One Man's Pain
Mar 17, 2016 9:36:54 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2016 9:36:54 GMT -8
Phillips sat in his temporary quarters that were used for dignitaries, his staff spoke quietly from where they sat while the Admiral worked at the large console, and there was a tense mood all around. While Phillips' console had been deemed secure, with firewalls and detection programs set up to prevent the 'virus' from getting through, the PADDs his officers held were still suspect and each member of the team were hyper-vigilant for signs of potential failure of the device. The damage to the ship wasn't quite as bad as it could have been, but it was yet another attack against a crew who had seen so much and so quickly. Many had been called up straight from the Academy, others were forced to jump from the war directly into duty, while another had been held captive for an extended period of time with no break afterwards. This was a crew about to fail.
Running a hand over the bare skin of his head, Phillips stared at the screen, rotating personnel, mandating ship diversions, writing orders that most likely would be misconstrued for many in the Fleet. He sat back in his chair briefly, thinking of the Bajoran he had just demoted, and the heated words that had been said. No one knew about all of the fires the Admiral had to tend, nor the details of what was happening every minute behind the scenes. He knew they hated him, called him a monster and names even worse than that. He saw the looks, knew the fear they had for him. If they only knew.
"What's the Bridge status," Phillips asked. He knew better than to interrupt what was happening there. One false word in a First Contact situation could end whatever progress they had made.
"From what I can tell," one of his team replied, "they're attempting to 'cage' the entity." The officer walked over to the Admiral and held a PADD an arm's length from the man, showing him the latest details. She glanced over his shoulder at his screen. "Risa, Sir?"
"They deserve it," he replied. "If Tekison is any indication, the entire crew is going to crack if they don't get a break."
"It's a good crew, Sir," she ventured.
"Yes," he nodded. "They just don't realize how good..."
Running a hand over the bare skin of his head, Phillips stared at the screen, rotating personnel, mandating ship diversions, writing orders that most likely would be misconstrued for many in the Fleet. He sat back in his chair briefly, thinking of the Bajoran he had just demoted, and the heated words that had been said. No one knew about all of the fires the Admiral had to tend, nor the details of what was happening every minute behind the scenes. He knew they hated him, called him a monster and names even worse than that. He saw the looks, knew the fear they had for him. If they only knew.
"What's the Bridge status," Phillips asked. He knew better than to interrupt what was happening there. One false word in a First Contact situation could end whatever progress they had made.
"From what I can tell," one of his team replied, "they're attempting to 'cage' the entity." The officer walked over to the Admiral and held a PADD an arm's length from the man, showing him the latest details. She glanced over his shoulder at his screen. "Risa, Sir?"
"They deserve it," he replied. "If Tekison is any indication, the entire crew is going to crack if they don't get a break."
"It's a good crew, Sir," she ventured.
"Yes," he nodded. "They just don't realize how good..."