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Those Were The Days
“Yeah, come in.”
Commander Savannah Gates stepped into the office attached to Captain Michelle Alvarado’s quarters. She brushed aside a long lock of curly black hair and swept the room with a glance. The walls were decorated with various pictures of Los Angeles. Many, but not all, featured the captain’s beachside Playa del Rey neighborhood. She stopped at one, featuring a dramatic sunset taken from an overlook high on a hill.
“You really like that one,” Michelle said, looking up from the stack of PADDs arranged before her on the desk. “Maybe I should give you a copy.”
“I’d rather see this view in person,” Savannah replied, still looking at the photo.
“You and me both.” Michelle offered Savannah one of the chairs facing the desk. “Anyway, what’s going on?”
“Just checking on you,” Savannah said as she got settled. “And it’s a good thing I did. You look like shit.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You heard me.” Savannah just had to laugh. “A junior officer—I won’t say who—came to me with concerns about your well-being. And frankly, I have concerns of my own.”
“Who was it?” Michelle set her jaw, and her eyes locked focus on Savannah’s. “Bjornstad? Vulara? Dauphine?”
“Doesn’t matter. Point is, they’re right.”
Michelle exhaled sharply. “Look at all this,” she said, presenting the PADDs on the desk with her arms outstretched. “Incident reports, after-action reports, and I still need to make a captain’s log entry about Risa. Where do I even begin with that?”
Savannah groaned with evident frustration. “Maybe now’s a good time to remind you that you have a first officer. Her name is Savannah Gates, and she’d be happy to help.”
“Yeah, well.” Michelle sighed. “I was hoping—”
“Oh, for God’s sake.” Savannah threw her head back and sighed. “I get that you’re, uh, frustrated. But is throwing yourself into work really the best way to deal with it?”
“What, you have a better idea?”
“Yeah. Like, I don’t know, going back to Risa? I know you just dealt with a bunch of Nausicaan mercs there, but what are the odds of that happening twice?”
Michelle managed a laugh—but just one.
“Here’s what we’re gonna do.” Savannah straightened up in her chair. “I’m gonna head to the bridge, assume command, and order maximum warp back to Risa. Meanwhile, you’re gonna pack a few things, including that little gold dress of yours and a horga’hn. You know, just in case.”
“Just in case?”
“Don’t play dumb, Michelle. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
Michelle leaned forward. “Let me get this straight. You want me to—”
Savannah nodded matter-of-factly. “I want you to—I need you to—get it out of your system. Seriously, whatever it takes. Just… spare me the details, okay?”
“Oh, no,” Michelle said, cornering a smirk. “If anything happens, I’m telling you everything.”
“Fine, whatever. At least you’re getting in the mood. That’s progress.”
Both women languished in silence for a moment, smiling at each other, trying to keep themselves from laughing.
“This is nice,” Michelle said in a soft voice. “We haven’t chatted like this since the Academy.”
“Maybe we should do it more,” Savannah said, nodding in agreement.
Another stretch of silence followed, this one more awkward than the last. Michelle straightened the PADDs on the desk. Savannah shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
“Those were the days,” Michelle said with more than a little wistfulness.
“Those were the days,” Savannah repeated, nodding in agreement. “But enough reminiscing. We need to get you to Risa, and back to sanity.”
“As if life on the Valkyrie is ever sane.”
“Right.” Savannah guffawed as she rose from her chair. “Now get ready for some fun in the sun. That’s an order.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Michelle said with a mock salute.
Savannah shook her head as she exited Michelle’s quarters and stepped into the adjacent corridor. Once the doors shut behind her, she breathed a heavy sigh, then looked down at the platinum wedding band on her left ring finger. Really, she couldn’t be happier with her marriage. Tanya was one in a million—whip smart, a fellow at the Daystrom Institute, and drop-dead gorgeous to boot. But a part of her would always wonder what could’ve been.
“Those were the days,” Savannah said one last time.
(Hungry for more? Check out my award-winning Sagas of Sorrow entry! And if you want to learn more about the Valkyrie and her crew, check out the Ships of Stonewall 2022.)
Those Were The Days
“Yeah, come in.”
Commander Savannah Gates stepped into the office attached to Captain Michelle Alvarado’s quarters. She brushed aside a long lock of curly black hair and swept the room with a glance. The walls were decorated with various pictures of Los Angeles. Many, but not all, featured the captain’s beachside Playa del Rey neighborhood. She stopped at one, featuring a dramatic sunset taken from an overlook high on a hill.
“You really like that one,” Michelle said, looking up from the stack of PADDs arranged before her on the desk. “Maybe I should give you a copy.”
“I’d rather see this view in person,” Savannah replied, still looking at the photo.
“You and me both.” Michelle offered Savannah one of the chairs facing the desk. “Anyway, what’s going on?”
“Just checking on you,” Savannah said as she got settled. “And it’s a good thing I did. You look like shit.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You heard me.” Savannah just had to laugh. “A junior officer—I won’t say who—came to me with concerns about your well-being. And frankly, I have concerns of my own.”
“Who was it?” Michelle set her jaw, and her eyes locked focus on Savannah’s. “Bjornstad? Vulara? Dauphine?”
“Doesn’t matter. Point is, they’re right.”
Michelle exhaled sharply. “Look at all this,” she said, presenting the PADDs on the desk with her arms outstretched. “Incident reports, after-action reports, and I still need to make a captain’s log entry about Risa. Where do I even begin with that?”
Savannah groaned with evident frustration. “Maybe now’s a good time to remind you that you have a first officer. Her name is Savannah Gates, and she’d be happy to help.”
“Yeah, well.” Michelle sighed. “I was hoping—”
“Oh, for God’s sake.” Savannah threw her head back and sighed. “I get that you’re, uh, frustrated. But is throwing yourself into work really the best way to deal with it?”
“What, you have a better idea?”
“Yeah. Like, I don’t know, going back to Risa? I know you just dealt with a bunch of Nausicaan mercs there, but what are the odds of that happening twice?”
Michelle managed a laugh—but just one.
“Here’s what we’re gonna do.” Savannah straightened up in her chair. “I’m gonna head to the bridge, assume command, and order maximum warp back to Risa. Meanwhile, you’re gonna pack a few things, including that little gold dress of yours and a horga’hn. You know, just in case.”
“Just in case?”
“Don’t play dumb, Michelle. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
Michelle leaned forward. “Let me get this straight. You want me to—”
Savannah nodded matter-of-factly. “I want you to—I need you to—get it out of your system. Seriously, whatever it takes. Just… spare me the details, okay?”
“Oh, no,” Michelle said, cornering a smirk. “If anything happens, I’m telling you everything.”
“Fine, whatever. At least you’re getting in the mood. That’s progress.”
Both women languished in silence for a moment, smiling at each other, trying to keep themselves from laughing.
“This is nice,” Michelle said in a soft voice. “We haven’t chatted like this since the Academy.”
“Maybe we should do it more,” Savannah said, nodding in agreement.
Another stretch of silence followed, this one more awkward than the last. Michelle straightened the PADDs on the desk. Savannah shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
“Those were the days,” Michelle said with more than a little wistfulness.
“Those were the days,” Savannah repeated, nodding in agreement. “But enough reminiscing. We need to get you to Risa, and back to sanity.”
“As if life on the Valkyrie is ever sane.”
“Right.” Savannah guffawed as she rose from her chair. “Now get ready for some fun in the sun. That’s an order.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Michelle said with a mock salute.
Savannah shook her head as she exited Michelle’s quarters and stepped into the adjacent corridor. Once the doors shut behind her, she breathed a heavy sigh, then looked down at the platinum wedding band on her left ring finger. Really, she couldn’t be happier with her marriage. Tanya was one in a million—whip smart, a fellow at the Daystrom Institute, and drop-dead gorgeous to boot. But a part of her would always wonder what could’ve been.
“Those were the days,” Savannah said one last time.
(Hungry for more? Check out my award-winning Sagas of Sorrow entry! And if you want to learn more about the Valkyrie and her crew, check out the Ships of Stonewall 2022.)