Stripes

Posted on Wed Oct 28th, 2009 @ 8:44pm by Charlotte Ashcroft

330 words; about a 2 minute read

Like Sky and Walter Lottie did a little research into the manifest of the the starbase before she set her small feet upon it. Despite their powers and rules the Federation were not the most pleasant of persons to cross with. She had learned that the hard way earning a spell in a lavish brig when she was eleven for theft and generally being rude and obnoxious. Her parents had been heavy involved in the Marque occasionally using their daughter as a pawn to get what they needed hence why Lottie had her stint.
But near the start of the Dominion War the remaining number of the Marque were crushed and killed if not sentenced to death or to serve the remaining years in slavery, Lottie's parents were obliterated with the resistance.
Naturally the Federation took pride announcing the Marque resistance groups had been wiped out and even though Lottie was young she sought revenge in which ever way she could find it. Perhaps the station would present her with an opportunity, she flicked through the manifest pausing here and there at the Commodore and the security Chief both looked formidable foes.

Putting aside the Padd Lottie sighed deeply reaching over to grasp the faded photography of her deceased parents and rubbed the glass with a slim thumb affectionately. She wanted to make them feel proud and in try she wished to remember them the way they were not in the same light the Federation pictured them. She knew they weren't perfect but they certainly were not murders, thieves or traitors they were labeled with along with the rest of the Marque.
A tiger can't change their stripes. But Lottie could camouflage hers pretty well.

The voice of Captain Jones cut through her thoughts jerking her out the stupor summoning them all to the bridge. Shelving both the photograph and the crew of 611 Lottie eased herself to her weary feet and out of small but homely quarters to the bridge.

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