Posted by Lieutenant Pretha Oberon (Security Officer / CRIT Leader) in Brig, Day 2- Disentanglement
Posted by Civilian Vorraye Anders (Diplomatic Attache) in Brig, Day 2- Disentanglement
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Brig, Day 2- Disentanglement
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Under different circumstances Shara might have dissembled, but not only was there no time for games, it wouldn’t help Faye. She gestured with her head to follow her and stepped a few paces away from the two guards standing at the brig door. They didn’t need to know what was happening with Faye in this instance.
The counselor followed, understanding her desire not to be overheard.
Taking a deep breath, Calloway resigned herself to the reality she had contributed to. “I’ve been out of Faye’s life for almost twenty-five years, and while some of it we had no control over, Faye got to learn the exact reasons why that was. And she’s struggling with the reality of that situation.” She swallowed. “This is not how our reunion was ever supposed to go but I can’t guarantee anything about the future. This might have been the only opportunity for Faye to learn the truth about my whereabouts from me herself. And if there had been any other option, I would have taken it. But Faye is in the brig, Counsellor. And while others on this ship won’t know what to look for or observe, Faye is definitely being triggered by all of this. And we’re not talking about just a discomfort about being in a similar prison situation. This crew doesn’t have a clue what they actually did to her, about how they would try to confuse her sense of reality by placing her in simulations of her previous ship posting, on top of all the pain and hallucinatory states they would inflict. Faye’s way of coping was to separate herself. Which anyone could understand. But for her, with her BPD, it’s a sign she’s not okay. I just watched her dissociate, and though I was able to help her come back to reality, I’m worried that she’s not going to be able to make it through these next few hours without re-centring herself. I can’t do anymore to help her right nw. But you can. You can help her remember her coping skills so she can make it through the next few hours, because one way or another her fate will be sealed. And if she chooses not to, or is unable to fight for herself, for her future, it’s all over.”
One might think Shara was being dramatic, but she wasn’t. It wasn’t her style, nor did her immense amount of training allow for that. But she also couldn’t be objective in this situation
~Commander Shara Calloway, Starfleet Intelligence
She was quiet for a moment as she processed all the Cmdr said. Finally, she looked Calloway directly in the eyes . “I’ll do what ever I can to help Faye. I don’t believe for one moment that she’s guilty of the charges against her. I don’t know all that’s going on, but after I spend some time with her, I expect I’ll have a better idea. Anything she tells me will be covered by doctor/patient priviledge, so that might loosen her tongue. She and I were building a trusting relationship—I hope that will be enough.”
Shara nodded. “Thank you,” she said sincerely. “I know my very presence was a bomb just dropped on my daughter’s life, but it couldn’t be helped. I’ll be staying on the ship for a little while, so if you need me at all, I have quarters here and you can call me anytime.”
With an inhale and nod,” Commander Calloway moved off, leaving Rollo to unfortunately pick up the pieces of a mess she helped to create. She would deal with her own guilt later, right now it was all about Faye and she had things to do to prep for whatever would happen later.
Commander Shara Calloway, Starfleet Intelligence
Pretha had waited till Shara had left and moved to the shield. She frowned to herself, steeling her anger at the woman who just left. “Calloway… I’m sorry. The Counselor is on her way. Do you want to see her? Your mo… the Commander says you need it. But I have seen enough of you to know you know what you need. If you don’t want to see her, I won’t let her in except to make sure you aren’t going to hurt yourself. Then I’ll make her leave.” Her voice dropped to a more calm and personal tone. “Faye, you tell me what you want. I’ll do my best to make it happen in whatever capacity I can.”
She new what the woman wanted most of all was for ‘all this’ to be over. Something she couldn’t give her. But if she didn’t want to see the Counselor, she’d keep it short enough to prove her mother hadn’t compromised her safety, then she’d have the woman leave.
Faye hadn’t moved from her spot on the bench, and though only a few tears had fallen, she certainly felt numb. It all made sense. Finally. She had always been able to draw together the most likely pieces of the puzzle, but there had been certain elements missing over the years. Now she had them and had discovered they were all threaded through the same person. That part she hadn’t expected. outwardly, it might have seemed that she hadn’t heard Pretha, but the opposite was true. Small things showed that much: the regular blinks, the tiny circles the tip of her middle finger were tracing on her right thigh, the gritted jaw.
When she finally looked up, Faye felt calmer than she expected even though there were waves of emotion under the surface. “No, it’s okay,” she said softly. “The counsellor would be good.” She forced herself to take a breath. Under different circumstances I would have had to see her anyway.”
~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist
Pretha mentally sighed. She was protective by nature and nothing about any of what this was about made sense to her. If she had wanted to kill, she could have. It also struck Pretha that if she had wanted to escape, she could have as well. So what was happening? She wasn’t sure, and sadly, wasn’t her job to know. “Well, then I’ll let her in. But when you want her to leave, you say so. All right? I can’t help you, but I can do my best to make sure no one makes it worse.” She smiled and nodded with a teasing wink, hoping to get at least an eye rolling smirk from the woman.
Zef entered the brig. A feeling of heaviness pervaded the room—emotional echoes of something big. She nodded to Pretha as the woman moved away from the cell she assumed Faye was in. “I’d like to see Lt Calloway, please. Since this is a professional visit, I want the cameras and recording devices turned off. I also want to be let inside. There won’t be any expectation of privacy if I have to stay out here and talk to her over several feet of distance.”
If she needed to, she would pull the ace card (much like the CMO’s) that trumped what orders Oberon had been given, if it was in the best interest of the patient.
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