Into The Night

Posted on 241004.29 @ 14:41 by Major Flynn Taggart & Lieutenant JG Isabeau de Borbon

Mission: First Force/Task Force Command - Inspection Tour
Location: Observation lounge
Timeline: 241004.22

Fly sat down in the empty appearing observation lounge, shrugging he took the alto sax out of his case and began warming it up. Soon after he began playing, the tune he chose was soft and mournful, something he had been half writing for a while now and had decided to work on again only when the urge struck him. Inspiration was a fleeting thing and he had learned that you need to use it while it was there.

The lounge had been a place of refuge to reflect on days past and days to come observed and enjoyed by the secondary tactical officer. The silence was now gone and while she was unable to concentrate on her most intimate thoughts leading up to that particular moment in that particular day, the soft, mellow, and soulful lilt of a sax was equally as welcomed. Looking up over the couch she'd taken up residence on, Izzy watched a bronze man play the blues.

Flynn was oblivious as he continued to play, the music was flowing. Finally figured out the few movements that had seemed stale to him. As he played he closed his eyes and just let the music flow, he wasn't trying to really accomplish anything he was just enjoying the music and the spirit that came with it. The song wasn't important, he always thought, the feelings that it invoked were.

Making herself more comfortable Isabeau's shoulders drooped in the tell tale signs of relaxation regardless of the odd position she'd propped herself up into in order to listen to the bronze man play his sad sad song. And when at last he came to draw a breath and pause for the while, as if in thought, her palms came together to applaud him. "Sorry for eaves dropping, but you have a lot of talent."

Flynn looked quickly to the voice and shrugged. "I try thank you, but milady what brings thou to our fair corner of the ship?" He spoke with a British Shakespearean accent, he was playing for the hell of it now, tired he needed to unwind.

Chuckling she shook her head and mirrored the man's shrug. "Silence and a place to think before I lay my head to sleep perchance to dream." She replied much in kind, amused and not quite understanding the reason behind his strange choice of communication.

"I Try not to think myself, right now it leads down to many dark paths." They had a new enemy, one that had killed without a thought, or effort. That thing in one blast had brought down the enterprise's shields. It had headed for that star, and nothing they did even registered on it any more then a wren's dive bombing would stop a grizzly bear from advancing.

Picking herself up from the couch that she'd taken up residence on, Isabeau made her way closer to the unknown musician. "Sometimes we need to walk down those dark paths." She replied and pulled up a seat a short ways off. "Sometimes it's the only way back into the light."

"The problem is we are in a 'you shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free' situation, and we know jack and squat right now." Flynn shrugged and started to tighten the reed on the sax. " We have so many more questions then answers, and I don't think that thing is going to stay put for long." The probes were still collecting data and he had nothing to give Archer. Looking up he smiled and extended his hand. "Call me Fly."

"That's our job to figure out. Between you and Andros and the science teams I'm sure we'll come up with some sort of answer sooner rather then later." Izzy answered back slow and long as if she had to sincerely think about her reply as she mulled the situation over and over and over again in her head. The next step was meeting the Commander's smile and her hand was suddenly on auto-pilot and soon engulfed by the one he'd offered her. "Isabeau." She replied.

Flynn took her hand and kissed it lightly then released it. "A pleasure Isabeau, well I am sorry to disturb your solitude, if you want I can clear out and give you the place." There were several points of this ship where it was quiet and empty, he could move.

Had she been in any other sort of mood, Isabeau would have slapped the man for dare laying his lips on her. But she was gentled -- half in part by the knowledge of their impending doom and half in part by the soulful tune he'd played just moments earlier. "No, you're welcome to stay and welcome to play."

Fly fiddled with the sax for a few minutes before looking up at her. "So where did you study Isabeau?" The question was most likely not going where she thought it would be, but that didn't occur to him on the asking.

"The Academy like the rest of us." Izzy lifted an eyebrow but a fraction at the question as she watched him work on his instrument, curious as much as she was oblivious to what each motion meant or did.

"Not that kind of studying. Your poise your... dictation, the way you carry yourself. It screams aristocracy, so I figured you went to some form of finishing school. " He had contact with the royalty of his own people, so he had long ago learned to recognize the signs of it in others.

The smile faded from her eyes first and her lips second as his reasoning came to light up the bizarre question. "Spain." She replied. "My grandmother."

Flynn looked at the woman sympathetically and shrugged. "Sorry didn't know it was a sore spot, won't mention it again." Flynn sighed he had just stuck his foot in his mouth up to the kneecap.

With a shake of her head, Izzy held out her hand to touch his elbow. "It's a sore spot but it's not sealed under layers and layers of red tape." She said and let her touch slip away. "It's just that she was a bit of a tyrant and I wasn't exactly favored by her... A black mark on the family record if you will."

"Now thats something I can understand." Fly's response was a tad bitter as he spoke. With a shrug he brought the instrament to his mouth and played an old earthtune called Greensleeves. It was modified to take advantage of the Sax's sound, but not by much. With his audiance he played well into the night.