What just happened ?

Posted on Mon Jul 17th, 2023 @ 8:12pm by Captain Mira Rodale

Mission: Tomorrow, Before Yesterday
Location: Ship/ Earth

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The ship rocked once again. And again. And again. Suddenly it lurched quickly to the left, sending the crew leaning or falling to their left. Just as suddenly the ship lurched to the right, before straightening out again.

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{ USS Chuck Norris}

:She had just come off duty and gotten to her quarters. Vaytoc had taken over the whole bed, his huge furry body taking up far to much of the sleeping space. Pushing him over would have been easy but her mind just wasn't up for resting as much as her body seemed to be. Rubbing her temples she looked at the door. She NEEDED a run. So she changed out if her uniform and put on running shorts and a tank top, both in black.
Shoes wasn't needed and would make the run on the decks more quiet as to not disturb anyone.
She placed an ear piece in her ear to play some music and she started to run down the coradords of the ship it was then the ship rocked sharply knocking her off balance she was falling...... what the crap she thought.

{Earth 2025}

Mira screamed both from shock and fright before she hit the water. Once she could find out what direction was up she swim to the top taking in a much needed air and choking up water at the same time. "By all that is holy. " she whispered looking around. Swimming she was finally able to get out of the water. It was freezing.

Hearing laughter she looked to the trees. An old man was shaken his head at her. "Not the time of year for a dip Chica. " He narrowed his eyes drinking something in a brown bag. " did someone toss ya in?"

Mira shivering wrapped her arms around her then gave a nod. Sure that seemed like a reasonable answer to a question of what she had no idea just happened. Maybe she had hit her head and was really someplace on the ship. That's thought took some of the panic away. Right ! This wasn't happening.
Going to tap her comm on her tank the panic jumped again making it hard to breathe, she didn't have a comm on her. No way to contact anyone on the ship......again. what was happening?

"Well you poor thing. Here have some of this it will warm you up " never one to turn down a drink she took the bag. There was a bottle inside. Taking a sip she almost choked, it had to be the worst stuff she had ever tried. Klingon bloodwine was far better but it would be rude to say so she forced a smile and handed it back.

"Thank you, Where .....am I. " she hesitated asked trying to come up with what happened to her.

Laughing the old man said " Central Park. Did they hit ya over the head too? Got memory loss?"

Reaching up and touching her forehead there was a cut. It didn't seem to bad and since she didn't know what was going on she just nodded. Better not to say to much.


He eyed her oddly "Robbed and left with nothing but your tattoos I see. Been there"

Tattoos ? She looked down at herself " my........" she had almost said Trill markings but something told her she should just go with this man explanation "yes."

He nodded, getting up. "You got a place to stay?"

"No." She didn't even know where she was, how she had gotten there and if any of this was even real. The old men just waved her to follow him. Looking up at the sky she could tell it would be dark soon. Should she stay here or go? Too cold to just stand here she follows the old man out of the wooded area and into a city. The air smelled. The part of her mind that didn't want to believe she was really here thought that the life subport on the ship might be damaged. Lack of oxygen could make someone hallucinate. Was that happening? By the goddess she hoped so.

{Homeless shelter/ soup kitchen, earth}

The old woman that ran the place had taken one look at her and took pity on her. She was handed warm but odd clothes. She frowned at the shirt she was now wearing. The women had given it to her while saying something about hello kitty but Mira hadn't gotten the meaning. The pants she had called Jean's. They had holes in them and they were a little big and too long. Sock, sneakers and a big red hoodie was what the women had called the other things. Finally warm and sitting at a table with some kind of soup in front of her Mira tried to relax and think clearly with out the panic setting in.

This was all to detailed to be a hallucination, to many things she didn't know what they were was here. But the date on that newspaper had said it was 2025. Not possible at all. Time to start running scenarios. Time travel came to mind? No she disregarded that. Then put that idea back on the list.
Q? Could the ship have run into a powerful being play games on them? Maybe..... Maybe not. Still if she was here others from the ship might be also. No reason to think she had been the only one. Ok keeping her eyes out for crewman was on her list of things she needed to do. Not that she knew anyone really except the chief of engineering and her staff. Ok that was going to be impossible.

They could find her. She was only Trill on earth in this time. Nodding to herself now that would work. Taking another bite of bread she chews. When she didn't report for duty someone would look for her. Since she didn't have a comm. The ships computer wouldn't list her as off ship until they did a ship wide scan then her life signs wouldn't be connected to her comm. Where they in orbit? By all that was holy she hoped so, other wise she was in real trouble.

Where was that man with the liquor bottle. She looked around the large room. A good strong drink might help.

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Lt. Commander Mira Rodale