Coming in Hot

Posted on Mon Apr 2nd, 2018 @ 12:56pm by Sophia

Mission: Weathering the Storm
Location: Shuttle Inbound
Timeline: Current

Ambassador. She was still in Ambassador, technically and they said they would reinstate her full credentials after the baby was born . Pacing from one end of the shuttle to the other she kicked the bulkhead trying to rid herself of some of the nervous energy that she'd managed to acquire in the journey. She was an ambassador , That was before they suggested that she retire. Well retire was a strong word and it had been suggested that she take a leave of absence. She's been too volatile at that moment to even notice that they were packing her off so that no one would see her. So that no one would see her shame, and that no one would notice her decline into... whatever it was that she was. She was an embarrassment to the ambassadorial corps, through no fault of her own except the death of her mate. He'd been with her in talks, and he'd had a massive stroke in his room, and they'd been unable to repair the damage to his brain. Sophia'd collapsed right at the negotiation table with a shriek the likes of which they'd never heard before- nor ever would again as the whole of her world had dropped out from under her. She'd sunk into despair, for the babe she carried had been his source of pride, and she was left without any support. Sophia had tried to pick up the pieces of her career, but too many times she'd lashed out at delegates to soothe her own pain. They'd removed her, mostly for her own good, so she might heal. The Corps didn't know that was impossible because she was an Alassomorph. They didn;t know that her bond to him was so strong that it had actually injured her mind to be without him. Maybe if they'd sent her to Vulcan or to Betazed she might have had a chance to heal. In their ignorance, all they'd done was try to discard her like an old shoe. To spite them she'd picked the farthest star base away form the Corps controlled world, without any possibility of diplomatic action, and chosen that as her new assignment. They tried to dissuade her but she would not be moved. They had no choice but to accept her request, for it was them that had ask for it in the first place

Her hands stroked over her belly and she hissed softly under her breath as pain flickered from one side to the other.

" Madame ambassador?"

"Mm?"

"You'd best sit down and put a seatbelt on. There's a massive ion storm heading to the station we're going to, and we're only just going to beat it. It's going to get bumpy." His fingers traced over the readouts and he revised his thought that they were going to beat it in. If he put on more speed....so disregarding safety protocols he increased the speed towards the station- hoping he wasn't coming in too hot to be stopped when they reached the damn thing. Santiago had never crashed a shuttle in his career and he wasn't about to start now!

A contraction gripped her just as he'd said that, but instead of moving she simply rubbed circles on her swollen middle until it eased. Walking slowly towards her seat, she'd just made it to the thing when the floor dropped out from under them. Not having any balance to begin with, she'd staggered but when the second wave of turbulant space jostled the shuttle she'd fallen. Striking her head on the deck plating the last thing she remembered hearing was the voice of the pilot Alastair Santiago.

"Station 332, this is the Shuttle Zephyr declaring emergency..."