[USS Vanguard] Gone

  • From: "Cynan" <kuhnahn@xxxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: "USS Vanguard" <ncv80221@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • Date: Tue, 7 May 2002 00:07:52 +0100

Lt. JG. Cynan Mandrake.
Location: USS Vanguard; Counselors Office, Event Horizon.
Time: After "wail of a banshee" (Kieran).

Subject: Gone.

[Counselors Office]
The day was getting on and Mandrake was still sitting in his chair, thinking 
about the past, where his life had been and where he was headed. His future was 
uncertain, and for once, that scared him. At least he was getting to go home 
for awhile.

In a few hours he'd leave the ship and head over to the Star base's medical 
facility where his re-grown arm was waiting to be attached. After that he'd 
catch the nearest ship out-of-there that was headed for home (Albion).

Until then he had planned to just sit there, but Qbeds unexpected visit had 
made him think. She was right, he should just 'get over it'.

He continued to sit and stare, a voice playing over and over in his mind.

"I'm about to say something I never thought I would.  Promise not to tell 
anyone...but maybe talk to E'thexx.  And don't push She'Ra away.  She'll help, 
if you let her."

That was good advice, but that was hard too. He'd never asked for help from 
anyone, well except Ehress, and that was a long time ago.

Rounding a corner he had arrived at Jaav's office. He was about to enter after 
sounding the chime and being called in when She'Ra appeared.

She'Ra: "Cynan!"

He looked at her and backed away, with just a whisper of goodbye. He dashed 
down a corridor and out of sight as the doors to Jaav's office opened, before 
she even knew what was happening.

[TAG you two!]

[Event Horizon]
The hours were slipping away, the Event Horizon was deserted. He'd come to get 
away from everything, for a stiff drink before the departing for the station 
(and the operation to follow).

To his surprise Sam McCaw was around too, accompanied by the Captain, one 
Dominic Cesar Santos.

OoC: I drafted this out as happening very late at night - or rather early in 
the morning, but I had to place it earlier a bit so it might seem a bit out of 
place.. so maybe ignore it, or place it later, or whatever.. but rather then 
not write what I've already written, I am anyway lol. So sue me :)

They immediately noticed Mandrake over in a corner, but thought it best to 
leave well alone.

Santos: "O'kay that's it. I've had enough of this!", he said rising up from his 

Sam: "Agreed. Lets go."

They both stood up and went over to where Mandrake was sitting and dropped 
three shot glasses and a bottle of the finest scotch whiskey on the table.

Santos: "Mind if we join you?"

Mandrake didn't move or even say a word.

Santos: "Good. That's that settled then."

The night [OoC: oops better change that LOL]. day went on and the bottle became 
two, three and finally four.

Cynan: "I don't want any fuss. Not even a goodbye. Just let me go quietly."

He had finally spoken, but still he wasn't looking at them. He was in a world 
of his own, a world where he was safe.

McCaw and Santos passed each other a glance showing their concern for their 
crewman, their friend, but also there understanding.

McCaw: "You ARE coming back though, right?"

Mandrake stood and headed for the door. He looked back at his companions, and 

McCaw: "Do you think he'll come back?"

Santos: "Hmm. I don't know Sam, but if he doesn't, we'll go to him."

McCaw nodded to this and they continued their drinks. Mandrake on the other 
hand was gone. The only evidence that he was ever even there were the memories 
that he left behind, the sliced bulkhead in Holodeck 1 that he hoped no one 
would notice and his tribal sword [not the katana - the Celtic
leaf-blade] that he'd left in She'Ra's quarters.

He might never have seen the Vanguard or its crew again in his mind, but he'd 
sure see She'Ra again, no matter what.

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