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Flashback- Earth, Starfleet Medical (2386)

Posted Jan. 20, 2019, 9:16 a.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)

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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

Julien listened intently and then nodded. “I get it. In my opinion no circumstance can lessen the blow of the first kill, or any other for that matter. Taking a life irrevocably changes you, just like the first kiss, but in the other way.” he said and pinched his nose again as if he wanted to chase away images infront of his inner eye.
When he looked at her again it seemed he had momentarily won that inner battle.
“Have you tried to find her? She seems to be the easiest to trace down, since you already know that it was a ‘she’.”

  • Julien

Ghubar drank heavily again from the drink and then shook her head. “She’s dead,” she said flatly, her eyes shifting their focus away from him and going blank. In her mind the massacre of the seventh fleet played out in little flashes that even eleven years later sent a gut wrenching sensation through her body. An empath like her could shield herself from an individual and even a ship of people, but in such an intense situation there was nothing she could do but feel the endless agony and suffering that lasted hours. “The Nightingale was destroyed in the Battle of the Tyra System along with the other ninety-seven ships. The Venture survived.” It had taken her a long time and some heavy post-war counselling to get over the instant need to vomit when she spoke of it. But it would also be there as a part of her many life-changing experiences.

~Commander Koraia, XO on Leave


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