"You are not my Captain?"

Posted on Mon Oct 31st, 2011 @ 1:25pm by Lieutenant Cassandra Levue & Commodore Samantha York

490 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: The Race for the Lost Treasure
Location: Starbase Typhon

Lieutenant Junior Grade Cassandra Levue approached a woman, who, for all intents, and purposes, appeared to be Captain Samantha York. Except for the obvious differences of uniform color, and a misplaced golden pip. Levue was instantly worried. She ran up to Samantha, pondering what, possibly, could have happened.

"Captain York! What happened?" Cassandra asked, as she quickly caught up to the woman.

Sam was taking another tour of the promenade to see if there were any new books she could buy for Curzon. Or maybe some antique collectibles from ancient worlds. "Commander York," Sam corrected. "I'm fine, thank you." She wasn't so sure about the other woman, though. As far as Sam knew, they'd never met.

"Bovine scatology." Levue said. "Why'd you get demoted?"

"I haven't been demoted." And she was sure she'd never met the other officer now that she thought bout it. "Counseling is by sickbay. I'm sure someone there could help you -- find answers to your questions." Sam tried to be polite, but the woman was obviously in need of psychiatric help.

"You are, Captain Samantha York, of the USS Calypso, are you not?" Levue asked. She was slightly disturbed by the fact that the woman apparently did not know herself, nor her Chief Security and Tactical Officer.

"No. I'm Commander Samantha York. Formerly of the USS Republic." Everyone had a twin somewhere, but they never had the same name, so it couldn't be that. This woman obviously knew someone who looked a bit like her and had somehow mixed her up with Sam. Or she was simply off her rocker. "I know you think I'm this other person, but I assure you, I'm not who you think I am."

Levue stopped. "The Republic?" Levue asked. "Isn't that the ship that's listed as restricted from access, and scanning, on Starbase registry of docked ships?"

"No. The Republic is the ship that's been sent to a larger facility to scrap for parts. I don't know what you're accessing -- or think you're accessing, but you've obviously come across faulty data." There was no way the woman could know the Republic had been sent off to be studied by Starfleet to deconstruct its technology. That information was classified.

Levue stopped. She didn't know that. She frowned. "I'm sorry ma'am. Clearly, I'm confused." Levue said, pondering how many regulations this conversation might be breaking. "I believe I'll take my leave of you."

Sam nodded. How could a conversation on the promenade break regulations? That thought was coming through rather strongly. The woman was strange. But then, you met all kinds on a starbase. Sam turned and continued on her way.

Levue quickly walked off, hoping, beyond hope, that nobody found out about that conversation, as she wasn't intending to visit her own brig, anytime soon.

OFF

Commander Samantha York
Executive Officer
USS Jefferson

Lieutenant Junior Grade Cassandra Levue
Chief Security and Tactical Officer
USS Calypso

 

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