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Evrilla and Kelly talk about Jessa after the Observation Deck....When the past doesn't match the present...or the future

Posted Jan. 16, 2022, 11:37 a.m. by Fleet Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) (Kate O'Neill)

Prior post of the observation deck https://www.star-fleet.com/core/stf3/atlantis/posts/159720/

O’Neill nodded to Evrilla and spoke into his comm badge letting the men know outside the door and the security desk they were back on the move. It was a holdover from his more dirt side experiences where life signs could be masked or lost. On the ship, the only way a life sign was truly lost was when it was extinguished which might happen to one Miss Jessa Novar if she didn’t start to fly straight to quote Jack’s father. He knew the look on the girl’s face before her mind even began forming a protest.

“One word,” he held up a finger. “Just one.” O’Neill didn’t need to push the subject any further as Jessa’s face showed his intent was read loud and clear. Exiting the room he and the team escorted the doc and a slightly less chattery Jessa to sick bay. O’Neill hooked a thumb at Jessa’s room and kept in step with Evrilla on the way to her office. The door slide back to a warm and decidedly different decor than is what most would expect from an Andorian. The room was decorated in greens and browns giving it a more temperate feel than arctic. Moving to a beautiful bamboo cabinet along one wall of her sitting area, O’Neill opened the door and pulled out two glasses and a bottle of liquor.

“That kid is going to kill my liver,” he joked pouring a measured shot for himself and the doc. Capping the bottle he did not set it in the cabinet but on the more customary spot on top where it always seemed to be resting for those needing an off duty, unofficial, counseling session with the doc.

Downing the drink, he looked at Evrilla holding he warm amber liquor in his mouth before swallowing it with a slight grimace enjoying the soft fruitiness on his tongue and the warm burn at the back of this mouth. “Damn that is good stuff,” he complimented Evrilla.

Setting the glass down with a soft clink, Jack walked to the door before stopping at the entrance and hitting the jamb with his fist a couple of time as if remembering something important he needed to say. “For what it is worth doc, it’s okay to piss off the kid. We do it with our own. If we are going to treat her as a kid and keep her in sick bay then she should be a kid and treated like one. If we are going with the route she is some mini tyrannical leader then she should be in the brig. Anything else…is probably confusing to her.” O’Neill knew the woman wouldn’t take his comment as a lecture or sign of disrespect. He and the doc had a long history of parenting 101 talks over Tatyl and his two sons John and Ryan. O’Neill was far more of a hard ass but he was a Dad. Dad’s kept order and laid down the laws. Mom’s tended to rule the kingdom and send out the laws and orders for the Dad’s to implement. While Jessa was not their child, she was turning into a semi-ward of them both since they were the ones spending the most one on one time with her.

“Hey…what the hell is this,” Lauren popped her head into the office and frowned seeing the drinks. “God I am gone for one duty shift and you all suddenly boot me from the I am going to kill that Karen club?” The comment was full of humor and made the frown slip almost as soon as it appeared. “Kelly is asking for you,” she said before moving into the office for O’Neill to catch her up on the details she missed.

Kelly Bordeaux CO


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