Posted Sept. 13, 2021, 9:17 p.m. by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Commander Siadra Enai (Executive Officer) in Calloway’s Quarters - A shoulder to lean on? Someone to vent to?
Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Calloway’s Quarters - A shoulder to lean on? Someone to vent to?
Posted by Commander Siadra Enai (Executive Officer) in Calloway’s Quarters - A shoulder to lean on? Someone to vent to?
(snip)
“And you have every right to be angry. I’m angry too and I know other’s are as well. And I, too, feel bound by my sense of duty to stay here. Not that that changes anything or makes it easier. But speaking for myself: It helps a little knowing that I’m not the only one feeling this way,” Siadra replied grimly. Turning her gaze away from Shara for a brief moment, she refilled her glass again and took a small sip. She rarely had more than a glass of wine or two. And even that didn’t happen often. So she was sure that she was going to regret this in the morning, but right now she just didn’t care. Lowering her glass onto her lap, she added, “I guess the first thing we both have to answer is: What are we going to do with that anger?”
~Cmdr. Enai, XO
“Stuff it down somewhere deep so I can keep a clear head. Micah’s here, so that probably won’t work entirely, but I’m sixty-five years old Sidara. I’m not some young rookie who doesn’t know better. And the work I’ve done before? There are exactly two people on this ship currently who even have a clue. I know this whole shtick. I’ve done more difficult missions. I can’t speak for others, but tucking the emotions away and compartmentalizing is the only way that I can maintain a sense of objectivity. It’s the only way I did it with my daughter, and yes, it means I can seem cold and heartless. But better that than falling to pieces at a terrible time.” But those where the things she could control. The rest? Shara had no idea.
~Commander Calloway, CIO
Siadra nodded thoughtfully and silently. She wanted to say something. Felt like she should say something. But she didn’t know what. It was almost as if her mind had gone blank. Or maybe she was just to wrapped up in her own concerns and worries, her own emotions to say and do what she should; both as a First Officer and a trained psychologist with years of experience. So she remained silent, lost in her own mind, while staring at the glass in her hand.
~Cmdr. Enai, XO
As the silence filled the room, Shara thought back to the meeting, to these people who she was entrusting her life with. It had been a long time, and back then they had been on this seemingly impossible journey to get home. They were all they had. It was no less true now. The people who chose to stay on this ship had mettle, maybe more they didn’t even know, and Shara was determined to make the best of this, even as she struggled with the immense weight of her previous trauma rearing its ugly head. :Did it make sense? What I said in the meeting. I didn’t want to seem like I was preaching or something, but I was hoping to make it all make sense, and maybe give people a reason why their presence is necessary, why yours is necessary, Siadra. We all don’t know each other. We have no reason to trust each other other than we all swore the same oath to Starfleet. All I can say is I’m a rebel who was once deemed guilty of treason. If I can find my way in this organization and keep the reasons why I stay clear as we do this insane mission, I have to believe you all can too.”
~Shara Calloway, CIO
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