Madame Mira Ivanovna Volkova had a huge responsibility for the time being; the rear admiral had left her in charge of the Opal Imperium, a Cruiser-class ship and one of the largest ships known in its class. Designed to be an exploration ship, it uses the same schematics that the HCR-146 Emissary once did in the early 2100’s. It harbours a similar design yet future technology, a large exploration ship to explore the Andromeda Galaxy in the North-West Sector. Its maiden voyage only begun less than five years ago, and Mira was assigned as the Commander on board. She knew the crew relatively well; despite the doubled capacity of humans that could be taken on board due to shifts, the Commander had gotten the time to scout the crew manifest.
There were many names to search through, profiles. Some with a lot of black ink, but Mira had the clearance to even read those. Mira was a respected agent in the Sol Intelligence Service, the secret service of the Sol Defence Corps. Divided into different sectors, some are there for researching artefacts whilst others to work on big ships, enforcing rules. Those that enforce the rules are known as Military Police, but generally speaking most SIS officials are known to be NAVSOCs. They feedback information to the SIS about vessels such as the Opal Imperium, but Mira was a lot more than just that. She had served her entire life under the Sol Exceptions Program, a new way of life for prisoners that expect execution. She was one of them, and should be dead for all she knew.
“Mira, snap out of it.” The voice broke her deep thoughts, a voice that she realised belonged to Eilleen. She turned her head out of instinct to the sound, being greeted with a look of concern. “You weren’t responding.”
Mira sighed, putting her head in her hands. It had been a long shift. Eilleen pondered for a moment, before she spoke when Mira didn’t. “Is everything alright?”
“I’m fine.” Her words were whispers, slipping away like the wind. The woman, who had her hair in a bun rested her head in her mechanical hand.
Eilleen began reading the paperwork Mira had set in front of herself. “I’m going to be honest and say, I don’t believe you.”
Mira sighed once again, this time out of frustration. “You know how to read minds like you sneak into people’s hearts, moya lyubov.”
Eilleen let out a chuckle, resting a hand on Mira’s tense shoulder. She pulled a nearby office chair closer, sitting down besides Mira with her free hand.
Mira relaxed into this touch, tapping the pen she had against her own forehead. Eilleen had already worked out the gist of what the document was about, so tried to turn Mira towards her.
This was however unsuccessful, so she used her other hand to draw circles as she whispered comforting words into Mira’s ear. “If you feel like talking, just do so. I wouldn’t mind you ranting if it would help.”
Mira’s weary eyes drew closed, a shaky breath escaping her lips. “It’s just… I hurt so many people. I killed many, crippled more and injured thousands.”
Eilleen gave a sympathetic tut. “That was a long time ago Mira, and I know it hurts still… but you need to let it go, for yourself at least. I can see how much pain this causes you.”
Mira hated talking about her past, but she had shared most of it with Eilleen. The pain she caused, the pain she had dealt with. It almost wasn’t surprising she had PTSD from all the experiences. “I can’t, you can’t just let the fact your parents nearly drowned you as a kid go… I really wish it was that simple, though.”
Eilleen began to hum a simple tune into Mira’s ear. As soon as Mira recognised it, she began singing it. “Some people long for life that is simple and bland~ tied with a ribbon~”
“Some people won’t sail the sea ‘cause they’re safer on land~ to follow what’s written~”
“But I, follow you to the great unknown~”
“Off to a world we call our own~”
They both stopped there, Mira nestling her head into Eilleen’s shoulder. If she wasn’t careful she knew she’d fall asleep, the exhaustion getting the better of her. Eilleen just let this happen, watching the rise and fall of Mira’s chest.
“I still love you, regardless of who you were. What matters is who you are now.” The softest smile crept over Mira’s facial features, the slightest tug upwards of her lips. Maybe with Eilleen by her side, she’d be just fine.
Mira drifted away, asleep and for once, peaceful.
Eilleen couldn’t help but smile at the sleeping form of her lover cradled up in her arms. She wrapped her arms around Mira, carefully stood up and carried her over to the bed. “Sleep well, my Commando.”
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Mira woke up, snuggled against Eilleen and in their bed. Vague memories of last night returned to her, as she remembered the words that had been exchanged. A smile broke through, and Mira found herself melting emotionally at the cuteness of it all. Even Mira admitted it was cute, let alone really helpful and kind. Volkova sat up, careful not to wake Eilleen as the strong woman looked around the room.
The chairs were still in the same place as last night, her hat on the bedside table. She let out a long yawn as she stretched and became aware of her surroundings, and what to clear up.
There was sudden mumbling besides her. “Good morning, darling.”
Mira nodded as usual. “Good morning, moya lyubov.” Mira ran a hand through Eilleen’s hair, a mess due to having slept. The older woman noticed her bun had been undone, seeing the clip on the side from it. Though she refused to admit it in public, Eilleen did her bun hairstyle for her; she couldn’t actually do it by herself.
Eilleen slowly drew herself up to a sitting position, wrapping an arm around Mira’s back and pulling her close. “You know, I’ve wanted to ask you this for some time… but what does meya- no moya lyubev mean?” Mira chuckled at her girlfriend’s incapacity to say the word.
“It can mean many things, but generally speaking; ‘moya’ means mine or my, and ‘lyubov’ means love, amour, fondness, affection or heart. I usually mean it as ‘my love’, but it’s just a Russian saying.” Mira knew this from Lilith, and it just stuck in her brain ever since.
“Just a Russian saying? I find it pretty adorable when you call me it.” Mira blushed ever so slightly, and found herself stumbling over her own words.
“T-thanks? I guess.” She turned her head away to hide her blush, considering mentally she didn’t want Eilleen to see her being weak.
Eilleen giggled and pet her fluff. “You should wear your hair down more, I like it.” She then fussed with the connecting collection of scars on Mira’s left cheek.
“What would they think of it?” Mira raised a brow, hoping to solidify her stand as why she shouldn’t wear her hair down.
“They would think it suits you. And, you look pretty kissable with it.” Eilleen looked at Mira with a look of total envy, Mira just relaxing back into the backrest of the bed.
“I’m not supposed to look kissable-“ Before Mira could even finish her sentence in the debate, she was silenced with a kiss.
“Hush, darling. Your hair looks fine, just try and keep everyone else off you.” Eilleen snickered as Mira just glared. “Eilleen! You know I am totally loyal to you.”
Mira huffed now as Eilleen burst out laughing. “I am well aware, I was just kidding.” Said woman fell over in her fit of laughter, and Mira caught her.
“That almost makes it worse, moya lyubov. Anyways, I must go soon. I’d rather be early to the shift briefing than late.” Mira patted the woman on the head as she sat upright. Mira dusted herself off and stood up, sighing dramatically.
“Ugh, so much work! How long must it take before I die?!” Eilleen chuckled at the dramatic side of her lover. Sometimes she thought Mira would’ve been better off being an actress.
Mira gave her a warm smile as she began walking out the room.
“I love her so damn much.”326Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSqS9QILyTC
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