Brig Life

Posted on Friday, 18 December 2020 - 4:15pm by Lieutenant JG Adrianna Eberhardt

Baciami sat in the brig, weirdly enjoying the peace. In her mind she was right to have asked the question. The response she received was unprofessional and hurtful.

During times of panic with leaks and moles hidden in all crevices, Adrianna only felt it right to query who the new captain was. Hell, even as Intel, she'd not received any notification about the new captain. Was she not justified?

Baciami did have one horrible feeling she was wrong though. In fact, the epiphany came to her as she was being walked to the brig. The security staff were thankfully entertained to see Adrianna already heading to the brig. Whilst yes they out her in wrist restraints and kept their weapons armed, they didn't drag her out as she was compliant.

All things considered about the mission she'd been feeling off further returning from Italy. Memories and what ifs had crossed her mind and were eating away to the person she now had now become since being part of Starfleet, and certainly as part of the Standing Bear crew.

Adrianna had felt herself slip into old habits. Her temper has certainly become unhinged. She'd started feeling a level of paranoia creep back up at every corridor junction and when she was alone.

Whether it was the vision she'd seen bout her morbid end or the return to Italy, Adrianna knew she wasn't ok. How she would deal with it would need to be carefully calculated. Her actions, after all, may have cost her the job and protection she had become cwtchy with.

For now, she would continue to stew in the brig.

Waiting.