Just a Hoax(sky)(open)

[pippacarlyle]

Pippa's deep brown hair, turned black from her recent shower, flew wildly out behind her. She had not had enough time to fix it properly and so she left it down. A mixture of worry and terror streaked across her face as she dashed through the halls which seemed much longer this morning then they normally did and this frustrated her beyond belief. Hopping up and down on one foot she desperately tried to pull her shoe to her foot with her right hand as her left hung limply at her side as always. In her mouth she held a letter that both terrified and excited her. It read:
Dear Miss. Carlyle,
I hear word you have just graduated Starfleet Academy and have been assigned to the USS Enterprise. Congratulations, your mother would have been proud. But that is not the reason I am writing, I'm writing to tell you that I may have some information on your mother's death on the date of May 19th of six years ago. It is extremely confidential so I can not explain it in this letter in case it is tracked. Meet me at 24th Street, San Francisco at 7:00 AM tomorrow morning.
-Inspector Morris Redhanger
Pippa had read this letter so many times that had memorized the entire thing. She held it so tightly between her teeth that it may have ripped in two, she went over and over it in her mind and every word made tears flood her eyes. She cherished it so greatly and she didn't believe a word of it. Her mother had died of May 9th, not the 19th and it was five years ago, not six. It was a scam, it wasn't real, so why was she spending her well deserved day off to go and track down some con artist? She wasn't sure, all she knew was that there was no way she could talk herself out of it. Every fiber in her body told her to go and that the flicker of hope that had finally ignited inside of her was a sign that something would come of this, though she didn't what.

It was now 7:05 AM and she was late. She tried to tell herself that it didn't matter, that it was all a hoax, and that she should calm herself down or chair that was following her would never go away. But she couldn't stop herself all thought had been left behind and all the was left was instinct, which she was completely ignoring as well. The door to exit the ship was on the other side of the ship and so she took a detour towards the transporter room which she knew was not far. She hoped she would be able to figure out just how to beam herself down onto to Earth, she had never been especially gifted with that sort of thing. She broke into a sprint and slammed open the door to the transporter room not knowing what she would find.

[skytracker]

Sky had just left her room with Hypnos, her scarlet kingsnake, around her neck. Chronos and Hera were left in her room well fed. The lieutenant had barely taken three steps from her door when another young girl had ran -- no -- hopped by. All Sky saw was a wild head of wet hair, a look of worry, and there only being socks on her feet. Sky covered her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. She took a deep breath and walked back into her room. She picked up a clean brush and sent a warning look to Hera, who had moved closer to the door, ready to make a getaway.

The wolf laid back down on her huge fuzzy pink blanket and Sky stepped back out into the hall, following the wild woman that had just passed. It was actually really hard to keep up with her without running. For once, the girl was happy she had been forced to memorize a complete set of the blue prints of the ship. She was the chief tactical officer, so she wasn't entirely sure why she had to know them and had made it very clear that she didn't want to...

She took a detour, guessing where the girl was headed. She was in civilian clothes and not going toward the dock. Sky figured she was either going to the rec center or the transporter. Seeing as how she was headed down, and the rec center was in close to the center of the ship, Sky took a right, popped a panel off the wall and slid into the gap. She closed the 'door' back and slid down a ventilation shaft and came out near the transporter room just before the girl ran by again.

Again, Sky had to cover her mouth to hide the laughter. Once she was sure she was in control, she liegurely stepped through the door. "Need some help?" she asked casually, tossing the hairbrush to the girl.



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word count ~ 542
muse ~ good enough
other ~ I'm listening to a baby cry, an ADHD boy scream becuase he can, a 6-year-old boy and an 8-year-old boy whine about not wanting to do this or that, and a sope opera. Save me!

[pippacarlyle]

Pippa whizzed through the door into the transporter room hoping to find something that looked even vaguely like it might make sense. As intelligent as she was, technology had never been her specialty. To her great dismay she found an enormous panel of buttons and numbers. She threw her shoe to the ground and ran her hand through her drenched hair in annoyance. This would be impossible! She glanced down at a tiny, crack watch on her wrist, it read 7:10. She wondered if this person would wait ten minutes for her, or was he one of those people who gave you one chance and if you missed it you missed what was possibly the most important information you had ever received.

But it really wasn't her fault that she was late. Pippa's horribly out of date alarm clock had not gone off. When she woke it was 6:30 and of course her clock, about an hour slow, still read 5:30. She assumed she had time to take a shower and get ready. When she dressed herself in a long green shirt and a ripped pair of blue jeans she grabbed her watch, which just happened to read 7:00.

These events landed her where she was now, desperately running around the transporter room trying to find an instruction manuel or something of that sort. She was about to give up and just run across the ship to the door thinking that might be quicker when a young woman a few years older then Pippa appeared in the door way.She recognized her instantly, she was Lt. Sky Timber. She was twenty-one, she was amazingly secretive, she seemed to really wish she was on Earth all the time, and had eight siblings.

She tossed a hairbrush to Pippa, which she just barely caught, and asked if she needed help. Now, Pippa despised asking for help, it was possibly the easiest way of making yourself feel vulnerable, and why would you want to do that? But there were times like now when desperation out-weighed pride.
"Umm... Well, you wouldn't happen to know how this thing worked? Uh, would you?" Pippa asked awkwardly. She was sneering the entire time but at least she got the words out.

[skytracker]

Sky understood the girl almost immediately. They were the same in a way. Asking for help was a weakness, and Sky should've worded it differently. She walked over to the control panel and looked down. I can probably get demoted for this...hope Spock doesn't catch me. She grimaced. If the Vulcan caught her doing yet another thing against protocal, she could probably wind up in her own brig. She sighed heavilly. She had red a few things on operating a transporter, but really it was Scotty's area.

Glancing up, she nodded to Pippa, "I'm pretty sure I got it. Press this button --" she pointed. "-- put in the coordinates you want to go. Push the lever up." She cracked her knuckles. It was fairly simple when both locations were stationary. "Sure yer comf'terble with havin' yer molicules taken apart then put back together?" The idea made Sky wanna puke. She wasn't afraid of it; she just didn't like it. It was similar to her dislike of things that fly. She prefered to have both feet on solid ground at all times.

The woman glanced up into the actual transporter. "Tell me where ya wanna go, and stand on one of those humps. I'll beam ya to the locale." This time, she wasn't offering, she was telling. That generally helped with pride was an issue. It was what she prefered when she was getting help. This girl was obviously desperate, but Sky wasn't going to use that and rub it in her face. Well, she might if the girl truely pissed her off, but the only thing Sky knew about her was that she was an ensign. The tactical officer had no reason to mistreat the girl.