SD241908.1 || Earth Log || "Girl with a Gun"

Posted on 01 Aug 2019 @ 9:40pm by Lieutenant Commander Finley Bell III

930 words; about a 5 minute read

=/\= Earth? =/\=

Lorelei stared down at the girl holding the gun, and she was barely older than a girl. She had that...haunted look in her eye, though, as if she was nearly feral. The Starfleet technician didn't want to do anything to hurt her, but neither did she want to get shot...

"I'm not here to do any harm," she said, carefully raising her hands as she tried to diffuse the situation. This sort of thing was not really her specialty, but she had to try. "I... I think I've gotten a hit to the head. I can't remember how I got here, but I only just woke up." Okay, so part of that was a lie, but she knew this wasn't her time period so she wasn't going to start off with "I fell out of my starship."

Finley had entered the horrid looking city, or possibly former city, after far too long of a walk. Finley wasn't used to this kind of bullshit. He was too old, and not nearly hydrated enough for a hike. He was lost in thoughts about how miserable he was, and walking by a halfway demolished building when suddenly he stopped. His brain had slowly processed an image from his peripheral vision. He quietly walked back a few paces to a section of broken wall, and peered around the edge. There was a woman, and she appeared to be being attacked by a human child. The woman, also appeared to be Starfleet. Finley supposed that meant he must intervene. Damn he thought as he stood up and walked around the hole into what used to be a building.

"You don't want to do that, child," he told the girl. "That projectile weapon looks like it would kick like hell, and leave a nasty bruise," Finley told her.

This new voice startled both the females, but the one with the gun spun around toward the source of the voice. As she did so, the gun barrel went up and she accidentally fired off a shot. Fortunately, it didn't even come close to hitting anyone, but it did take down one of the few remaining pieces of concrete from the second floor.

"Damn it!" she girl shrieked. "That was my last shell!" She then, literally and actually, stomped her foot.

Finley grimaced slightly as the gun went off. He hadn't been around these sort primitive projectile weapons in a long time and couldn't anticipate the noise. "Alright then, now that we've...disarmed you...," Finley said and turned to Lorelei. "Petty Officer, have you any idea where we are or how we came to be here? I just woke up on the ground," he said.

Just to be on the safe side, Lorelei stormed across the space and angrily snatched away the gun. She wasn't really mad at the kid--she was protecting her space from strangers--but Lorelei still didn't like having a gun pointed at her. With a huff, she turned to the...blue-collared dude. At least he was Starfleet.

"No fucking clue, sir," she said. "I just woke up here and then this. I think it's Earth, but it's definitely not 2419."

"2419?!" the girl scoffed. "What drugs have they got you two on?" She eyed them disdainfully. "You do look like soldiers after all. But it's 2037, morons. I can't believe they send you guys out to fight so high that you don't know what year it is."

Finley gaped at the girl. "Oh? Well I can't believe you can't align the base plate of turbo encabulator so that the pre-famulated amulite is surmounted by a malleable logarithmic casing in such a way that the two spurving bearings were in a direct line with the panametric fan, but I'm not going to hold that against you kid. Take a walk."

The girl stared blankly at him for a moment, before it returned to its previous indignant scrunch. "No, you take a walk! This is my house!"

Finley looked around at the rubble, blinked, and then back to the girl. "And it's a very lovely abode. Would you happen to have a phased-wave induced parabolic antenna, or any manner of sub-space transceiver around the place?" he asked.

Lorelei was by now also blinking at the man. Maybe she had hit her head... "Sir, with all due respect, even I don't know what you're talking about anymore," she deadpanned.

"No, I don't have any of that stuff. I don't even have a ceiling!" the girl snapped.

"Right," Finley said and stooped to pull out his flask. He stood and took a long pull on it. It felt as thought it were almost empty, so he gave it a shake to verify. There was maybe between a sip and a gulp left. "Madame, a good evening to you," he said to the girl and walked out of the hole in the wall leaving the Petty Officer. She could follow if she wished. Finley wasn't sure he cared.

Blinking, the fighter tech stared off in the direction the blue-collar had gone. He certainly couldn't be medical or counseling, acting like that. Had to be science. "Uh..." she stammered for a moment, then tossed the girl the gun and ran after him. "Uh, sir?" she called. "Do you know where you're going?"

"Onward, Petty Officer. Ever onward. Though, I can't for the life of me think of why some days. That little pygmy proved little use, so we're off. There has to be some kind of transmitter we can use to raise the ship somewhere," he told Lorelei.

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