Turbo lift (Backpost)
Posted on Fri Aug 9, 2019 @ 1:59pm by Lieutenant Cassandra Kennings
675 words; about a 3 minute read
Mission:
Plaga Navis
Location: Turbolift
Timeline: Immediately after briefing
T'Mira entered the turbo lift after Sanders. The door closed and T'Mira felt....for the first time like punching a wall. "Borg Queen," she muttered referring to the doctor. She was so caught up in her own thoughts she forgot about the counselor.
"What about her?" Cassandra said calmly, clasping her hands behind her back.
She'd forgotten that the counselor had entered the lift first. "Apologies. It is nothing." She said trying to backpedal.
"You have been mumbling to yourself for the better part of half an hour," Cassandra said, evenly, subtly reaching behind her and halting the lift. "That would most definitely imply it's something. So, what is your concern with our dear Captain?"
She raised her eyebrow in Vulcan fashion. "None, of course. Our doctor, however, is another story. However, it is not my place to say anything. The captain agreed to the plan. My duty is to let Starfleet Intelligence know what is happening and give my assessment." She turned back to watching the lights flicker as they traveled between decks.
"Ah, so you are snitching," Cassandra said.
"Snitching?" she asked, looking over at the counselor.
"A human expression," Cassandra said. "Akin to tattling, but for adults. It's evoking quite an emotional response from you. Why is that?"
"I was not snitching. I have a duty to Starfleet Intelligence to report issues that I find and things I do not agree with like this...Borg situation." She turned back to stare at the door.
"You have a duty to your shipmates," Cassandra reminded her. "Reporting to the brass before we even know what's going to happen doesn't exactly lend itself to crew morale, nor engender trust. I understand your objections, but perhaps a little faith is warranted."
"None is to be had when it comes to the Borg or use of their technology. They will get the doctor's report. It will take a long time for my message to reach where it is suppose to go since we are so far. Starfleet will view all the facts and if there is disciplinary action to be take they will if not then my views and thoughts will be logged officially." She didn't think the brass would do anything and section...would try to keep a low profile. So really her report did not matter but it mattered to her.
"What if it wasn't Borg technology?" Cassandra said, thoughtfully. "What if Doctor Anderson could've accomplished the exact same thing using her own medical nanites?"
"It would still be a procedure done without approval. You would still be relegating people to nothing more then lab rats. Trust me I know what it is like to wake and find out you have been a lab rat." Her hands clenched tightly and unclenched as she called on all her Vulcan training.
Cassandra clasped her hands in front of her. "Do tell," she said, keeping her voice neutral.
She shrugged, "It was a long time ago. A section assignment gone wrong." She shrugged it off. "My approval or lack there of is not an issue. The Captain has approved it and the doctor will be carrying it out." Her hands still slightly shook. She didn't want to recall the memory that could send her into another panic attack and back to sickbay. She would just meditate the frustration away. She wondered, not for the first time, if the procedure she'd undergone had something to do with the syndrome her doctor friend on the station thought she had. She would need to look into it further.
"Section 31's assignments do tend to have unintended consequences," Cassandra sympathized. "And long ago is irrelevant if it affects you now. Why don't you take some time to center yourself, and we'll talk later, hm?"
She thought a moment. The words of the diplomat coming back to her. "I will make an appointment." Perhaps it was time she spoke with someone.
Cassandra nodded in approval, restarting the lift which immediately opened the doors and she stepped out, leaving T'Mira alone with her thoughts.
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