Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Main Sim: Science Lab - Analyzing the piece of debris

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Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Kiama Naim (Science Officer) in Main Sim: Science Lab - Analyzing the piece of debris
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Calloway snorted. “I think you’ve forgotten who you’re talking to. I’ve practically made a name for myself as being difficult. Polite? Please. I’ve made it to the rank of full Lieutenant and never once did it involve kissing ass or heaps of politeness.” She rolled her eyes. “And give yourself a fvadt break. I know Captain Cochrane. If you screwed up, he’d tell you, so as someone who is notoriously terrible to herself and rarely sees herself in a good light, I’m telling you chill out a bit. It’s a sucky situation but if you ever want to hear stories about how Starfleet can really screw up, I’m your gal.” she gestured to Kiama, turning her finger in a circles. “This? This is is not screwing up.”

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

Kiama was taken aback a little, yet at the same couldn’t help chuckle faintly; though it clearly wasn’t her usual light-hearted laugh, but a more humourless one. “I’m not one to kiss asses either, but whenever I’m not polite or diplomatic I hear my mother’s voice in my head. And if she knew about this, she’d say, ‘I told you so.’ And that I should have stayed on Betazed and fulfilled my duty to my family and my people; train to step in her footsteps when the time comes.” Tilting her head backwards, she stared at the ceiling. “It certainly doesn’t help my overall feelings about this situation. And yes, I know rationally that I’m worrying too much and that I’m over-reacting. I just can’t seem to help it right now.” She pushed herself off the counter and started to pace a little instead. “I just don’t know what to do right now and I feel like if I don’t find a way to work through and move past how I’m feeling, I will mess up because I’m too preoccupied. And that is something we can’t afford. Especially with everything else going on right now. This,” she gestured towards the piece of metal, “Is more important than my hurt feelings. Just-” She took a deep breath and shook her head slightly. She bit back a curse and instead muttered something unintelligible under her breath.

~Lt. j.g. Naim, Scientist

Oh boy, where’s a counsellor when I need one? Shifting her gaze to the ship remnant, Faye had a lot of thoughts roll through her head. Fulfilling promises, mothers, home. All of it created a swirl of sadness in her that Faye wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to deal with. But then again she had already been skipping down memory lane most of the day and with every bit of fresh air and ray of warm sun on her skin, she could imagine for a brief moment that it was years ago and she was walking along the well loved paths surrounding the community she had been raised in.

Finally, Faye looked up, her stormy grey-green etched with the multitude of things she felt in this moment. Faye was the last person Kiama needed to help her through her parental woes. Though there was something to be said for relating to the idea that someone understood even a fraction of what you might feel.

Kiama couldn’t help but sense everything Faye feeling and made her feel a little ashamed. For as much as she seemed to always bump heads with her mother, she knew she had comparatively little to complain about. “I’m sorry,” she said softly while feeling blood rush to her cheeks.

The computer beeped. This part of the scan was complete.

From the state of corrosion and relative radiation and other signatures the following was deduced:
1. It was in the vicinity of 13, 400 years old
2. The spectroscopy of the materials showed they were native to this system
- Wookiee

Her train of thought was interrupted by the incoming data. Coming closer, Faye tried to wrap her mind around it. “Whoa, okay then…”

“You’re right we do have more immediate concerns,” Calloway said, gesturing to the data. “But while I don’t want to have a battle of whose situation is worse, I do get that whole realization that your parents are fallible people.” She cast a glance Kiama’s way. “Mine joined a fight to protect our home from those that claimed it after other people gave it away. Right or wrong, they threw a phaser rifle in the hands of their twelve year old knowing that if she didn’t learn to use it, she’d probably be dead before the year was out. So yeah, I get it. You can still love your parents even if you’re angry at them and hate the decisions they’ve made.”

“That’s true,” Kiama replied with a slightly rueful smile and with another humourless chuckle she added, “And I realised that my parents aren’t fallible when the Dominion occupied Betazed. Oh well,” she added with a soft sigh. “all those things made me, made us the women we are today. For better of for worse. And right now we have quite a mystery at our hands, I dare say.”

“But hey, of the kind of mysteries I like, this one is kind of awesome,” she said, leaning on the worktable at the floating display between them. “First possible hypothesis: if this remnant is indeed from a Romulan ship and it’s not only crazy old but also originated from this system, then it stands to reason that we’re talking about the origins of the people that became the Romulans and… Vulcans? I can’t remember off the top of my head when the societal schism happened.”

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

Kiama tilted her head to the side and chewed on her lower lip, her browns pulled together as she tried to recall her knowledge on Vulcan-Romulan history. She had a feeling this fragment was older than the schism, but to make sure she reached for a nearby PaDD and called up the information. “The schism happened about 2,000 years ago. So this” she pointed at the piece of metal, “predates that. The question is: Does that mean what today are the Romulan and Vulcan people originated in this system? Or did the Romulans discover the technology and are now using it? And if this fragment is really that old, can it be connected to the radiation issues on the surface or did it simply get affected by the radiation as well? I mean, we know it’s not the source of the radiation, but still .... This doesn’t really add up.” Kiama had hoped for answers and instead that answer they had received had only led to even more questions.

~Lt.jg. Naim, Scientist