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Side Sim: Memories One - Lieutenant Ruby's Office (Tag: Medical and CO))

Posted Nov. 7, 2022, 6:32 a.m. by 2nd Lieutenant Laju Eghimea (Security Officer) (M Lyon)

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Memories 1

“It was after our annual track meet,” Eghimea explained in her same monotone voice. She was sitting in her favorite chair within Lieutenant Ruby’s office.

There wasn’t anything special about this chair over the other. But for Eghimea, it had just become second nature for her. Each time they would meet, she would walk into the office. Take a moment to allow her eyes to take in her surroundings before taking her seat in the right-side chair. Once settled into her chair, her posture would start off rigid then slowly slip as the conversations would continue. There were times when that military rigidness would snap back, and times when Eghimea simply couldn’t hold it up any longer.

“I remember seeing the families walking with their kids away from the field. The mood was pretty joyous, because there were so many records broken that day. So many promising new cadets. So many people were happy, so many but not my father….” Eghimea continued as she described the events that unfolded over a decade ago.

The blow rang out, leaving a thunderous ringing in Eghimea’s ear and a sharp stinging on the side of her head. The blow knocked her off balance as she toppled to the ground. “Did you think I wouldn’t be able to tell,” her father, Commander Laju Buln, barked.

“He was so angry with me,” she said trying to hold back the frown. “He was accusing me of intentionally allowing someone to beat me in one of the races….” Her frown slipped through as she looked down slightly, “it wasn’t just any race. It was one I was highly favored to excel at….”

Stepping forward as he drove his foot into her side. The blow sent the air in her lungs exploding out of her mouth. “Is that what the Prophets want for us. To be less than what they have in store for us,” he continued to bark at her while kicking her again. “Is that what the Emissary has taught us!

She shifted slightly in her chair, “I know why he was mad at me. Being a Laju was completely different than any other family in Kendra. We all lived under those expectations that were formed during the war….”

As she struggled back to her hands and knees, he kicked her in the side again. “Damnit Eghimea! How many times have I told you. Bajor stands on her own, this was the words of the Emissary himself! The very wishes of the Prophets. She can’t stand if we are too weak to support her. That means pushing ourselves further than our limits! Never giving up!” Driving his foot in to her side again as the anger filled his voice, “and that means never allowing someone to beat us!”

Her left leg started to bounce rapidly as she leaned forward in her chair, “I am not sure what made him angrier, that I lost, or…”

Buln turned to Breeje, “were you aware that she was going to allow that human boy to beat her?”

Eghimea fell silent for a moment, as if unwilling or unable to put her own words to what her narrative story was showing Sheleah. After a moment, her story continued….

Shaking his head, Breeje answered plainly, “no father.” Looking in to her eyes, she could see the disappointment he had for her as he continued, “this was all her own doing.”

There was a slight sad smile that crossed her lips as she looked at Sheleah. There was a sense of darkness in her eyes as she spoke, “never again did I allow anyone to beat me.” From that darkness rose a look of absolute devotion as she continued, “not in races or any other contest. Regardless of the personal cost to myself, I would never disappoint my family or the Prophets again. It was a promise I made to myself that day.”

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By now Sheleah wished she could say that the manner in which people presented themselves, broken by their upbringing, had ceased to surprise her but, she couldn’t. Who had ever heard of a father doing something like that.

‘Well, there was the klingon culture.’ she thought as she listened and watched Eghimea.

“Disappointment and being disappointed is a part of life though and it’s something you’re going to have to learn to cope with to become a well rounded person. This is an extreme example I’m guessing.”

  • Sheleah, CNS/DO

Eghimea listened carefully as Sheleah spoke. She tried to take in every expression and the slightest of movements as she continued to learn Sheleah’s mannerisms. It had been a few months now, and Eghimea finally felt comfortable speaking to the alien; ‘person’ she corrected herself. Sheleah wasn’t like the other aliens aboard this ship. There was a sense of understanding or maybe that was just her job.

‘What am I to her,’ she wondered of Sheleah’s inner thoughts. ‘What does she see in me,’ Eghimea questioned as she set there for a moment in silence allowing Sheleah’s words to grow.

‘I feel normal,’ Eghimea thought holding herself to the fictitious scale that she assumed Sheleah was using. ‘I am a well-rounded officer,’ her mind continued to work over the statement. A few months ago, Eghimea would have allowed the statement to wash off her back, considering the source of some uninformed alien. But Sheleah was more than just some alien, Sheleah listened to her. ‘Still,’ she continued to wonder, ‘what does she see when she looks at me?’

Speaking in a sincere tone, “I understand how that might seem extreme to you.” She paused unexpectedly, still unsure what to do with Sheleah’s statement. ‘Was this intentional,’ she wondered. Taking in a deep breath, ‘what does she want from me.’ Letting her breath out in defeat, “it’s hard sometimes,” she finally admitted.

She shifted nervously in her chair, “I want to show you that I am a well-rounded person, that I am as normal as you or anyone else is. Often, I find myself confused as to what you want to hear or see from me. Despite my father’s faults, in his eyes, one never had to guess what was expected of them.”

She planted both hands on the arm rests of the chair and pushed herself up and pivoted on her heels. “You said, ‘This is an extreme example I’m guessing’, She said effortlessly perfectly matching the pitch and tone of Sheleah’s statement.

She started to pace between the chairs and where Sheleah was sitting, “am I supposed to defend my father’s actions and explain how this was not extreme. That this was normal for my brother and I,” she pondered. Her perfect monotone voice started to slip as she continued, “but that wouldn’t be the entire truth, nor would it be an excuse by some battered child in defense of their abuser,” she protested shaking her head.

“It wasn’t extreme for us OR the other families where I grew up,” she said almost in a whisper. The sense of sadness in her voice not quite hidden as she continued. “While children in the capital were playing on Federation built playgrounds, we were learning how to use camouflage and maintain phasers that were stolen or bought on the black-market. But we were just as normal as the kids who grew up in the capital.”

She turned to Sheleah bearing not only the wetness in her eyes but the pain on her normally concealed face, “I know it wasn’t right,” she said. Her mind unwilling to pose the question which lingered in her thoughts, ‘Does that also make me not right?’ Her words failed her as she opened her mouth, but nothing came out. The obvious question slipped across her face like some scarlet letter for all to see, and to judge her.

Frustrated, Eghimea flopped back into her favorite chair. Bringing her hands up, her face slipped into their concealing embrace as she whimpered, “I don’t know what you want to hear.”

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Sheleah had watched Eghimea during all of this allowing her to move about and cry as she needed to. Those things were just as important as her thoughts and words.

“You need to honest and be yourself. You need to find that person and be that person because, that’s the one that is going to survive on this ship”

  • Sheleah, CNS/DO

Eghimea held her face, feeling her hands slowly becoming wet. There were no sobs, or loud crying, just the pain and soft tears. She listened silently as Sheleah spoke and couldn’t believe her ears. ‘Honesty,’ she thought as she mocked at the very word from someone in Star Fleet.

“You speak of honesty,” her pained voice dripped with venom. The same way a wounded animal would lash out at someone trying to help it. Her voice slipped into silence as she rose from her chair. ‘Do I leave,’ she wondered as her emotions ran unchecked. “You have no idea what you are asking or even suggesting,” she said walking towards the door. Her voice filled with the conflict and confusion that was being painted across her face. ‘No, you can’t run from this,’ she reminded herself then stopped halfway towards the door.

She turned half back towards Sheleah as she clinched her fist. Her mind and heart filled with anger that fueled the emotions of her voice. “I have been nothing but honest with everything I do or say with you. It’s not like I can ignore them, even if I wanted to! Each passing moment of my life played before my mind’s eye,” she said as she placed her clinched fist against the side of her head. “Regardless of if I desired to see them or not,” she admitted.

She half laughed and turned to face the wall. Her eyes were filled with the ghostly distorted image of a broken sad woman. Eghimea couldn’t even recognize the woman in the wall. Taking a step towards the wall, she continued, “in my nightmares, I can still see the fear in Doctor Knight’s eyes on my first day aboard.” As she spoke, she ran a finger over the blurred reflection. “You speak of survival on this ship,” she stated then turned her head to Sheleah and asked, “why do I deserve to survive after all that I’ve done?”

The tears returned as her face wore the shame she carried. “I remember the Captain’s words,” she said. Then a moment later recited his words, matching his pitch and tone perfectly, “Do not fail me again.” She fell silent for a moment before adding, “how can I not fail him again,” she snorted.

“I feel as if everything that defined me has been burned away, that I am lost, exiled beyond were even faith can save me,” her tears returned. Her heart continued to pound in her chest as if it would explode, covering the twisted image of the woman in the wall. ‘What a merciful end to a sad creature,’ she thought in pity.

Her voice filled with anger once more as the tears streamed down her face, “truth is, just like the Captain, I failed them.” Hatred filled her mind and eyes as she glared at that sad pathetic woman in the wall.

Her anger rose as her knuckles turned white. “I will keep failing, just like I did them. You want to know what the truth is,” Her emotions rumbled deep within her. That rage drove her heart to such a pounding pace that Eghimea was sure that Sheleah could hear it from across the room. “The truth is,” her voice growing louder as she spoke till it hit a violent scream, “I KILLED THEM!” She lunged at the wall; at the pathetic woman she saw before her eyes.

The impact was as powerful as her scream filled the room. And for all the rage and anger that fueled that attack, the wall was unyielding. Her fist impacted it with the sound of bones crushing under the force. Blood smeared the wall from where her fist landed. She turned and slid down the wall finally sobbing, “I killed them all.” She came to a rest with her back against the wall, and her broken hand resting uselessly next to her. “Everything is hollow, everything has withered,” she whimpered then added, “I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

  • 2nd Lieutenant Laju Eghimea

By the time Eghimeah had slipped to the floor Sheleah had already put in a silent call to Medical and forwarded a recommendation that Eghimea be put on light duty for a couple of days. Quietly she walked to Eghimea’s side and stood over her.

Eghimea didn’t look up as she heard Sheleah walking over towards her. There were a wave of emotions slamming against her as the storm raged on within her heart. She wanted, ‘no, need’ she thought, ‘I need, something.’ Her mind and heart were in pain and torn. But she couldn’t truthfully say what it was that she needed. When the footsteps stopped just short of her, Eghimea looked up at the woman whom she just ripped her soul apart before. She felt so small and helpless before this woman.

The tears that welled up and ran trails down her face burned her eyes. The only anchor she had to this moment was the building pain from her shattered hand. Her eyes slowly looked downward from Sheleah and to her hand. She could see the blood, the broken bones ripping through torn skin.

“You are second Lieutenant Laju Eghimea and only you know what that means to you. Not to your father, not to any member of your family, or even Captain Knight. I am here to help that person, not to give you your last rites. I will see you again after you’ve had your hand fixed. As of right now, I think you need two days off duty.” she said quietly.

  • Sheleah, CNS/DO

Eghimea continued to look at her hand with grave disappointment growing in her heart. ‘I am Second Lieutenant Laju Eghimea. Member of the Bajoran StarGuard,’ she thought. She allowed her emotions to get the better of her.

Her heart sank even further at Sheleah’s last statement. ‘Two days off duty,’ she silently protested as she shook her head. She couldn’t deny once more how she had failed. ‘I had just been cleared for limited duty last week,’ she thought as the disappointment continued to grow in her heart. While she still wasn’t allowed to carry a weapon, she was allowed to perform limited duty in the Security Office.

She felt, once more like everything she had worked towards had been washed away by another emotional outburst.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. Her voice broken and filled with guilt of failure. Her statement also left the obvious, for failing you, unspoken.

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In this case Sheleah had a feeling that there wasn’t anything she could say to fix this particular situation so, until medical got there, she brought out the emergency first aid kit and did everything she could to ten to Eghimea’s mangled hand. She had a fleeting thought, glad that Rex wasn’t there that day. He might have taken Eghimea’s action as aggressive.

  • Sheleah, CNS/DO

Eghimea tilted her head to the side as she watched Sheleah kneel next to her with the emergency first aid kit. With her good hand she wiped the tears from her eyes and face. “I was always jealous of my brother,” she said softly. It was a truth that she had never confided in anyone till this moment. “Everyone loved and looked up to him,” she continued. “It bore the legacy of his namesake so effortlessly,” her voice a mere whisper. Her eyes watching as if even ghosts might notice her confession. “I loved him,” she said with a grief filled laugh. “But he made being the perfect officer look so easy,” her eyes shifted down at Sheleah continued to work on her hand. She reached up and touched the side of Sheleah’s face with all the gentleness she could, “please say something,” she begged.

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