Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2015 11:05:12 GMT -8
This was the worst part of his job, hands down. He could have given it to Jonathan, but this was a Chief and Kealan felt a certain obligation to the crew. As he entered into Sickbay, he was momentarily stunned at the chaos. No report could ever convey the sights, sounds, and smells associated with this level of trauma. His people were crying, moaning, dying, and fighting. Nearby, were the dead and Kealan walked close, noting the faces even if he couldn't put a name to them. The collars were a variety of colors, no one standing out in a greater number. Same with the pips. "A royal fellowship of death," he muttered to himself, quoting Shakespeare's Henry V. Closing his eyes, he composed himself before continuing with his task.
Placing himself centrally located to the crew, he took in a breath. "Those of you who can, please gather around, I have unpleasant news." He waited, but knew some of them couldn't stop, life was too precious for gossip. "While this may not be the time nor the place to tell you, you deserve to hear it from me, rather than the grapevine..." Swallowing, he looked at the fearful faces. "I regret to inform you that Commander Ericson was killed in the line of duty. His assassin is in custody and I intend to do everything in my power to see that he is held accountable for his actions." He gave them time to process the information. "This is heavy news, but I need all of you on your game. Each of the crew, no matter Ensign or Commander, is precious and deserves your full attention." His eyes swept over the crowd, meeting the eyes of each and every one of them before giving one final word. "Dismissed."
Turning, he walked away, into the CMO's office. There were mementos here and there, artifacts of the past, of a life that had been cut short way too soon. Though some would find it rude, Kealan sat down in the dead man's chair, his hands clutching the arms, the weight of the day suddenly crashing down with full force upon his soul. "Why," he asked the vacuum of space.
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Placing himself centrally located to the crew, he took in a breath. "Those of you who can, please gather around, I have unpleasant news." He waited, but knew some of them couldn't stop, life was too precious for gossip. "While this may not be the time nor the place to tell you, you deserve to hear it from me, rather than the grapevine..." Swallowing, he looked at the fearful faces. "I regret to inform you that Commander Ericson was killed in the line of duty. His assassin is in custody and I intend to do everything in my power to see that he is held accountable for his actions." He gave them time to process the information. "This is heavy news, but I need all of you on your game. Each of the crew, no matter Ensign or Commander, is precious and deserves your full attention." His eyes swept over the crowd, meeting the eyes of each and every one of them before giving one final word. "Dismissed."
Turning, he walked away, into the CMO's office. There were mementos here and there, artifacts of the past, of a life that had been cut short way too soon. Though some would find it rude, Kealan sat down in the dead man's chair, his hands clutching the arms, the weight of the day suddenly crashing down with full force upon his soul. "Why," he asked the vacuum of space.
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