Through Time, Darkly

[Pryce]

[color=#FFFF00]Main Hangar bay


Denise blinked, puzzled by the remark. He seemed to have lost much of the queasy, uncomfortable look he had shown only minutes before. What does that mean? She filed the thought away for future consideration. She shivered in the cold air.

She nodded. "Okay, let's get to work, shall we? Now where did I....Ah!" She spotted her helmet lying on the deck and walked over to retreive it, returning to Doyle. She looked towards Angela Wight, who was standing near the starboard wing of the fighter. "Angela, aren't you cooking in there? I think it's about time for lab gear."


Angela Wight walked up beside Ellis and Doyle. The helmet turned between the two of them, and Angela spoke; "You really need to see what I' m seeing. It's unbelievable. We shouldn't shut the helmets down."


Denise answered, frowning; "I'm afraid I was a bit hasty in stopping the feed on mine." She looked to Doyle and continued; "Except for one interesting moment, I didn't get much data. I'm afraid we'll need to restart the particle scans. We'll bring in what we can use here, and I'll talk to Doctor Morris about what else we're going to need."

Angela spoke; "So you saw something with your scan too?"


Denise caught movement in the corner of her eye, and looked over to the main hatch. Nickatelli had left, as had Thomas Keller. Captain Wells was talking with Crewman Crowley.

She looked at Doyle; "I'm going to talk to the Captain, and then I'm going to go get out of this suit." She leaned in closer to Doyle; "I'll be back very soon." She turned to Angela; "Angie, watch out for our guest 'til I get back. And helmet off, okay? We're going to upload the data into the computer."

She smiled at Doyle and made her way to the main hatch, stopping to talk to Wells.


A quiet minute of silence, and Angela Wight removed the helmet. A young girl, perhaps about twenty two years of age, a very feminine, somewhat pale face, partly obscured by wisps of light brown hair. The rush of cold air made her breathe in sharply, and she coughed softly. "Oh my." she said, adjusting to the cold air outside the suit. Her hair was matted, wet with sweat, and the air smelled of it, and also a faint hint of strawberries.She wavered slightly on her feet, as she brushed the hair from her face. Her breath came out as a thin white mist. She glanced nervously at Doyle and then towards the hatch.


Denise was pointing towards them while Wells stood , apparently listening to Ellis. After a moment, he nodded, and after a quick glance towards the fighter, Denise walked through the hatch, leaving the hangar.


Wells seemed to eye the two of them for a moment, then turned to Crowley and said something. Crowley hesitated for an instant, then set his rifle against the bulkhead, next to the hatch. The two of them began walking towards them.


Angela spoke quietly;

"I guess it might be harder now, but Captain Wells is a fair man and I promise you can trust him. " She coughed again.


Captain Nathan Wells reached Doyle. He was about forty, a tall, thin build, brown hair. He dressed as if a pilot of a smaller ship, blue trousers, boots, a worn brown jacket made of some type of leather. The face was relaxed and friendly. "Howdy Lieutenant.Got a little tense there huh? I bet as a military pilot, you've had all sorts of unpleasant welcomes' in your time. I regret ours has made that list. I hope we can make it up to you."

He extended his hand.

Angela opened her mouth as to speak, then remained silent.

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