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Flashback- Earth, Starfleet Medical (2386)

Posted Jan. 19, 2019, 10:01 p.m. by Fleet Captain Ghubari Koraia (Captain) (Lindsay B)

Posted by Lieutenant Julien Smith (Doctor) in Flashback- Earth, Starfleet Medical (2386)

Posted by Fleet Captain Ghubari Koraia (Captain) in Flashback- Earth, Starfleet Medical (2386)

(snip)

“I do,” Ghubari said. She slid her empty glass over to him. “But that story requires a refill, if you don’t mind.” There was almost a tony smirk that tried to pull at the corner of her mouth, but it didn’t quite fully develop.

While the conversation was difficult, it was made easier by their easy rapport and shared pain. But such was the point of drowning ones sorrows in a bar like this. The funny thought was that under most circumstances, had anyone tried to bother her in such a place, they’d have been quickly convinced that they were better off leaving her alone. Now, she could still defend herself, but it was a much more laborious and dramatic undertaking. Mulling over that casually, Ghubari figured her and Julien together would make quick work of anyone who dared to cause a scene and that actually did make her smirk.

~Commander Koraia, XO on Leave
OOC: Stop reading my mind, I had that thing in store for later in the evening too ;-)
IC:

His smile made a reappearance when she agreed and he got up, bowed his head and made a Genie-like swirling gesture with his left hand while saying “Your wish.... my command!”, only he overdid the motion a bit, lost his balance and had to quickly grab the edge of the table to regain it. The table top squealed a bit under the weight, but held.

Ghubari reached out a hand to his arm to help steady him knowing full well she wouldn’t be able to catch his weight. But it was more of understanding gesture than anything.

He took both glasses rolling his eyes. “Well, so much for gracefulness. I’ll be right back.” he said and limped off, trying to keep less weight on his left leg. He was back before long with two full glasses and sat down again, the chair giving it’s usual squeal.

“Cheers.” he simply said, holding his glass up to her.

  • Julien

Koraia took her glass and lifted it,” Maisha marefu.” Good life It was something of a hollow toast, but it felt right none the less. She drank heavily from the glass before launching into her story. “So, I was a junior security officer on the USS Venture. As I performed exceptionally awhile, I was promoted to Lieutenant jay gee and my Chief tapped me to learn to be his Assistant Chief of Security. Then the war broke out and the job got understandably harder, especially after we were moved to the Seventh Fleet away from our usual patrol duties and more to the front lines. At one point, we were paired with the USS Nighthawk.

“At first, all I knew was that the Nighthawk was on a classified mission that we were to help with. I was too junior to know what it was, but my Chief gave me explicit orders before he and some others went on an away mission. I was to fire upon any ship that tried to approach, even if it was friendly. Which was crazy, but orders were orders and I didn’t question them. On the Nighthawk, they had similar orders and we basically stood as sentinels over this moon we were orbiting. I received an encrypted message directly to my station at one point. It warned me that things might get ugly and that if the firing began, I needed to watch out for a secret escape from the planet. I couldn’t trace where it came from, but there were clues from my Academy days that it might be someone I had known a little bit at the Academy. I didn’t understand exactly what was going on, but for the next 72 hours she kept sending me tiny messages with information she should not have known as a junior officer. Things indeed did turn ugly and against the XO’s orders I fired on a small shuttle leaving the surface, knocking their engines offline. It crashed. I had never been chewed out before, but the XO’s reaction was… scary, and I’m not easily intimidated. I told him I had orders from the Chief and he seemed confused.”

“My Chief was acting on classified orders that even the first officer didn’t know… nor the Captain. As I discovered in the fallout of the shuttle crash, I was right to have fired. There was some sort of confrontation on the surface over leaked information and the guilty party was trying to escape. That’s when I heard the name of some sort of secret group mentioned. Apparently, they were actively trying to help the war effort, but not all individuals had the exact same noble purpose. Information was information, and for most, they bartered or sold it where appropriate. There’s always a price people are willing to pay.”

“In this case, I received one last message that thanked me for my quick action and for stopping a traitor, but the man, I still don’t know who, died from injuries sustained in the crash. I killed a man who apparently was guilty. But even to this day I feel like the executioner who forgot about a trial. If I understood more, maybe it would lessen the guilt. Or maybe the guilt is my price for following orders blindly and for not demanding the explanations from my Chief before the war claimed his life.”

OOC: Shamelessly copying and pasting from sources to save my hands, lol.

~Commander Koraia, XO on Leave


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