Side Sim-An Invite for a new Junior officer

Posted Jan. 29, 2023, 9:05 p.m. by Ensign Aasrel Izei (Scientist) (Lucas Foxley)

Posted by Captain Tralla Sh’Zoarhi (Captain) in Side Sim-An Invite for a new Junior officer

Posted by Ensign Aasrel Izei (Scientist) in Side Sim-An Invite for a new Junior officer

Posted by Captain Tralla Sh’Zoarhi (Captain) in Side Sim-An Invite for a new Junior officer
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It was sometime after his standard reporting in check-ups and such Ensign Aasrel was in his quarters when the comms chirped however a computerized voice rang out from them “Ensign Izei This is Maizie the Ships Entity AI You have been invited to join the captain for a Spot of Lunch in the Captains Private observation area on Deck 1” the voice said projecting from the holoprojectors in the ceiling came a small orb that featured an audio waveform that represented the AI units mouth hovering above the center of the room


It was the day after his initial arrival. He’d rushed through his initial check-ins. A bunch of talking he didn’t want to do, really. He was back in his quarters at the time. His bed was made and ready, the small work area in his quarters neat and organized. Otherwise, the room was barren. Not a single personal affect in sight.

The walls were blank. Empty space remained empty. His uniforms and the two casual outfits he currently owned hung neatly in the closet. The bag he’d used to transport them, a plain black backpack that looked like it could be some sort of standard issue, sat on the shelf above the hanging clothes.

Aasrel had not expected an invite from the Captain, certainly not on his first full day aboard the ship. Curious, and just a tad nervous, he stood, changed into a uniform, and freshened up. There was not much time before lunch, so he headed out of his quarters.

He was not familiar with this ship’s layout. It was vastly different from the Intrepid. It was quite different than the Lexington as well, though that surprised Aasrel. They were both battleships, after all. They weren’t the same type of battleship, though, as far as Aasrel was aware. Still, it wasn’t an overly confusing ship, and it was not hard to find his way to the right place.

Unsure of the expected etiquette, he stopped outside the doors to the Captain’s private observation deck and rang the chime.

~ Ensign Izei, Science

a Voice called out “Come” and the door slid open sitting at the table was an Andorian woman her hair was shoulder length and styled in something a Punk rock fan might have her eyes were such a vibrate and bright green it was obvious they were also Cybernetic replacements her right hand showed the same signs of having encountered the borg her Antenna showed multiple scars this captain has seen a lot “Hello there Ensign I am Captain Tralla Zoarhi I Thought this might be a good way to talk to you Please help yourself to the Replicator” she said giving him a soft smile and motioning to the replicator there was a Human Dish set before her with baked Chicken Baked corn Cornbread and Homefries


Aasrel stepped into the deck, glancing at the Captain. She was… not exactly what he expected. Not in a bad way, just different. It did not take long for him to notice the scars, his were similar. Along his head, across his body, near his eye, which was a more natural looking replacement. Along his right arm was one of his own remaining implants, extending down his hand.

He detested reminders of his implants, of what he looked like. It was clear to him the Captain had once suffered a similar fate. There was no worse hell, in Aasrel’s opinion. Looking at her was a painful reminder he did not want. It was too recent for him, and he’d come here in order to escape it. His right fist clenched.

This is your Captain. Show some respect. Composing himself, Aasrel looked back up at her, focusing on her face but not her eyes. He offered a respectful smile. “Thank you, Captain. May I ask what the purpose of this invitation might be?” It was unusual for a junior officer like himself to take lunch with the Captain. He was on his best behavior.

Aasrel ordered a traditional Betazoid dish, something iconic and professional, but something comforting to him. He ordered a drink to go with it, some type of Betazoid juice. He took a seat at the table, focusing mostly on his food.

~ Ensign Izei, Science

Tralla Sighed getting up from her seat she turned to the window and looked out into space “Ensign I know that you probably don’t want to think about the horrors you have gone through but as you can see I also had a rough encounter with the Greatest foe the Federation has ever faced While I read your Service history I wanted to hear about in your own words I also wanted you to know that if you do want to talk about it with me I am here and willing to talk over anything with you I feel those of us who have faced and called even briefly to the collective should stick together and support each other” she added lifting her hand flexing it and looking at what remained of her assimilation


Aasrel glanced up at the Captain. He gripped the sides of the chair, trying to keep his emotions under control. He had yet to successfully speak to a counselor about it, he still couldn’t revisit it. It was too recent. Far too recent. The scars, the one near his eye, the one hidden within his hair, were less than a month old. Six months ago, he was a regular Ensign aboard an exploration vessel. Now… There was so much wrong.

He took a deep, shaky breath, and folded his hands in his lap, pulling on his implant with his left hand. It kind of hurt when he did that, he did it anyway. As if it distracted from the emotional pain.

“Captain, I…” He cleared his throat. His voice was shaking. Wavering, like he might cry. He was not going to do that, not in front of the Captain. “This… It’s something I cannot do.” He clenched his fists again, unable to keep his voice steady. “My ship… is gone. My crewmates… th-they’re dead. Or worse, still aboard that abomination of a ship, stuck in the ‘collective’.”

He had to look away from her when she lifted her hand, almost showing off that implant along her arm. It was similar to his. His nails dug into his palms. “You can understand, I’m sure, why I may not be ready to talk about it.” His tone was very, very carefully controlled. He reminded himself repeatedly this was the Captain. Anyone else and he would not be so polite.

“I appreciate the sentiment. I will keep it in mind. I agree we should try to stick together.” He offered a small, troubled smile. He did agree, it was something no one else would understand, not really. But he was also so desperate to leave it in the past and get away from it, he had not been prepared to be slapped in the face with it in such a way.

~ Ensign Izei, Science

“I completely understand Ensign in a way I got off easier from my encounter than you did Only I and two of my friends had been assimilated and our ship was able to rescue the three of us Though one of my friends came out in rough shape she retired from Starfleet and is now having to be cared for If you cant talk about it right now that’s fine However I just wanted to let you know my door is open!” she said smiling turning and putting her hands behind her back


Hearing about it seemed to upset him further. Aasrel pressed his furled fists into his lap as if having difficulty maintaining his composure. He turned away from the Captain, hiding his face. It was an awful experience, and he felt bad for the Captain. He did. Being assimilated, regardless of how long or how much of the crew, was an ordeal.

But how dare she compare their experiences? She had it easier in a way? Her ship had rescued her! Her friend had to retire? His were… Well, he’d rather be dead than be like them. And the rest were dead. Thirteen of his crew members, not including himself, had been rescued. And how long ago was it, for her? A year? Longer? He tried to judge by the age of her visible scars, but he was no doctor. He couldn’t tell.

Aasrel kept his gaze in his lap, studying his clenched fists and his legs with a hardness he was unaware he possessed. It was impossible to remove his implants without crippling himself, and he desperately wanted them off. He despised them. He would rip them off himself if doing so wasn’t likely to mangle his limbs and kill him. His doctors had been, very, very clear about that.

Okay, he needed to take a breath. Get a hold of himself before he made an unsavory scene that would reflect poorly on him, no matter how deserved it was. He failed to stop his body from trembling in anger, to keep his voice entirely steady. He did not look up at Tralla as he spoke. “I’m....sorry, for your friend who retired, Captain.” Another deep breath. “Thank you. For the offer to come to you, when I need to.” According to his counselor on the Lexington, it was not a question of if but when he’d need someone to talk to.

Aasrel needed to focus on something else. Or he was going to need to exit the room. Rather swiftly. He managed to unclench his fists. Four painful indents lined each palm, where his nails had dug in, and deep. He looked up at Tralla, nodded respectfully, and then gestured to the food, returning his hands to the table. “How has your lunch been, Captain?” He was still using that careful, very controlled tone.

~ Ensign Izei, Science

she turned back to the Ensign it was then she saw his face and the pain he was in “Its fine one of my favorite meals…but why not join me please Ensign I get the feeling I may have been talking about this more than you would have liked I happen to not be the most eloquent person ever so I apologize if i pushed a little far…” she said sitting back down at the table


Not eloquent. That was an understatement. Aasrel would go with insensitive. It was interesting to him, a captain that didn’t think before she spoke. Again he reminded himself to cool off. She hadn’t meant it, she was just… A little blind, when it came to people. Like him now, really. Without his empathy and his telepathy he had a hard time telling how those around him felt.

“It’s fine, Captain.” It wasn’t really fine at all, but she was the Captain. He’d say anything so long as he could maintain the composure to do so. “I do appreciate the sentiment, Captain,” he added. That part was true. “It’s… something people just don’t get, if they haven’t been there.”

He nodded down at the table to his own food, once again hiding his face but this time to hide that it looked like he might cry. “This was one of my childhood favorites. I’ve always liked it.”

~ Ensign Izei, Science

“I’m glad you can find some joy despite what happened I hope you come to find the Memorial as a new home” she said raising her glass to him


“Me, too…” That was what he’d set out to do, wasn’t it? Find somewhere else to settle and find someone willing to help him remove the last implants? Was the Memorial that place? Apparently he’d failed to get away from reminders of what happened, the Captain was a reminder, a massive one.

He raised his drink to meet hers. “Is your home here? On Memorial?”

~ Ensign Izei, Science

“Yes My husband as well He is your department head being the Chief Science officer But I also have family on Andoria and I have also lived on earth for a bit as well” she sighed as she continued to eat


Aasrel nodded without responding. He had two siblings. His brother was in Starfleet as well. His sister was at home on Betazed, along with his parents. He hadn’t spoken or written to any of them since the incident with the Borg. He didn’t want them to see him this way. Didn’t want to talk to them without his telepathy. So he had avoided them.

He ate quietly for a few minutes, an intense look on his face, as if his meal were the most interesting thing he’d ever seen. It wasn’t, of course, he was just thinking hard. Finally, he asked, “How… how do you… I mean… Does life ever go back to normal?”

~ Ensign Izei, Science

“To be honest Ensign…No it does not I still have nightmares where I am a drone and I am forced to Assimilate everyone I love and care about…But I am taking things one day at a time Talking about the experience with a counselor as well as other officers who have known the collective’s cruel hand helps” she said she continued to eat for a bit before changing the subject again “I read in your file you are a fighter and Shuttle Pilot That is something else you and I have in common I served aboard the USS Ark Angel back when she was a Mjolnir Class Carrier And If your a bit of an Adrenalin junkie like myself I will need to introduce you to my pride and joy the Flying Angel Class Racing Yacht!” she said giving him a smile


Aasrel seemed to deflate. The nightmares had been bad for him. The implants, assimilating his crew, even the rescue. The destruction of his ship. He hadn’t been aboard, but other Borg drones had been. He wanted them to stop.

He was sick of people telling him talking to counselors helped. It never felt like it helped. It made it worse, and it made the nightmares worse, too. But everyone kept telling him that. He was no stranger to hearing that talking to someone trusted about it, or someone who’s been through it would help, either, but he’d never been able to bring himself to do that, not even to the other thirteen crewmates from the Intrepid.

When she mentioned piloting however, Aasrel perked up and looked at her. He had been a pilot since Academy, though his skills had not come to much use in his career, not yet. “I am certified both as a fighter and shuttle pilot and it’s something I… I used to really like.” He had been having trouble, well… caring. About much of anything, the last few months, besides repairing his body.

“You fly a Flying Angel?” He had heard of the class. Never seen one himself though. Tralla, for what seemed like the first time in their conversation, had his full attention, for a good reason. “You’ve got to show it to me sometime!” Then he cleared his throat and and sat up straighter, “Ahem, I mean, I would love to see that craft, Captain.”

~ Ensign Izei, Science

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