The Reports of My Death

Posted on Mon Oct 26th, 2020 @ 8:33am by

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: USS Borodino
Timeline: Right after King's Lament
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Commander Pyotr Zhukov and Captain Mira King were in Pyotr's office each smoking a cigar and drinking shots of Vodka. They were celebrating the new members of the family plus mourning the death of Lt. Vladimir Schwartz.

"Should you be on duty?" Mira asks taking another shot.

"Doctor's orders I should take it easy for the next few days," Pyotr says taking his shot. "He reminded me I had three weeks of vacation I need to use. So I am taking my vacation. It is not every day you save Reality. Mira, you remember that time at the Academy we crash that Halloween Party at that fraternity at the University of San Francisco?"

"Do I ever," she giggled. "You spiked their punch with vodka. Why did you follow that?"

"Because they stole Professor Barclay de Tolly's dachshund," Victor said laughing. "They denied it but we rescued the pup."

"Oh yes," Mira said saying tipsy. "Zookie, so when you go see that old lady and tell her you got her pregnant in another reality?"

"Hey Mira," he said as he takes another shot. "It was the one of me that got himself killed. Lucky bloke. She needs to come here. Plus she is not old. In 2365, she was about 22 years old. That will make her now 53 years old. You and I are both 39 as you know."

"She is coming with my parents and my son," Mira says smiling. "You need to be there."

“Has she ever married?” Pyotr asks.

“Never did,” Mira says, “So maybe you have a chance. My head is spinning.”

Pyotr offered her his hand as he walks over to the couch. He hears someone about to come in. “Okay, just act cool.” Pyotr looks at who it was. “Vladimir? I thought you were dead?”

Vladimir Schwartz answers, “No Commander. The one who died was from the other reality. I was still here in this ship. My other self must have realized that once the timeline would be corrected he would have cease to exist.”

Pyotr lets Mira lay on the couch. “Quantum Mechanics has never been one of your strongpoints. Your other self would have remained in the past as did I and the one from the other reality. That is we had ourselves cryogenically frozen.”

Mira says quoting Janeway, “Never quote me Quantum Mechanics. We just offer shots of vodka and smoke a cigar on your honor Vladimir. After all, you saved reality.”

“That you did,” Pyotr says as walks over to the bottle of vodka. “Let’s salute your return from the dead.”

Vladimir chuckled. “I never died but okay.” After he was handed a shot glass, he says to the both of them of them, “A toast to the report of my death being exaggerated.” After each had a shot, he asks, “If you two want me to leave, I will leave.”

“Oh no,” Pyotr says, “I would never take advantage of Mira. After all she is the mother of my grandson.”

“So I heard,” Vladimir says smiling.

Another person walks into the office. “Commander Zhukov. I am Ensign Jessica North of JAG. I hear you are familiar with the Badlands. There is a former Starfleet Officer named Bolt who is hiding there. He is responsible for killing all four fiancés of Tonya King. I could really use your help. I have cleared it with your Commanding Officer and seeing the circumstances effects your family, I hope you said yes.”

“You had me at you needed my help,” Pyotr says looking at the young Officer. “Mira tell the rest but not your sister I am going on a mission. I hate to see her get her hopes up. Try to keep Professor Lara Barclay de Tolly here as long as you can.”

“Always the gallant soul,” Mira says. “Be safe Zookie. You two closed the door after you leave. I am going to take a nap.”

After Mira fell asleep, Pyotr grabbed as many blades and weapons as possible. “Jessica, we might need these. Let’s go catch this Bolt.”