A9 Personal Log, SD 50307.08

[Atragon9 0]

::Seated in the Pegasus, A9 is just finishing his initial flight configurations that he didn't have time for before the drop launch::

 

(m) Destination coming from the data crystal I downloaded, cloak engaged, presets to give any possible interim targets a wide berth, systems at minimum power utilization...  Okay, now I just wait until I get there.

 

::looking at the puzzle piece still clutched in his hand, his breath catches::

 

Computer, open personal log, Admiral Atragon-9, USS Manticore, NCC-5852, password *********, encryption key ### ## ####

 

[whirr, click]

 

A puzzle, just like a puzzle, damnit!  Now that it's all in place, why is it so obvious in 20/20 hindsight!?  Margaux is Megan, or maybe it's that Margaux WAS Megan??  GAAAAAA!!!

 

::Slams his fist into the armrest of his chair, then takes a few ragged breaths::

 

Why the hell didn't she...?  All the comments about Melville, the way she would know about my past, the way she knew how to get under my skin with just the slightest comment only like a lover could...  How could I have missed that!?  I guess her death would throw me off the trail, eh?  Not that it seems to have stopped Melville, after all.

 

Still, she has been on this crew for years now.  How cold had she become that she didn't tell me before now?  All these questions and I'm headed off to get myself killed by our one remaining common bond.  The touch of her hand back there - was it the same?  Is it really her??  ::sigh::  Yes, I know, in my heart, that it IS.

 

Now I'm married to Jami.  That part of my life is past, it's over, it's done, it's... it's an old wound that has just been ripped open.  ::tears stream down his cheeks::

 

(q) damn.

 

I have to focus on why I'm here, I have to get a GRIP!  I need to get a message to the ship without endangering either vessel.  Something just buried in the carrier signals, something low power.  ::chuckle:: I wonder if anyone but me knows old Morse code.  I know that I used to goof around with it with Jami and... (q) Megan, too.

 

UNNNNNNHHHHHH!!!  ::he throws the puzzle piece across the Pegasus, not watching where it falls::

 

No, NO!!!  Morse, let me focus on Morse.

 

Computer, EOM, EOT

 

[whirr, click]

 

::flipping on the low-band comm system, he starts to interrupt the outgoing flow toward Manticore::

 

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