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Runaway

Posted on Sat Nov 21st, 2015 @ 2:36am by Lieutenant Thomas Stills & Stella Moon

Mission: Trouble on the frontier
Location: Promenade DS12

OOC: This any good do you think Alastair? Haven't figured out the secret yet.

OOC: Let's see how it develops.

Stella Rainbow Moon was on the run.

She didn't expect to be here but one thing was certain, she could never return home again. When the opportunity came to work on Deep Space 12 as a simple shop owner she jumped at the chance. No one would know her here and that would be for the best.

Of course, Stella Rainbow Moon wasn't her real name, she wouldn't be able to use that anymore. She had thought long and hard about what name to choose for her new business and Stella Rainbow Moon seemed to fit it quite well. No one would know her here as Belinda Kerr.

She tried to push the sad memories of her wedding day behind her along with the dark secret that had been told to her just after she had signed her marriage certificate. She couldn't live with the man that had.... or the family that had divulged the secret to her. She ran from the ceremony still in her wedding clothes and took the old classic VW, they had rented for a few days and headed for Wales.

Nearly five hours later she was crossing the Menai Strait on the old suspension bridge to Ynys Mon (Anglesey) and then made her way to Bae Blaidd Coch (Red Wolf Bay). No one but Stella knew of this place and the ancient stone cottage that sat on the cliff overlooking the bay. An old friend lived here.

An old friend who opened the door and welcomed her in.

“Long time, no see, Bee’,” Hendrikus said. They went back a long way, to the days when he had owned a café in Amsterdam and she had been an ordinary waitress but also had a flare for baking which he let her do now and then. Her chocolate and fig brownies where to die for. “Cuppa? The kettle’s not long boiled. Or would you like something stronger? You look like you could do with it. That and a good long sleep. What trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?”

As he spoke he busied himself fussing around with cups and saucers, giving them a polish before placing them on a small table.

"I was married this morning and now I'm not." The words caught in her throat and she wanted to sob. She sipped the tea that Hendrikus had passed to her and wasn't surprised to find it laced with a good slug of whiskey. It was his specialty 'sweet tea' and as she took another sip it warmed her from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. She sniffed, careful not to drink it all too quickly; she hadn't eaten since that morning and that had only been half a slice of toast.

Hendrikus waited, allowing her the space to tell her tale at her own pace.

"I loved him and I thought he loved me," she explained. "But he lied to me and so did his family.... We'd just signed the register when they told me this terrible thing."

He got up, fetched the whiskey bottle and a glass and placed them in front of Stella. “What thing?” he asked quietly.

She looked at him, she was warned soon after the wedding ceremony that if she ever told anyone then her life would be in danger. They would find her: there was no place she would be able to hide. She poured herself a glass of whiskey, neat, just as it comes for maximum effect.

"It's to dangerous," she told him. "I could put you in danger. I need your help, I just don't know what to do."

Hendrikus was none to pleased at the answer but knew Bee well enough not to push. “You can stay here,” he said. “I have food enough in store that I don’t need to buy in unusual amounts and so draw attention to someone else being in residence. Stay as long as you need. If you choose to confide in me, I always have a ready ear.”

Bee bit her bottom lip as was her habit when something was troubling her. She thought about staying, nothing would be nicer than to stop here and try to forget what had happened. But the longer she stayed the more she was afraid that they would find her or that something would happen to her old friend.

"I can't stay for long, if they find me.... You told me sometime ago that you bought someones business, to help them out that is, what was it?"

“Deep Space 12 has moved location. It’s now at the ‘southern’ end of the Cardassian frontier, some forty light years from Bajor. Understandably, some shop owners declined to make the move, despite first choice of space on the Promenade on the new station going to existing owners. I picked up the space and the contents of a shop cheaply.”

Bee thought about it. It wouldn't be to bad being a shop keeper. She would be able to blend in with everyone, change her appearance. She might get a way with it. To Bee it was like a life line and, at the moment, it was the only thing she had to cling on to.

Hendrikus’ face turned serious and his voice dropped. “The only snag. Bee, is it’s a load of crap,” he confided. “It’s all crystals and incense and all that old-fashioned, spiritualist, mumbo-jumbo stuff. I bought it sight unseen and now I can’t get anyone to take it off my hands.”

Bee knew nothing about that kind of stuff but how hard could it be? She would just have to read up about it, that's all. If she didn't know then she would make it up. No one would know the difference anyway. She could see herself doing that sitting in an old chair while she read someone,s palm. Or reading the cards to tell their fortune.

"Sounds just like my kind of crap," she answered lightly "So can we do a deal?"

“Tell you what, I’ll let you manage the store. If you make a go of it, I’ll consider letting you buy me out. But I don’t know what conditions will be like out there. DS12 is on the Cardassian frontier and I hear tell of piratical activity. It might be a case of ‘out of the frying pan; into the fire.’ ”

"I'm willing to take the risk," she answered a little too quickly. Bee knew she should have thought about it more and given herself a little bit more time before finally answering. But she was a woman on the edge and the situation called for an instant decision. "I can't see that I have much choice."

Hendrikus considered something for a moment. “Might I also suggest you change your name. I can have some papers drawn up for you which will pass muster. If things are as bad as I suspect, you might need the extra security....”

Names whirled around her head like a sandstorm in the desert. A 'New Age' shop needed an unusual proprietor's name. She swallowed the last dregs of the whiskey from her glass and looked out of the window. It was a black night out there and the stars shone brightly. "Stella...." for the stars, she thought. "Moon...." moon for the moon's reflection on Red Wolf Bay.

"Stella Rainbow Moon," she told him. Now where had Rainbow come from? It had to have come from the ether, she convinced herself. "Yes, Stella Rainbow Moon."












 

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