[BACKLOG] JPL | Lt JG Charlson & Commodore Ivanova | Where'd he go?

Posted on Wed Jul 8th, 2015 @ 1:06am by Admiral Rochelle Ivanova

1,022 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Agua Mala
Location: Captains Quarters

Lily had been looking for Noah for days now, but couldn't find him anywhere. She'd presumed it was just a computer glitch until she found the note from him in her favorite holodeck program. It had said he'd left the ship on his ship. Lily had been upset for the last hours and thought maybe Ivanova could help. She walked up to her door and pressed the door chime.

The sound of nails clicking against the high polished teak wood panels of the command suite's floors was inescapable. It was a happy and excited staccato beat created by a mirthful horned blue wad of fuzz and fluff as it danced and snarfled ahead of its mistress. There was food in the woman's hands. Good food, and Helsa's sensitive nose told her that it likely was filled with that wonderful merriment known as 'sugar'. The little blue Andorian Fox loved the stuff. It was a rarity, the redheaded woman only released such libations in small amounts. The spotted chocolated haired man that had come to stay with them, however, was far more loose with the treats.

If one was to be honest, Helsa was getting fat.

"No, Helsa." Rochelle tutted, protecting the brownie she coveted in her hand, and drew breath to say more to her pet when the chime to her quarters went off and she, in turn, sighed. Helsa groaned and flattened herself to the floor, her massive ears laying off on either side of her horned head flatly. Guests usually meant perfect behavior... Unless it was Amelia or Andrea... Then it meant more food. All she could do was wait and see... and hope. "Enter."

Lily walked in and stood near the door, not sure what to say.

Immediately Rochelle's eyebrow went up at the sight of the young Security officer. While the Commodore felt a mix of confusion and concern, Helsa felt only disappointment and vocalized it with a heavy sigh and the sound of claws clacking as she beat a retreat to the security of coffee table-cave. "Lieutenant Charlson..." The skipper greeted, "Is everything alright?"

"Not really Commodore, I'm having a bit of a hard time, what with Noah and the Commander leaving. I'm feeling kind of lost." She said, still not moving from her spot.

"Have a seat..." The petite redhead gestured to the set of couches in her sitting room. "I know things are a bit rocky, but this is how Starfleet comes to pass." She offered, gingerly picking her words in attempt to spare the young Lieutenant from further emotional duress. "Noah... Will go wherever the wind blows him. He's not the settling kind... What with him preaching and running as a missionary and what not."

"He asked me to go with him! I could have gone but I didn't!" She said, taking a seat on one of the couches.

This time both of the astute redhead's eyebrows rose. The confusion was gone, but surprise was certainly there and ready to take the forefront of her emotions. "As a Starfleet officer you're commissioned to serve Starfleet and, of course, the Federation. It's hard. I've been asked to give it up as well... But as much as I love the person who asked me to leave, I know that I belong here." She offered the other woman a small smile and held out the untouched, plated brownie. The carbs and chocolate were better suited to comforting the security officer than satisfying a late night craving for sweets. "Keep in touch with him. Nothing ever truly ends, Lieutenant."

"Do you know where he went?" Lily asked, taking the brownie, splitting it in half, and passing the other half back to Ivanova.

Taking the seat across from Lily, Rochelle crossed her legs and took the offered other half of brownie with a small sigh. "Noah? No... I haven't the foggiest." She replied with a hint of apologetic regret that she didn't. "He didn't publish a flight plan seeing as he's a civilian and isn't required to."

Lily nodded. "Did he leave a comm frequency at all?" She asked, taking a bite of the brownie, while also pulling off a small part and offering it to Helsa.

"If he did, I don't have it." The Commodore's head shook, "He may have left something with one of the lounge staff, but not with me." She added, leaning back into her chosen seat just far enough to keep from seeing Helsa's exploring nose peek out and teeth snatch the offered piece of chocolatey wonderfulness.

"I just can't believe he's gone, it's gonna take a while to get used to!" She said, leaning back in her seat.

Rochelle nodded in perfect understanding, "It will, but my guess is that Mr. Cain has to be in contact with Comander Waterhouse and she likely has contact with Noah." She offered, reaching to stroke the little blue fox. "There's always a way, right?"

"Always." Nodded Lily, showing the Commodore a smile.

"Then that'd be the route I took." Just such a Commodore responded, "At least there are options and options usually equate to hope."

"I'd like to thank you for your time ma'am, not many people would have helped in this situation." She said, standing up from the couch.

Rochelle rose to her feet to see the Lieutenant off, and Helsa simply sighed. The departure of the guest 'bi-ped' meant the end of free flowing food until the spotted male returned home and snuck her some goody or another when he was absolutely certain that Rochelle wasn't looking. "It's not a problem, Lieutenant, I know all too well what a broken heart feels like... And it isn't pleasant." She replied, offering another small, sympathetic smile as she walked the other officer to the door, "But I assure you that things will look up."

"I hope so, thank you again, i'll see you on the bridge or around the ship soon i'm sure!" Lily said, smiling to Rochelle and heading out the door.

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Commodore Rochelle Ivanova
Commanding Officer
USS VINDICATOR, NCC 78213-E

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Lieutenant Junior Grade Lily Charlson
Security Officer
USS VINDICATOR, NCC 78213-E

 

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