away on an unseen wind, turning into infinitesimal specks of dust that didn’t have a chance to settle on the counter. “Les Incompetent” Faith herself turned, and stepped forward, had anyone been watching, they would have seen her simply disappear in mid stride, accompanied by a flash of green light. (Reply none (yet)) (Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, Gabrielle Knight’s trailer – FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken/ Gabrielle Knight & CTO/3O LtCmdr Ravok/ Kyke Ravine –0931) “Thank you Sara, I’ll read that in a moment, I need to catch up with Kyle, he’s on his way over.” Ailynn ended the call to her PA as she saw Ravok coming across the open area on his way toward her trailer. Sighing happily, she picked up the scripts and ran her eyes over them briefly, taking in the changes that had been made to this afternoon’s scenes. Ravok walked up the small steel steps leading to the trailer's door and knocked as he opened it slightly. “Come in.” She smiled. “How are you?” He looked at her cautiously. " I'm fine Commander." He said, hoping that if she was indeed still Ailynn she would respond as herself, however if she wasn't Ailynn she would just take it as a playful reference to her role. Ailynn motioned to the seating area in the trailer. It was pleasant, though hardly salubrious. There were a bunch of photographs stuck up everywhere, with Gabbie hugging assorted members of the cast and crew, and one of her being carried in the arms of a mountain of a man, who she had learned was Ulfric Vjodgier, who played Sytuk. “Relax. It’s me, Ailynn.” She smiled. Ravok let out a massive sigh of relief and laughed. " You have no idea how happy that makes me, Commander. Is there anyone else?" “Apart from yourself the only person I’ve spoken to that seems normal is Ensign Fuller, the Ops Officer. I’d all but given up hope of finding anyone else.” " Commander Merek, Lieutenant Sleeford, Hammerfield are here as well. Erin was here…" Ravok paused. Ailynn felt her heart skip, and then fall at hearing the word ‘was.’ “What do you mean was? Erin…?” He looked at commander Bracken, a brief look of fear streaked across his face. " Yesterday morning I woke up in bed with her, she was herself. We got separated and when I returned to her last night she was...well she was Genevieve Rhodes. To her Erin was only a character. So that means we are capable of losing ourselves. " Ailynn sighed, and nodded. “Yes, I had a feeling that we could. Trip isn’t himself, he’s totally Tristan. Caity isn’t herself either. I happened to see Sienna too, and she was...not the girl I know.” Ravok sat down and his leg began jumping with nervousness." I must admit last night when Eri...I mean Genevieve kissed me I felt myself slipping away. Like I was being pulled into singularity, have you felt something similar?" “Not precisely, but it feels like a siren song. I can feel the lure of the happiness of this place. I spoke to mum...Gabbie’s mum I mean, and I felt closer to her in an instant than I have my own in probably a decade. She was so lovely, so supportive, I could almost feel myself being held like a daughter over the phone you know? Its so enticing.” He tilted his head. " I don't know that feeling, my step mother is loving but she is a klingon as you know." “There’s more, and it gets complicated.” " What else ?" He asked. “I said I spoke to Caity. It wasn’t her, not the girl I’m dating. She’s calling herself Sam, and to say that she doesn’t like Gabrielle is an understatement. I’ve never seen such venom in someone's eyes. It was horrible. She could only see Gabrielle, not Ailynn, Ailynn doesn’t exist here, only as a character.” " I ran into petty officer Sytuk and Ensign T'kel, both are not themselves. Not to sound paranoid but I can't rule out the possibility that all of you are simulations and this some test, but then again I'm not that important. " Ravok laughed and rubbed the back of his head. Ailynn shook her head. " Don't be silly, you're beyond important. To everyone….so without details, what's the last thing you remember?" Ravok rested his arms on his knees slouched forward. " The last thing I remember before waking up yesterday morning was having a beer with Ire on stardate 2445.12.29. Just before noon, then nothing. What's the last thing you remember? " We were in Holodeck 1 at midnight, on New Years just after then, Caity and I slipped out. I woke alone at about 0700 yesterday, in the most gorgeous apartment by the lake. It's three times bigger than my suite on the Exeter. There's pictures too, I mean loads of them, gorgeous pictures. Gabrielle has more confidence in herself than I can dream of, I yearn to have a tenth of it." ~ New years ? I have no memories of nearly three entire days? ~ Ravok thought and looked at Ailynn. " Aren't you worried that we all may lose ourselves to this ...Sirens song of a reality?" "I worry that we're losing ourselves, with that being said, here I'm happy, no-one's tried to kill me yet. I'm happy, I'm doing something that my every decision doesn't weigh on me, and I'm not just that clever girl or the First Officer. Here I'm allowed to just be me. Maybe it isn't such a bad thing." She sighed. He shook his head and laughed slightly. " Yeah it sounds great, but none of it is real. You are the sum of your life's experiences. You say being here allows you to be you. Well what happens when you stop being able to be you and become this Gabrielle? Are you going to be able to enjoy it ? " For a few moments she thought, all of her normal outlets for stress and worry were denied her. Caity, Trip, Ash, and Trip were all not who she believed them to be. "Honestly? I'm swinging, and there's so much pulling me in so many different directions, here whether it's the nature of the place but I feel settled." " Sir...Ailynn, please forgive me, but I felt myself slipping away into nothingness when Erin as Genevieve kissed me. Is your life so bad that you'd settle for this fantasy?" Ravok asked, trying to keep calm. He respected Ailynn so much, but he couldn't accept her level of comfort with this reality. "Ailynn is fine you know that, you've seen me in my nightwear...some of it anyway." She sighed. "It isn't about my life being bad, it isn't, but we'll come to that." She sighed deeply. "Do you remember Ryelle? Gave his life for me back during the Bajoran thing?" Ravok nodded. " Of course, His name is one I'll always remember." "I've been having dreams about him for weeks, on a big level I love him, his manner, his faith and his sacrifice. The way he made you feel better than yourself with just that gentle smile of his." " He did have a calming presence, that's for sure." Ravok remarked and continued to listen to her. "He's here. In this universe. I'm sharing an apartment with him." A tear welled up in her eye which she dabbed away. He looked down at the floor. " It seems this place not only messes with our minds, but with our hearts as well. " Ravok said, fearing that Ailynn may be close to losing herself to this place, the joy he felt in seeing her was instantly gone. In its place was a feeling of despair. Ailynn nodded. "More than you know. I went to bed with the girl that I've been falling heavy for in the couple of months up to new years. I wake up alone, living with the...embodied persona of the man who gave his life for me and in my secretest place have feelings for. Beyond that, I have a relationship with a mother figure that I've never had with Aimee." Ailynn stood up with a sigh and stepped toward the small fridge in the kitchenette area, pulling out two bottles of water, and passed one over to Ravok. Opening her own, she took a long drink. Ravok nodded his head in a thankful manner, opening the water to drink it. Not wanting to interrupt her train of thought or hinder her expressive behavior Pausing for thought, Ailynn continued. "Here I don't look in the mirror and see the weight of expectation crushing me. I don't see every set of eyes judging, I don't see every being stare at me and believe I only got where I am because of my name. I don't see the accusatory stare of my own reflection lecturing me about my past chem addiction. Here I like who I am. I like what I am and what I can do. Yesterday I met a girl, she's dying, even with all my knowledge I couldn't save her,so what use is it? I'm something here I feel I can never be back on the Exeter, I can be free, I can be the simple, happy girl that I long to be but have never been allowed. And what's more I'm BLOODY SCARED." Ravok winced slightly at her ourburst. " Ailynn listen to me, as someone who considers you a friend my heart truly bleeds not only for you but with you." He paused and stood up. Ailynn sighed, sensing a 'but.' "Buuuut?" " But as a member of the crew and a fellow officer, you have pledged your services to starfleet, to a calling bigger than yourself. I get it. That life isn't easy, but is a false life any better? This all of this " Ravok said, motioning his hands around them. " Is an Illusion." Ailynn considered her position, her role. "Maybe so, but here's the thing, the calling finds people wanting all too often. All too many people, fine officers hit their level. After what we've been through I'm not sure I can carry on." Ravok backed away from her and shook his head. " That's bullshit and you know it. " "Have you been listening? At all?" Her temper was starting to rise. " After all we've been through, after all we've lost. After all the people we've lost we owe it to them to push forward. You're not Gabrielle , you are Ailynn Bracken and regardless of what you think you aren't eclipsed by the name of your family. I stand here today as a testament to that truth. You saved my life on the operating table. You, Ailynn Bracken did that." "I appreciate the thanks, but that was a long time ago, that was a me who wasn't plagued by crippling doubt. I don't expect you to get it, and I don't need the reminder about my duty, when you feel yourself being pulled toward this self-same chasm, and I know that you will, you've felt it already. I hope I'm still me enough to stand there and be bloody sanctimonious toward you!" " That's funny, really rich. I resisted the urge. I didn't make excuses about why my life is so bad that I'd rather run away into a fictional reality. I FOUGHT BACK!!" Ravok yelled and smacked his hand on his own chest. "SO HAVE I...YOU DONT THINK ITS JUST ONE HURDLE DO YOU?" She growled in frustration. "Look...I'm sorry, but this is far from over, sure, you resisted so far. Well done. Whatever this is, is far from done. If I were you I'd be just as worried about your missing three days." Even in annoyance, Ailynn rarely missed things. Ravok placed his hand on his hips and looked down to the floor and sighed. " I'm no longer Romulan, Perhaps the drastic change of my neurological structures left me with some memory loss along the way. " He stopped and thought for a second. "And your feeling human emotions too, blood chem is waaaay different. My heart is on the left now...it's strange." Ravok nodded " Tell me something. " "Right now? Anything." " The little girl you spoke of , her name is Jenna yeah?" Ravok asked "Yeah, how did…?" " I saw the posts online about Gabrielle paying a sick girl a visit. Honoring her dying wish. Tell me, did she see Gabrielle or did she see you? " Ravok asked. "If she was five I'd say me, however she's fifteen, I'm guessing she thinks that it was Gabbie. I understand your point I do, and you're right. I know you are. Intellectually I understand everything that is going on, however as your Vulcan cousins are so fond of reminding us, humans are an emotional illogical race." She smiled gently, drinking her water again. " They are more emotional than people give them credit for. I actually feel less emotional as a human believe it or not. " Ravok felt a change in her demeanor. Ailynn nodded, and half smiled. "The girl was one of the first hits, suckerpunch almost." Ailynn said. "You saw the pictures? When the Doctor passed me her med notes I could see it all, instantly. I couldn't save her, even on the Exeter. It is literally a roll of the dice you know?" Ravok knew what she was trying to say. " In the second battle of Wolf 359, I outran a Quantum torpedo. I thought that was a roll of the dice, a freak chance. Until several moments later my sensors detected three quantum torpedoes launched at Ire's fighter. I saw him out maneuver all three of them in a matter of seconds, like it was nothing. In that moment I realized that sometimes we win and other times we win big. He knew the odds and faced them head on and overcame them. " Ravok sat down. " The odds are stacked against us here, we are being pulled in. We can either choose to let the torpedoes hit us or say f<(# the odds and out maneuver them." “I know. Prophets I know you’re right. I feel like Odysseus, strapped to the mast and my ears stoppered with wax to stop me from falling to the pull of the sirens.” She shook her head, another thought crossing her mind. “I understand my commitments, my task, my responsibility to you all falls on me.” " Trip is gone Erin is gone. It is up to us to get them back. I know happiness and freedom beckons you here in this place. Hell it even beckons me, but accepting this place and becoming Kyle would be a dishonor to all the sacrifices I've made in my life. You overcame addiction. The strength it takes to do that speaks volumes on who you are. That is who Ryelle died for. He gave his life for you. Not Gabrielle." Her tears welled up once more. “Yeah I know, and I’ll never forgive him for that.” Ailynn sighed. “Look, For the moment I’ll be okay, but it might be worth warning the others that even the strongest-minded amongst us are prone to the pull of this reality. I’m not strong, I never was, my inner nature, never was the person that my outside persona portrays. I think that this reality can see that, see past all of our defences, deep into our souls.” Her words rang deep inside of him. " I will warn them. I can't sit by and let people lose themselves to this place." “This is far from over, and I...We haven't even figured out how we got here, let alone how we get out. Warn the others, keep in regular contact, we all seem to have each others device contacts yes? I’ll be okay.” Ravok nodded his head in agreement. " I have sent all my contacts to Lieutenant Sleeford, thus far he is my strongest ally. The man's mind is strong. " "That's good to hear." Ailynn nodded. Ravok stood up to leave but stopped short of the door and looked back at her and sighed slightly. " Just in case this is the last conversation we have as ourselves, I just wanted to let you know that…" He paused momentarily and let out a deep breath. " Regardless of what you may think about yourself, you are strong. Your prophets, whatever they are...they chose you. You defeated Jost. That may not be enough for you, but for me and the crew it meant more than you know." Ailynn nodded a thanks. And let out a gentle, shy smile. Ravok walked over to Ailynn and extended his hand. " It's been an honour Commander Bracken." He shrugged. " Just in case" Ravok smiled at her. She nodded, but ignored the hand, instead stepping forward and giving him a hug. "I'll stay and fight it, for as long as I can." Ravok was slightly surprised. " I believe you" Pulling away she nodded, but nothIng more could really be said. Ravok walked to the door and exited the trailer as fast as he could. 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