DL ~ Cmdr Waterhouse ~ "Sands Of Time Are Hiding Your Way"

Posted on Fri Apr 10th, 2015 @ 11:55pm by Commander Amelia Waterhouse

383 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: A Spot To Kill

All the 'T's were crossed, the 'I's dotted; Rochelle's appointment of a regent and a porter had settled things down on Atlantis, especially with Kyym removed from her self-appointed position of power. Ferreting out her minions was likely to be a longer task, but Imrol Kessek insisted that he would put together a committee of people he trusted to see to it. While they'd wanted to keep Kyym in Starfleet custody until they could find and remove the remaining minions, the unfortunate fact of the matter was that since Atlantis Prime was not a Federation world, charges could not be raised within Federation laws and courts. They were at the mercy of the Atlantean justice system to deal with her.

Amelia wrapped up her report and headed from her office to the bridge. The last few things had been checked, all crew were back aboard the ship and accounted for, and all lingering business regarding Atlantis that couldn't be handled by subspace had been ironed out. It was finally time to leave. She settled in Rochelle's chair, looking around at the bridge crew — the desire to leave this place was tangible, a silence hung over the bridge as they awaited her orders.

"Helm, lay in a course for the worm hole," she directed, her gaze falling on the back of the head of the young man at the helm station. "I think it's safe to say we've all had our fill of Atlantis Prime to last us a while."

"Aye, ma'am," he answered with a quick glance over his shoulder to her. As he turned back to his station, his fingers moved over the controls with ease and he nodded a little. "Course laid in."

"Then get us the hell out of Dodge, Ensign," she directed. One lone snort of amusement came from the helmsman, and then confused looks rippled through the rest of bridge crew present. She shook her head slowly as Vindicator broke orbit and pulled away from Atlantis Prime. "Once we've cleared the wormhole, and have returned to familiar space, please lay in a course for Slipsteam to Cold Station Theta."

"Gladly, ma'am," he insisted with a smirk. "Giddiyup lil' doggy," he said, petting the helm console. Amelia giggle.

=/\= End Log =/\=

Commander Amelia Waterhouse
Executive Officer
USS Vindicator, NCC-78213-E

 

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