Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2018 22:25:30 GMT -8
Henri Braddock reached out to silence the alarm before it even sounded. She had been awake for the past hour. She certainly hadn't slept much, her mind had been too preoccupied. She sat up on the edge of the bed, swinging her feet over the side until they touched the floor. Her eyes stared at her uniform as it hung in the closet. She hadn't worn it since she'd last taken it off. Somehow, she wasn't sure she still deserved it.
She had played the events of that day over and over in her head. And honestly, she probably would have made a few different decisions than she had. Her conversation with Lt. Commander Sur'shess was still fresh on her mind. Sur'Shess had been a hard person to read. She'd asked Braddock to recount the events in her own words, but even as they had left Henri's lips, it almost felt as if she had been talking about someone else.
Most of her punishment had been what Henri surmised it likely would be. She had been assigned extra duties, and been advised that a formal letter of reprimand would be placed on her record. For Henri, that stung. She had prided herself on having an unblemished record, but being that she wasn't an ensign like Baccus or Bergin, she was expected to set the example for the others. And for the time being, Sur'Shess had opted not to rescind Commander Freeman's decision to confine Braddock to quarters. Thus, Henri couldn't help but feel that there was likely more to come.
She had drafted a formal apology to Commander Freeman the night before. She didn't expect that it would sway any further fallout, but he was owed that much in her opinion. The only other correspondence Braddock had engaged in was a total of three comms to Sickbay, inquiring about Commander Roman's condition. The last time, the only thing they had opted to share was that he had yet to regain consciousness. She made a mental note to inquire once again within the hour, even though that would likely lead to Security showing up at her door for being a stalker.
Henri went through her morning routine, and got dressed... in civvies. She had to admit, she felt way under-dressed without her uniform, but perhaps that was an additional punishment in itself. After a small bite of breakfast, she proceeded to the desk in her quarters and began to do what work she could. Some of which was working on securing a means of communicating that wouldn't reveal their current location. Members of the science team had come up with a few proposals. Henri continued to read through them, and offer some of her own feedback, which she planned to submit and vet with members of her own department for efficiency's sake.
Henri's eyes rose from her screen to look at the chronometer. Time seemed to pass so slowly as she worked in her quarters... or attempted to. She found herself distracted by her own thoughts. Of how her actions had disappointed Liz, the Captain... even her father. Of course, she had no idea where her father was exactly. Had he been caught up in all this madness as well? There was also the frequent thoughts of Victor's well-being. Still, Henri did her best to push the thoughts aside, and focus on the task at hand. Naturally, it was easier said than done.
She had played the events of that day over and over in her head. And honestly, she probably would have made a few different decisions than she had. Her conversation with Lt. Commander Sur'shess was still fresh on her mind. Sur'Shess had been a hard person to read. She'd asked Braddock to recount the events in her own words, but even as they had left Henri's lips, it almost felt as if she had been talking about someone else.
Most of her punishment had been what Henri surmised it likely would be. She had been assigned extra duties, and been advised that a formal letter of reprimand would be placed on her record. For Henri, that stung. She had prided herself on having an unblemished record, but being that she wasn't an ensign like Baccus or Bergin, she was expected to set the example for the others. And for the time being, Sur'Shess had opted not to rescind Commander Freeman's decision to confine Braddock to quarters. Thus, Henri couldn't help but feel that there was likely more to come.
She had drafted a formal apology to Commander Freeman the night before. She didn't expect that it would sway any further fallout, but he was owed that much in her opinion. The only other correspondence Braddock had engaged in was a total of three comms to Sickbay, inquiring about Commander Roman's condition. The last time, the only thing they had opted to share was that he had yet to regain consciousness. She made a mental note to inquire once again within the hour, even though that would likely lead to Security showing up at her door for being a stalker.
Henri went through her morning routine, and got dressed... in civvies. She had to admit, she felt way under-dressed without her uniform, but perhaps that was an additional punishment in itself. After a small bite of breakfast, she proceeded to the desk in her quarters and began to do what work she could. Some of which was working on securing a means of communicating that wouldn't reveal their current location. Members of the science team had come up with a few proposals. Henri continued to read through them, and offer some of her own feedback, which she planned to submit and vet with members of her own department for efficiency's sake.
Henri's eyes rose from her screen to look at the chronometer. Time seemed to pass so slowly as she worked in her quarters... or attempted to. She found herself distracted by her own thoughts. Of how her actions had disappointed Liz, the Captain... even her father. Of course, she had no idea where her father was exactly. Had he been caught up in all this madness as well? There was also the frequent thoughts of Victor's well-being. Still, Henri did her best to push the thoughts aside, and focus on the task at hand. Naturally, it was easier said than done.