Comp Science Lab 2- Post-Jefferies Tube

Posted April 17, 2019, 2:06 p.m. by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Comp Science Lab 2- Post-Jefferies Tube

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Comp Science Lab 2- Post-Jefferies Tube

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Comp Science Lab 2- Post-Jefferies Tube

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Faye startled slightly at the sound of the door but focused on her screen rather than confirm his presence with her eyes. “Just peachy.” She wasn’t entirely sarcastic, but she could hear the dryness in her own tone.

Sighing slightly, she looked over at Cochrane. “I can see properly again and I’m not in pain, so… could be a lot worse.” Her gaze settled on the item he held and she was instantly curious, though for the moment didn’t inquire.

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

Cochrane nodded and walked up to her desk. “I think you may have a problem, Lieutenant.” and he held out the rag covered object. “This was.... retrieved… by the Ops Chief and Chief Engineer during there investigation into what happened. I made sure they understood that your work was classified… but this is their ship, too. They are going to want answers. And I think after what happened, they aren’t entirely off base in that desire.”

Cochrane, CO

Her sea-grey eyes looked over the smooth surface of the device and for a moment her breath caught in her throat. At length, she exhaled. Rising and turning to face Cochrane, she reached out and took the oft-surprisingly light ovoid item and held it between her hands. Her fingers tips pressed tightly against the metal casing and, still not meeting his gaze, she turned t over carefully in inspection. It seemed, on the surface, undamaged. “Well, at least I suspect I won’t be getting any angry calls from R&D,” she said, her voce shaking slightly.

Moving away from the captain, Faye felt yet another stab of despair, similar to the one that had risen to the surface during her last call with Blue. She was caught in the middle between realities and orders and there seemed no good choice she could make here. Setting the device down with extreme delicacy on her worktable, she turned to face her commanding officer, wishing she could banish the distraught lines on her face she knew were undoubtedly there. “At what point are orders worth disobeying?” she asked, feeling her heart rate leap now that she was actually stepping out onto this dangerous terrain.

~Faye Calloway, Data Scientist

Cochrane took a breath and exhaled slowly. He then looked around, grabbed an empty case and set it on end on the floor. Sitting down on the makeshift stool, he looked at Calloway for a few moments before speaking. “Worth disobeying? I guess that depends on the order and what the fallout for disobeying them would be. For me… I’ve had to obey orders that I didn’t agree with. But I’ve refused some as well. I won’t put my ship or my crew in outright jeopardy for just any order given, there had better be a damn good reason. And I won’t accept an order that goes against regulations or Federation law unless there is a justifiable and immediate need to do so. Other than that? Honestly, if you can’t in good conscious follow it… you might want to give it some thought. At the end of it all, it’s your call.” and he paused a moment, still looking at her. “But there is a flip side to that. No officer worth their salt would give an order like that to begin with. Not without a frank and open discussion with whomever the task was falling to. If they don’t, my personal feeling is that if the order isn’t justified and the issuing officer won’t discuss it? Probably not worth following… at least without protest. Formal or otherwise.”

Cochrane, CO

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