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Searching for a Distraction

Posted on Tue Aug 18th, 2020 @ 3:50pm by Ensign Javn Darhk

Mission: Mission 4: Letting the Hair Down
Location: Risa
Timeline: Mid day

Javn pulled back the sheer curtain of her bay window letting in the mid day sun. She took in a deep breath of the clear warm Risan air. She knew it wouldn't be long before she began to take the fresh air for granted.

Her room here at the resort gave her a beautiful scenic view of the beach. Maybe she should go for a swim today. She watched the crashing waves gently drive up the beach coating the sand with bubbles. There wasn't much traffic on the beach which was a slight surprise given how alluring and cool the water looked.

The room had a small table and two chairs with pillowed seats. She sat at the table crossing her legs while pulling an old worn paperback novel onto her lap. Opening the novel a faded ribbon used as a bookmark fell into her palm. She began caressing it between her thumb and forefinger. The pale blue ribbon brought back memories of her mother and how she would tye Javns hair in a braid when she was small. The corners of her lips slightly perked up thanks to the fond memory.

Flashbacks of the night her mother sternly told Javn to stay quiet while they rushed through dark corridors of the Masters home came flooding into her mind. She remembered her mother with tears in her eyes instructing Javn to go with the strange man and never tell where she came from. The fear that followed the years after her escape seeped its way into Javns mind. She shook her head as if to shake away the memory and emotions trying to take over. She concentrated on the novel set in front of her trying to immerse herself in the written words of Bronte.

"If all else fails, blow a hole in the bulkhead. Explosive decompression is far more merciful than being assimilated."

The lieutenants voice rang threw her head. The shocked look on the counselors face. The handing of the grenade. The fear that her future was suddenly not her decision. The face distorted with tubes and a mechanical eye. The cold metal claw gripping her uniform.

The feelings were overwhelming now. The anxiety erupted from a pocket in her mind she didn't know was present. There was a sharp pain in her chest, her lungs felt suddenly empty. She gasped for air and slammed her eyes shut squinting her forehead in anger. She stood and dropped the novel onto the table with unnecessary force causing a loud thump. Letting out an angry huff, irritated with herself and the wave of emotions not allowing her to concentrate. She made her way to the dresser to change into beach appropriate clothing.

After changing and making her way down to the lobby she avoided as much eye contact as possible pulling the see through wrap tighter around herself. The beach clothing reveled more skin then she was used to exposing causing her to blush being around so many others. Head down she moved quickly past the other guests and residents present.

Sandals in hand she stood barefoot on the beach taking in the heat radiating off the sun soaked sand. She closed her eyes leaning her head back to feel the sun warm her cheeks.Why was it in a world built for relaxation she was struggling to let loose. She needed a distraction, something to keep her mind off recent events.


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