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Ready Room- Post-Party

Posted Jan. 19, 2021, 11:02 a.m. by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) (Lindsay Bayes)

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Ready Room- Post-Party

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Ready Room- Post-Party

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Ready Room- Post-Party
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Faye was surprisingly glad for the after party but even she had her limits. She was an introvert after all- there was only so much peopling she could handle.

Seeking out her quarry, Calloway stepped onto the bridge and breathed in the quiet, grateful for the night shift calm. Had she not been looking for him directly, she might have been surprised to see Alex sitting there, but as it stood, this was expected. Still in her dress uniform, but with her jacket unzipped, she moved over and sat in the third seat next to him, gazing at their viewscreen. Her cheeks were flushed from the high energy of the evening, but Faye was oddly calm. “So… you drag me into the spotlight in a large gathering and then hightail it out yourself. Not cool, dude…” she said, breaking into a tiny smirk.

Without looking away from the view screen, Cochrane simply said “My ship, my rules Lieutenant.”

“Ohhh, I suppose I can accept that as an answer.”

She gestured with her head towards his ready room. “Got time for a personal matter?” If not, or he didn’t want to, she would be fine with leaving and trying again later.

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

Cochrane nodded once and stood up. “Ensign Hu’lot, you have the conn.” and female Vulcan left the Tactical station and made her way to the center chair with an “Aye, Captain.”

Cochrane led Faye into the Ready Room and went to the replicator, ordering two cups of coffee. He sat them on the desk, one on each side and then took a seat. “So what is on your mind, Faye?” he asked with a slight smile.

Cochrane, CO

Faye moved her chair to the side of his desk, angled to face him. This was personal, so despite being at his desk, she wasn’t here as a crewmember talking to her captain. She pulled the coffee over and wrapped her fingers around it while she chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment before exhaling through her mouth slowly. “Okay, first off, I know that this week has been… a lot for everyone, and that at times I’ve not been… in the best head space for any of it. So, I want to apologize if I made more difficult at any point. I don’t always have the ability to think thing through in the moment, not because I can’t see the bigger picture, but in fact I see too much of everything and it’s hard to give it all context when things are stressed.” There was so much to say, but she wanted to start there.

~Faye Calloway

Cochrane picked up his coffee in one hand and leaned back looking at her over the rim of the mug as he took a sip. “No apologies needed. It was a nightmare for everyone involved… you more than most. But we got each other through it, and at the end of the day that is what matters most… right?”

Cochrane, CO

Faye nodded slowly. “That is certainly true,” she said softly before raising the cup to her lips, letting the soothing hot liquid give her a moment to collect her thoughts. “But… all that being said, it doesn’t negate one very simple fact: we effed up Alex. Really badly.”

She exhaled abruptly. “And by that I mean, you and me specifically. It got the job done, but my plan was a terrible one for me. And I have to live with the very real consequences of it. I don’t know if there was a better way, but I knew the second I stepped into that brig cell that I had just done something terrible to myself. I felt it in the deepest part of me. And even if we had no other choice and still went with that plan, we should have done so with all the cards on the table. You as someone who I know cares about what happens to me should have objected. But I get that you trust me and trusted that I was giving a solid idea. But… I have Borderline Personality Disorder, Alex, and the reality is that in that moment, I really didn’t factor in how strong my desire to flee was. I should have at least considered this one outcome. And because we didn’t take that step, I broke something inside me, something that I had worked very hard to put together after I escaped the Tal Shiar. And now I have to try to put it back together again… if I even can.”

~Faye Calloway


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