Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2013 19:16:11 GMT -8
but I'm just rambling. An engineer could tell you more about dimensionally impossible doors."
Under most circumstances, Nila did her best to avoid "chatty" people. In her experience, most of them were only interested in the sound of their own voices, with little to no intention of actually making a valid contribution to conversation. Sometimes they provided some basal level of entertainment, when moronic things came out of their mouths, which was usually the case, but mostly, she wanted nothing to do with them.
One of the things she'd enjoyed about being a surgeon was having her patients anesthetized most of the time. Was that so wrong? If it was, she'd certainly never lost a moment's sleep wondering if her personal code of ethics was up to par. And yet for some reason, this Ensign didn't seem to bother her. He seemed truly genuine, a trait that must have fallen out of fashion during her lifetime, maybe longer.
"Don't worry, we're all jerks when we're hungry... But don't think that just because they have more pips than you that it makes you less important. It's okay to be selfish. It doesn't make you a bad officer, or a bad person. It is your life," she said quietly. Nila worked long tireless hours for her patients and she made plenty of sacrifices on their behalf, but if it came to her health or theirs, she would have chosen herself every time. And she was okay with that.
Someone might have made the logical argument: that by taking care of herself she could go on to save countless others. It was classical "needs of the many", but to her it sounded more like someone trying to make a noble excuse out of self-preservation.
Sorry, I didn't catch your name earlier--- I'm Oliver by the way."
"Nila," she said, grasping Ensign Adler's outstretched hand firmly. "Nila Roshan."
Right now their engineer was fairly preoccupied with said "impossible doors", as was the Chief Medical Officer. The Trill certainly seemed excitable. It wasn't necessarily a quality that she would choose in a leader, although she supposed the man did have a certain charismatic air about him that was intriguing, and even the most calm, rational leader wasn't worth much if no one cared to follow them.
"Actually," she said, cracking a small grin at the absurdity of her current situation. "This was my first shift. I was about to revive you when all of this happened," she explained, making a circular gesture at nowhere in particular.
She watched the two commanders playing with the door from a distance, showing no desire to move any closer than she already was. They could risk their lives as much as they wanted, and she would endeavor to stay safe for as long as she could manage.
Tag Oliver/Any
Under most circumstances, Nila did her best to avoid "chatty" people. In her experience, most of them were only interested in the sound of their own voices, with little to no intention of actually making a valid contribution to conversation. Sometimes they provided some basal level of entertainment, when moronic things came out of their mouths, which was usually the case, but mostly, she wanted nothing to do with them.
One of the things she'd enjoyed about being a surgeon was having her patients anesthetized most of the time. Was that so wrong? If it was, she'd certainly never lost a moment's sleep wondering if her personal code of ethics was up to par. And yet for some reason, this Ensign didn't seem to bother her. He seemed truly genuine, a trait that must have fallen out of fashion during her lifetime, maybe longer.
"Don't worry, we're all jerks when we're hungry... But don't think that just because they have more pips than you that it makes you less important. It's okay to be selfish. It doesn't make you a bad officer, or a bad person. It is your life," she said quietly. Nila worked long tireless hours for her patients and she made plenty of sacrifices on their behalf, but if it came to her health or theirs, she would have chosen herself every time. And she was okay with that.
Someone might have made the logical argument: that by taking care of herself she could go on to save countless others. It was classical "needs of the many", but to her it sounded more like someone trying to make a noble excuse out of self-preservation.
Sorry, I didn't catch your name earlier--- I'm Oliver by the way."
"Nila," she said, grasping Ensign Adler's outstretched hand firmly. "Nila Roshan."
Right now their engineer was fairly preoccupied with said "impossible doors", as was the Chief Medical Officer. The Trill certainly seemed excitable. It wasn't necessarily a quality that she would choose in a leader, although she supposed the man did have a certain charismatic air about him that was intriguing, and even the most calm, rational leader wasn't worth much if no one cared to follow them.
"Actually," she said, cracking a small grin at the absurdity of her current situation. "This was my first shift. I was about to revive you when all of this happened," she explained, making a circular gesture at nowhere in particular.
She watched the two commanders playing with the door from a distance, showing no desire to move any closer than she already was. They could risk their lives as much as they wanted, and she would endeavor to stay safe for as long as she could manage.
Tag Oliver/Any