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Main sim - Xandra in Medical per CAG

Posted March 21, 2019, 3:49 a.m. by Lieutenant Alexandra "Little Sehlat" Primage (Pilot. Grn Squad Ldr) (Melissa Aragon)

Posted by Captain Sidney Parker (Commanding Officer) in Main sim - Xandra in Medical per CAG

Posted by Lieutenant Alexandra “Little Sehlat” Primage (Pilot. Grn Squad Ldr) in Main sim - Xandra in Medical per CAG

Posted by Lieutenant Alexandra “Little Sehlat” Primage (Pilot. Grn Squad Ldr) in Main sim - Xandra in Medical per CAG
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“You are free to feel anyway you want. That’s the point isn’t it. There is no wrong way to feel. It’s ok to be upset and even confused. Recognizing that and admitting that is the best way to get past this.” He answered calmly in his even English tone.

Doolittle

Xandra laughed and shook her head. “Of course… feel any way I want. But you DO know there is a wrong way to feel. I think I will simply remain unsure about what truly happened. And I will retrain myself on the ships and shuttles. Whatever may have temporarily addled my mind in the last few cycles, I can clear and move beyond. And soon, when Ric is satisfied I am well, I will return to my duties as Squad Leader.”

She sighed and leaned back in her chair. “Ric will never trust me again....” she half murmured. “I couldn’t remember, for a single away mission, what ship I was one. How can he have faith in me doing what I need when I’m alone?”

Xandra
Pilot

“The question is not if Ric or anyone else trust you. Do you trust yourself?” Doolittle asked.

Doolittle

She shook her head and looked back out the window. “I don’t think I trust my answer, even if I could come up with one. I thought I trusted myself just a few hours ago. And I was wrong. So if I have to answer now… I would say ‘No’.”

Xandra

The Counselor had mad his way down to Sickbay to visit Stephanie, but found a nurse had taken her to the lounge for lunch. Overhearing the exchange between Xandra and Doolittle, Trevor approached the pair.

“Everything okay?” The Counselor asked, focusing his attention on the pilot.

CNS

Xandra nodded and was about to speak when Doolittle asked his question.

Doolittle, being very egocentric, did not like his commanding officer interrupting him but knew he had nothing to say about it. So he ignored him.

“What do you think is necessary for you to trust yourself?” He asked as if the CNS had not walked up.

Doolittle (slightly arrogant and self assured English snob)

Trevor smiled to himself and let out an internal chuckle. Doolittle’s reputation certainly preceded him. The Counselor turned to the Pilot but remained silent, only raising a brow to see her response.

CNS

Xandra had sat up and taken notice of the CNS when he arrived. The blatent disregard of him by Doolittle was a bit off putting. Had he been ‘her’ subordinate, she would have pulled him aside and had a word right then and there. The fact eh CNS let him continue made her curious about their dynamic.

But it was Doolittle’s question which kept her from wondering for too long. “To have me say I trust myself? How about NOT mistaking the spacecraft I am on. Not asking permission to do things the ship obviously isn’t capable of doing. I would say Ric clearing me to fly, and me managing ‘not’ to screw up would probably go a long way to trusting myself again.” She tried to laugh and make light of it, but it came out a half choked gasp and she bit her lip a moment when she heard how it sounded.

Xandra
Pilot (grounded)

Give him time and Doolittle could really make progress with her. He needed to consult with the CNS. However it was clear to him that Xandra lacked her own independent personality. Who she was, even down to her psychiatric make up, was dependent on her view of her job. Many people did this but so far he was detecting a very distinct difference at the level she associated herself to her pilot persona.

“We can’t work through it all in one session. Would you be willing to meet with me again?” He asked.

Doolittle

Xandra shrugged with a half sincere sound that tried to be a laugh. “I can’t leave here till Ric arrived. And I can’t fly till you approve. So saying ‘no’ would be problematic answer. Just tell me when. It’s so much easier than take pleasantries,” she rolled her head slightly. “Don’t you think?”

She then looked up at the CNS. “Forgive me, Sir. I’m fine physically, if that’s your query. Mentally, apparently I not only forgot which transport I was on with the CAG, but also can’t seem to believe I was so reckless. Ric has ordered me to remain here in sickbay till his return. I think he’s unhappy that medical cleared me when apparently I’m ‘not’ fine… Sir.” There was no malice or contempt in her voice. She merely gave up the facts that led her to this moment.

Xandra
Pilot (grounded)


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