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Main SIM: The Romulan Ship

Posted Aug. 26, 2022, 3:30 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander William B. Grey (Chief Science Officer / 2nd Officer) (Hjortur Ingi)

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OOC: Hope it’s OK I move this on a bit (a few hundred metres…). Something happened, and I felt the inspiration of writing something on this theme, and I needed to get it out now :) and oh: TW for bullying – Ric

After walking a while, “Rateg” found themselves having passed the buzz of the market and walked beside a park (on the left) in a residential area. Perhaps it was here that the Risians were living. The architecture on the right was more “casual” (as an unnamed human colleague would term it) than the areas they had been in before. There was a quaintness and familiarity to it. It reminded “Rateg” a little of the old market towns on Vulcan that he and his mother would sometimes frequent in his childhood. There were children playing games on porches, and further about, “Rateg” saw some children – prepubescent but judging on their physical development, puberty would arrive soon – all boys, four of them, who were doing physical exercises on an open space in the park to “Rateg”’s left.

One of the boys struggled with the exercises. From a medico-developmental point of view – as “Rateg” was trained to think – the boy would score below average on flexibility and procedural skills. On a stanine scale, “Rateg” thought, it would probably be a 2, perhaps a 3. One other boy could be seen trying to impress the other boys by doing the exercises to perfection, while a third boy appeared patient and encouraging to his friend falling behind. A fourth boy did what he could for his exercises – he would be a clear 5 on a stanine scale – perfectly average.

This caused “Rateg” to remember Talik – a classmate of his from when they were 12. Talik was a scrawny boy – like that first boy in the park, Talik struggled, too, with flexibility and procedural memory. “Rateg” remembered how other classmates would mock Talik and seek out emotional reactions in him.

“It’s logical that some people, like you, should be on the lower end of the normal distribution in these matters. It is also logical that some people, like me, should be on the higher end,” one classmate had said to Talik.

Another one had said, “Logic dictates that if it were not for our society doing away with natural selection, you would never have survived this far. But was it logical for our society to interfere with natural selection?”

The logic of the classmates were sound, and “Rateg” felt protective of his friend. Yet, “Rateg”’s skills in logical skills were not so good to find immediate counter-arguments. Despite how much Talik seemed to try to control his facial expressions, it was clear that Talik could not regulate his emotions fully. He struggled.

“Rateg” was at this age also not fully developed in putting a lid on his emotions and containing them deep within, and that caused him to empathize with his friend. As such, it was uncomfortable for “Rateg” to be around Talik when the classmates would taunt him. Was it not then the logical thing to remove himself from the exchange?

That’s how “Rateg” had reasoned. He left his friend. Talik was to face his tormentors alone.

Around the same time, “Rateg” began classes in suus mahna. He quickly found himself on the higher end of the normal distribution in how well he did. Only years later would “Rateg” confess to himself that it had pleased him that he would never have to suffer Talik’s fate.

What had come of Talik? After that exchange when “Rateg” left Talik to his tormentors, Talik and “Rateg” would not speak as much with one another. Back then, “Rateg” put it to logic. There was no logical reason for them to speak when they did not need to. They spoke sometimes of classwork, groupwork, and so on, but never again of such themes that they before, as friends, had done. Matters of philosophy, family, and so on, were never again spoken of.

Kastarak must have hurt Talik, yet he was not Talik’s tormentor. But perhaps, he had done the greater dishonour upon his friend. Metaphorically speaking, “Rateg” had, after all, left Talik lying on the ground.

And now, Talik was most likely dead, along with his tormentors. “Rateg” would never have the chance to seek to rectify the dishonour, and help his friend. He will never be able to say that he was wrong in leaving him, or – even how un-Vulcan it would be – apologize for his decision.

“Rateg” thought of Talik, and, for a millisecond, he saw Talik’s boyish face on the struggling boy in the park. “Rateg”’s heart jumped. Before he purged his emotions of sadness and guilt, “Rateg” looked at the boy in the park once more, and found peace in that the boy had an encouraging and patient friend, one that Talik did not have.

–“Rateg” (Dr Kastarak)

Tinker noticed what the doctor was looking at as they walked along. He felt that the boys in the park were of different levels and some were tormenting while others were accepting and more patient with the weaker boy. He looked momentarily at Rateg noting some odd emotions from him but did not want to call it out in present company.
Pawl gave the weaker boy a boost of encouragement from his thoughts where he was. Basically giving the feeling he could do it. basically giving the boy there were others that new he could do this. As they slowly moved out of sight of the boy. He felt pride at the boy for giving it his all.

Tinker - (Pawl Batario- Jo Engineer officer)

Suddenly, the weaker boy in the group seemed more cheerful, and exchanged laughters with his encouraging and patient friend. What had happened? How had that happened? Seeing this, “Rateg” sensed a relief, and decided to purge all feelings for now relating to this incident and his memories of Talik.

After establishing a serene state of mind once more, “Rateg” caught a glimse of “Tinker”, and he sensed, within, slightly telepathically, that “Tinker” had interfered, albeit in a subtle manner. “Rateg” also sensed an aspect of the pride and empathy that “Tinker” experienced.

“Rateg” nodded appreciatively to “Tinker”. Perhaps “Tinker” would understand that “Rateg” knew what had happened. He trusted that.

– “Rateg” (Ens/Dr Kastarak)

Chris stopped to make sure he was going on the right direction and saw the two crewmen looking at some boys being rude to another one. He hated seeing that and how cruel children from any planet can be but they had to be somewhere. Chris walked over to them and whispered. “Gentlemen. I know it sucks, but we cannot afford to bring attention to ourselves and we have to get to that ship. Let’s go.” Chris didn’t wait for an answer and turned and started walking again having no idea that Pawl helped the boy.

Chris

“Sorry, Chris it’s been a bit since I have seen such displays.” As he followed on after chris. “I thought some of us were now beyond such failings.” Tinker said with a straight face. As he looked down the way. “I believe there is a coffee shop over there.” as he casually pointed to the small corner business to the right of they were.
Tinker Jo Eng - (Pawl Batario)

“It’s fine. I thought so too.” Chris sighed. “But we have to keep moving.”

Symar had been keeping silent throughout the course of the mission, he was not looking forward to seeing some of his own… ‘adoptive’ species again; he knew that would take some explaining once the rest of the crew found out his true, half-Romulan identity, but for now, he kept the Vulcan visage alive as best he could, “Much as I understand it is important for some species to keep hydrated where possible, I must agree with the Captain, it is most logical to get to the ship as soon as possible.”

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

“Rateg” hastily stopped watching the boys and began walking again in the general direction.

“Agreed, most logical, indeed.”

And that was the end of it.

– “Rateg” (Ens Dr Kastarak)

Blaze landed on the ground from a tree next to the captain “the way up is very clear most of the security teams are by the main bars and will not hear the alarm when we trip it and I can put a 24 hour virus in their com system to prevent them from communicating with their other teams and talking to their security teams in orbit”

Lt. Alexander Blaze (Wiseman)

Chris jumped a bit. “What the heck man?! Don’t do that.” Chris listened to him while Will spoke.

William stopped just behind the Captain, hands clasped behind his back, he hardly seemed winded after their walk “Unless Risan Security work in 24 hour shifts I doubt we’ll have more than an hour or two” He said it matter-of-factly, not as an admonition “But I suspect those few hours will be useful in covering our tracks”

William Grey -

“I agree with Will. Do what you need to Blaze but everyone needs to understand we have an hour tops.”

“Perhaps one of us should stay behind in the more populated areas. as a way of maintaining cover?”

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

Chris looked at Symar. “Then how would we get that person on the ship? We wouldn’t have time to beam them up while we’re escaping.”

Chris

‘That is.. certainly a conundrum.’

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

In his mind, Kastarak found it incredulous that there now appeared as if there were no plans whatsoever as how to get hold of a super-secret Romulan ship – a ship that, to Kastarak’s knowledge, was most likely also cloaked.

Has sanity taken leave of everyone involved? The situation called for logic. Being knowledgeable about the logic-ness of the logic-masking Symar, Kastarak felt compelled (the situation was so strong it was an actual feeling, which he not purge, because he thought it might help him analyse the situation) to seek logical counsel from T’Aria.

He walked up to her (he had been a few metres behind her), and joined her on her right side. He whispered to her, in colloquial Vulcan, “Might we speak privately? I have concerns over our endeavour’s success”, hoping the sound would be too low for any universal translators to pick up on and relay back.

– “Rateg” (Dr/Ens Kastarak)

“Is there a problem Rateg?” Symar had been standing close to the other two Vulcans and knew enough about the colloquial language of his ancestors to pick up what was going on.

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

Lying would be illogical, perhaps Kastarak could convince his colleague and manager.

“Yes,” he whispered in Vulcan, “there is no plan as to how to take the ship. It would be illogical to proceed without a plan. Perhaps, we, who have grown up on Vulcan, can contribute with some much needed logic in this situation. What is your take on it?”

– “Rateg” (Dr/Ens Kastarak)

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When Symar knew that only the three ‘Vulcan’ officers werre within hearing distance, he dropped the facade, “I for one am not looking forward to coming face to face with the people who made me what I am again,” he began, “But I’m happy to do what I can if I must.”

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

“Mmm…” hummed Kastarak, “It is understandable.” Kastarak knew of Symar’s trauma and illogic. He sensed empathy for Symar within himself, but did not act upon it other than replying this simply. Symar’s “but…” seemed sincere and honest, and there was no reason to doubt Symar at this point. He was an able officer, and while he was one-without-logic, Symar was not alone in that. Most of the crew was like that, and they were perfectly able officers too.

– “Rateg” (Dr/Ens Kastarak)

“Come on,” Symar said quickly, “We better fall back in step before people notice we’re lagging behind.”

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

William eyed the three Vulcan officers having a discussion in private, if it had been a discussion between the Ensign and the Chief Doctor he might have involved himself but seeing as T’aria was the one being conversed with he saw no point in butting in as his other half would put it “We should prepare the main course of action now..” He hesitated at not referring to the Captain by his rank, he did however not use the nicknames the other officers had decided upon, there was a limit to how much silliness he would tolerate “I’m assuming that you have a plan for once we’re inside the secure area” There was no question in his mind there was, it would undoubtedly be foolhardy and ridiculous but somehow work, Taggarts plans usually had those elements and still worked.

William Grey


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