Post by Lt. Commander Alyssa Jenison on Oct 8, 2015 12:50:25 GMT -8
“What?!” Alyssa harshly asked. The poor crewman jumped a meter backwards.
“I—I’m sorry, ma’am,” she started again. “They just all shut down. We must have had a power conduit blow out.”
Alyssa’s thumb and forefinger pinched the ridge of her nose, before she looked to her prisoner. “Contact Engineering. Get them to power at least one of our brig cells. I don’t care which and I don't care how.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the young woman acknowledged. Alyssa looked towards the alien with intense disdain and anger.
“Keep him secured.” Leaving him in their hands, Alyssa stepped over towards her office. Once the doors shut behind her, she took the moment to recover from the experience she had just had. It didn’t take long for her thoughts to wander.
Jackson. Claoraw. Vorsk. Mills. Trafit. Trudeau. Evelyn. Ericson.
Those names and more kept circulating through her head like a lingering song whose melody haunted her. She felt their weight press upon her heart, each one resembling a scar that would never heal. Some of the names were strangers, painful losses, but distant. Others were closer to her than any other soul she had lost. The names were from different species, different genders, different parts of her life, but they all shared one common thread: they all had trusted her with their life, and all had perished as a result.
Alyssa brushed the tip of her finger across her pips. What horrible irony was it that Monroe would promote her today, and today she lost the Chief Medical Officer, a long-standing part of the Talon crew and a friend to many of them. She had a strong urge to walk right up to the Bridge, and give Monroe his pip right back.
But, as she sat in her chair, her eyes fell upon the open oyster on her desk. Within rested the pearl that had guided her along her journey of healing. She remembered the valley of generation after generation that lived only because of the lives she had helped keep safe throughout her career. A new list of names went through her mind: Reese. V’Lek. Haywood. Monroe. They didn’t balance it out. They never balanced it out. Lives were not stones to balance the scale. A life lost was not to be forgotten, but that loss also did not take away from success of a life kept safe.
She would mourn Ericson, as she mourned those before him. She would deliver the justice he deserved. And, above all, do her duty to preserve the lives of her crewmates. If nothing else, she was certain that such was what Commander Ericson would want.
End Alyssa
“I—I’m sorry, ma’am,” she started again. “They just all shut down. We must have had a power conduit blow out.”
Alyssa’s thumb and forefinger pinched the ridge of her nose, before she looked to her prisoner. “Contact Engineering. Get them to power at least one of our brig cells. I don’t care which and I don't care how.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the young woman acknowledged. Alyssa looked towards the alien with intense disdain and anger.
“Keep him secured.” Leaving him in their hands, Alyssa stepped over towards her office. Once the doors shut behind her, she took the moment to recover from the experience she had just had. It didn’t take long for her thoughts to wander.
Jackson. Claoraw. Vorsk. Mills. Trafit. Trudeau. Evelyn. Ericson.
Those names and more kept circulating through her head like a lingering song whose melody haunted her. She felt their weight press upon her heart, each one resembling a scar that would never heal. Some of the names were strangers, painful losses, but distant. Others were closer to her than any other soul she had lost. The names were from different species, different genders, different parts of her life, but they all shared one common thread: they all had trusted her with their life, and all had perished as a result.
Alyssa brushed the tip of her finger across her pips. What horrible irony was it that Monroe would promote her today, and today she lost the Chief Medical Officer, a long-standing part of the Talon crew and a friend to many of them. She had a strong urge to walk right up to the Bridge, and give Monroe his pip right back.
But, as she sat in her chair, her eyes fell upon the open oyster on her desk. Within rested the pearl that had guided her along her journey of healing. She remembered the valley of generation after generation that lived only because of the lives she had helped keep safe throughout her career. A new list of names went through her mind: Reese. V’Lek. Haywood. Monroe. They didn’t balance it out. They never balanced it out. Lives were not stones to balance the scale. A life lost was not to be forgotten, but that loss also did not take away from success of a life kept safe.
She would mourn Ericson, as she mourned those before him. She would deliver the justice he deserved. And, above all, do her duty to preserve the lives of her crewmates. If nothing else, she was certain that such was what Commander Ericson would want.
End Alyssa