Chapter 4: When you wish upon a star [ Day 1

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Reply #25 – April 20, 2024, 10:27:06 PM

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Aerodrome of the Erudite ] Attn: @RyeTanker and anyone else that wants to chime in
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Faye gave a snort of amused laughter at the retreating form of Ens. Wix, shaking her head and smiling softly in the wake of the miniaturized tornado of personality. "No Ensign, you weren't," she agreed, not that the other woman would be able to hear her at this point having already vanished from view in swift form. "Not that you didn't try of course." The poor pilot had been broadcasting pretty hard as to what she was attempting to do and the Betazoid had been more than happy to let her try. Had she been successful well, that would have been another matter entirely, and one that she would have brought up with Ida promptly. She could only imagine the sheer havoc that could have unfolded with a newly awakened telepathic presence with absolutely no training on how to process such sensations, let alone control them. And something about Ens. Wix had Faye doubting that 'control' was in the pilot's vocabulary.

But the departure of the pilot just led to more of the dispatched Theurgy contingent circling in for their assignments. She got caught up in the work, and blinked in surprise when she felt the familiar touch and mental presence of Zark back in her sphere of influence again. Quite close at that, as soon the Andorian was nestled behind her, flicking through the room assignments. Faye thought to ask if she needed help but knew that there was little need for it, as the blue skin woman was soaking up the physical touch for the sheer enjoyment of it. And probably for Faye as well. The Betazoid relaxed back against the armored security officer as best she could, until Zark split off to get ahead of the crowd. Faye murmured a quick, "Later," in response, before turning to the next eager beaver looking for a port in the storm.

This resulted in Faye being perpetually stuck near the back of the mass of Starfleet personnel assigned to their particular mission. Given the nature of the party deposited aboard the Erudite had been far larger than one's average away mission. It was quite the command for Lt. Leavitt, she mused, and hoped that he was up to the task. He was brilliant, and he had been forthright and honest with the group once they had boarded the Savi ship about what lay ahead and what was expected for them. But it was a heavy thing to have to deal with, the command and the scope of the mission.

Of course he has Ida zh'Wann backing him up and she's a beast. He'll be fine, she thought to herself, and wished that her inner monologue sounded as assured of that fact as she wanted it to be.

Eventually however the crowd around her thinned out and Faye was able to join the rest of the crew within the confines of the berthing set aside for the detachment. The problem was, the closer she got to their quarters the more the pressure of the crew weighed down upon her. Disappointment swept over her and she gave a physical shudder, the normally bubbly Ensign curling back up and redoubling her mental blocks, slamming them tightly into place. She let out a ragged breath and looked around at the assembled group, all of them sullenly staring at their plate. She spotted Zark (now out of that armor and in the much more visibly appealing undersuit) coming back from the replicators with a tray and a less than pleased look on her face. Faye promptly detached herself from the tail end of the group she'd fallen in behind, and made a beeline for the other Andorian, with her own bag still thrown over her shoulder.

"What is it? What's wrong?" she asked, a trace of urgency and worry in her voice that she couldn't hide, her eyes up on the blue face before her - not at all noticing the obvious cause of dismay. ”I can feel it pressing all around me; it's coming off of everyone in waves, even you,” she added in a soft whisper.