Rennassance Woman en Route

Posted on Sun Oct 8th, 2023 @ 6:25am by Lieutenant Inara Senn

Mission: Damn Dirty Apes
Location: Type 11 Shuttlecraft

A woman onboard a shuttlecraft prepared a canvas and some paints on a tray and she began to paint. starting with the rough outline of a face. A face she knew well. The face she met all those years ago. Something that gave her peace, and sometimes anger.

Her...

"She wanted to paint her in the most regal of outfits, befitting her love for her. The shuttlecraft's audio system played an assortment of classical music. ( https://youtu.be/hRObzUjKanU?si=n_mIml96tRnq9kxR ) This was her, she loved art and music. But it was science that was one of her lovers. But none more than the woman in the painting. She didn't want to forget her face.

She was something she could have, and something she could never keep. To say that she was a woman who lost everything was an understatement. She was also her greatest success, and her greatest failuire. 'Josephine.'

Then there was the reasons she ended up in this time. An attempt to set everything right, gone completely wrong. Everything was supposed to be right... Better... She didn't want to be Inara Senn. Yet this is what she was.

Pain, love, hate, Being broken and remade again and again. And her hand tightened on the paint brushes handle until a snap was heard, She broke it. The broken brush's handle had punctured her hand, and a bit of blood landed on the painting. She could correct this. But the anger came from two men, that were probably out there somewhere, whom she wanted to kill

She got a medkit out and began to mend her hand. "I am Inara Senn... That life is over."

She finished mending her hand when the Computer grabbed her attention, She walked into the cockpit and sat down. "Computer suspend music."

She looked out into the starfield. "Computer, where is the Washington?"

"Long range sensors have detected a Soverign Class Starship approximately four light years from this position." The Computer responded.

Inara thought for a moment and then changed course. Something must have happened for the Washington to miss the Rendezvous.

(End)