Post by persephone on Apr 21, 2010 18:37:16 GMT -8
“Enough!” In an instant she whirled around, almost falling off the seat as she redirected her shock-horror towards Brixxel.
“You.”
She froze. What had she done? Nothing, nothing! She had only reprimanded her ensign for a breach of protocol and she was now reprimanding another ensign for blatant disrespect. She had done nothing. But then why did she feel such a sudden, all-encompassing guilt?
He emphasized her rank, which was admittedly lower than his, and she stiffened, her breath ceasing. Then, as if that was not enough to get through her skull (which was really only thick when it came to ensigns and Lieutenants junior grade), he snorted at her behavior. Her shoulders shuddered as if he had delivered a very physical blow. But he was right: he outranked her, so he had to be right. Twice in one day, one hour, she had forgotten her place and let the power of an assistant chief position go to her head. She had been uppity, sure, on her last placement and had certainly gotten some warnings, but it had not been this bad. Not a lecture.
His words spun in her head as she replayed and documented them, letting them seep in past her arrogance and into her consciousness.
“–a gift from the gods of the universe–”
Hell no. My own mother…
“No one is ‘superior’ on this ship.”
He’s right: I’m worthless.
“–escort you to the brig–”
Her teeth clenched and her eyes popped wider at that thought. The brig? Her record, already a bit tainted… ruined by the brig? She was nothing if not a good officer, at least on paper. And now, if he spoke to her superior officer, who probably would hate her before she even got to meet him, she would be… she would be…
“Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, yes sir. Entirely too clear, Lieutenant Commander Brixxel, s-sir.” She looked frantically at Eilidh, who now symbolized her defeat. It was obvious the girl had gotten a far less gruesome punishment. He had only softly suggested she behave more mannerably. He had not torn apart her being, insulted the essence of her personality, threatened to kill her reputation forever….
After he finished, he spoke to the newly arrived security officer. Nervously, Persephone let her eyes fall on her as well. She realized the girl had asked for a seat, and an idea came to her.
“Lieutenant,” she said, cutting in just as Brixxel stopped speaking, “You asked for a seat. If you prefer it, you can have mine.”
An easy escape.
She stood up quickly and efficiently, sliding out of her seat as she did. She walked away from the table, moving fast but not necessarily running and careful not to appear as though she were storming off. Her hand slipped as she walked around the table, and her class of bizarre beverage clattered to the floor, spilling. Persephone winced but kept going.
I have got to get out of here…
Tag: Brixxel/Kathryn
End Sephy
“You.”
She froze. What had she done? Nothing, nothing! She had only reprimanded her ensign for a breach of protocol and she was now reprimanding another ensign for blatant disrespect. She had done nothing. But then why did she feel such a sudden, all-encompassing guilt?
He emphasized her rank, which was admittedly lower than his, and she stiffened, her breath ceasing. Then, as if that was not enough to get through her skull (which was really only thick when it came to ensigns and Lieutenants junior grade), he snorted at her behavior. Her shoulders shuddered as if he had delivered a very physical blow. But he was right: he outranked her, so he had to be right. Twice in one day, one hour, she had forgotten her place and let the power of an assistant chief position go to her head. She had been uppity, sure, on her last placement and had certainly gotten some warnings, but it had not been this bad. Not a lecture.
His words spun in her head as she replayed and documented them, letting them seep in past her arrogance and into her consciousness.
“–a gift from the gods of the universe–”
Hell no. My own mother…
“No one is ‘superior’ on this ship.”
He’s right: I’m worthless.
“–escort you to the brig–”
Her teeth clenched and her eyes popped wider at that thought. The brig? Her record, already a bit tainted… ruined by the brig? She was nothing if not a good officer, at least on paper. And now, if he spoke to her superior officer, who probably would hate her before she even got to meet him, she would be… she would be…
“Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, yes sir. Entirely too clear, Lieutenant Commander Brixxel, s-sir.” She looked frantically at Eilidh, who now symbolized her defeat. It was obvious the girl had gotten a far less gruesome punishment. He had only softly suggested she behave more mannerably. He had not torn apart her being, insulted the essence of her personality, threatened to kill her reputation forever….
After he finished, he spoke to the newly arrived security officer. Nervously, Persephone let her eyes fall on her as well. She realized the girl had asked for a seat, and an idea came to her.
“Lieutenant,” she said, cutting in just as Brixxel stopped speaking, “You asked for a seat. If you prefer it, you can have mine.”
An easy escape.
She stood up quickly and efficiently, sliding out of her seat as she did. She walked away from the table, moving fast but not necessarily running and careful not to appear as though she were storming off. Her hand slipped as she walked around the table, and her class of bizarre beverage clattered to the floor, spilling. Persephone winced but kept going.
I have got to get out of here…
Tag: Brixxel/Kathryn
End Sephy