Getting chilly.

Posted on 28 Feb 2023 @ 10:55pm by Ensign Amelia "Mia" Estasi
Edited on on 28 Feb 2023 @ 10:56pm

Mission: M3 - Into the Deep
Location: Holodeck 7
730 words - 1.5 OF Standard Post Measure

The last thing that Dr Wagner had said to her was 'when you're done why don't you go chill out for a while'. Mia had barely been able to stop herself from laughing at her chief, when that had happened. Hannah of course had no idea what that meant to her, and would probably have been amused to know it.

What a perfect choice of words

'Go chill out for a while ' was her parents way of telling her to go play in the snow when she was a child. She and her brothers would go and have wars in the snow with forts built with cold little hands. She knew that her chief meant that she should go wind down and relax for a while. Yes mother was the automatic response that she'd had to bite back.

Gods above and below, I almost called her Mom! Mom! Can you imagine, saying yes mom to the ACMO? I'd never have recovered from the embarassment.

There were no reasons at all that the two things could not go hand in hand, Mia relaxing and also reminiscing about her childhood.

Home, was an ice giant. It circled around a blue dwarf star, in a tiny inhabitable region consisting of the massive 5th planet and its moons. She'd grown up on that icy planet that was colonized by the northern poles, because the equatorial region was too volatile to be reliably inhabited. Volcanos spewed lava, that immediately turned into slicks of black glass from the ice they belched forth into. There were a couple of land stations, firmly enclosed in their biospheres but the main colonial area had snow in massive quantities, 75 percent of the time. They made the most of it, and a substantial amount of money was made by the local ski resorts and a series of placid lakes that froze completely for skating and other sports. Mia was surprisingly graceful on a pair of skates.

Let's go chill out as it were" She muttered, tucking a peppermint into her mouth and a small bundle into her pocket. The walk to the holodeck was a short one, and she was not as consumed by the spiral of thoughts that had haunted her earlier. It was almost as if riding them down so that she could purge them from her own mind made it easier for her to function. Lists helped, though she didn't understand why she did use the techniques that she had gathered to help her function better. There was a reason why she was so good at what she did.

Air whistled between her teeth as she punched in the buttons on the holodeck in order to load up the program that she had created. It was, a snapshot of her childhood. Before she decided to go to Starfleet. When the simple dreams in fantasies of a little girl we're really all that she needed.

The room she entered was warm, made cozy by a small fire in a fireplace made of red brick. The bricks were accented by white stones that seem to collect the heat and radiate them. It smelled right, the scent of the burning Pat in the fireplace smelled like she remembered it should. She sat on the tiny stool that was designed for taking off and putting on a boots and slipped her small feet into a pair of furlined boots. A long jacket followed that had a hood with the same fur, and then a thin pair of gloves that went into a another pair of gloves lined with the same fur. She rubbed her cheek on the soft material. If it were the real thing, it would have the faint scent of the treatments that her family had placed upon the fur. It didn't, but she could overlook that she thought in order to go chill out.

Stepping out into the cold the air bit and prickled at her nose and cheeks. However the crisp cleanness of the air in that cold with something she'd found universally in the polar regions of many planets. The air just seemed cleaner. Her feet crunched with each step, and sunshine cast glittering motes over everything spread out before her. Blue, everything was blue, in every shade one could possibly imagine...an endless plane of living blue.

"Home sweet snowbank."