Posted Oct. 2, 2022, 8:26 p.m. by Ensign Kovan ch'Sirhc (Engineering & Communications Officer) (Abigail G)
Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Never Cross Your Investigative Partner (Tag Kovan)
Posted by Ensign Kovan ch’Sirhc (Engineering & Communications Officer) in Never Cross Your Investigative Partner (Tag Kovan)
Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Never Cross Your Investigative Partner (Tag Kovan)
After picking up the captain’s breakfast and compiling the morning reports for her meeting, Rand returned to their quarters and sat down at the computer. She wanted to get as much work done as possible. She finally felt like she was making a dent in the back log. She was making her way through reports and inquiries from the month that Roman had been in sickbay after he’d been attacked. There was so much back log. It wasn’t a lot of effort to take those reports and compress them and send them off to command. Some inquiries were simply a matter of attached extra documents that had been forgotten or double checking numbers.Finally Rand came across an unusual request, because it didn’t happen often and not the type of request, for a witness account report to be resubmitted. Rand pulled it up…it was for one Ensign Kovan ch’Sirhc concerning his eye witness of the attack on Cmdr Roman Alden. Rand had to sit there a moment before that sank in. Kovan had not been in the lab when the machine malfunctioned. Then she opened it and read it to see what was wrong with it.
What was wrong was it wasn’t detailed enough. Not for command to use as evidence in a trial. Kovan had been rather flippant. It was not detailed enough for her. As she read, ice seeped into her body and she felt the need to be sick. She rushed into the bathroom. Long minutes passed before she returned to the computer, dutifully like a robot, transferred the report to her PaDD. Roman had been shot, twice, by the assassin. Kovan knew....RANDY knew. No one told her....Rand pulled up the other incident reports and ship’s logs. Scanning them, Rand’s hands began to shake, her ears roaring painfully and the edges of her vision went black, then red, and then black again. Roman had been treated for the wounds several times a day, he’d....he’d had an infection and been given medication. He…he’d been in sickbay alone. Irrationally all she could think of was she’d promised to go with him whenever he had to be in sickbay…and she wasn’t. She hadn’t been there…she’d been confined to sickbay at the time, she could have been. She had no work, no duty shifts, nothing to stop her from being there....
She picked up her PaDD, straightened her uniform and took a bracing breath before heading to engineering to find Kovan. Randy was coming down the corridor. “Hey Rand!”
“Rach gu ifrinn, Randall!”
“Whoa! What’s going on?”
Rand glared at him. “Nothing. I have work to do.” She turned her PaDD around, “Like getting Kovan’s report on Cmdr Alden being shot fixed and ready for trial.”
Rand appeared in engineering and was pointed the way to where Kovan was working. She stood there quietly a moment while he finished what he was doing. Her face carefully blank trying to decide if she was hurt or mad.
Rand
Kovan knew the moment Rand stepped into engineering and heard her approach. He quickly finished his work on a broken power coupling then documented his repairs on an engineering PaDD. What was strange, he thought as he typed the last line of his report, was that Rand didn’t greet him. It was unusual that she would approach him and say nothing at all. Curious, he turned to face her, only to hesitate. Something was wrong. Rand had a strange look upon her face that turned his stomach cold. “What can I do for you, Rand?” Kovan said, trying for casual.
Kovan
There was no persona to fall back on. She couldn’t remember them. There was no part of her, real or fake to call upon and make herself not care. There was only duty and what she was supposed to do. It was the only way she was useful to anyone apparently, duty. It’s all she had, and she would serve. That’s what she signed up for. The three people that mattered the most to her had lied to her. She pulled the disk from the storage compartment of her PaDD and held it out to him. She worked hard to keep her voice very calm and professional. She worded her statements carefully. She wanted…she needed Kovan to know she was aware of the lie of omission. “A report you filed as an eye witness to the 2nd assassination attempt on Cmdr Alden was returned for being insufficient. They need a detailed account of the events to use as testimony to prosecute. Or you can opt to appear in person. Please return it as soon as possible.”
Rand
Oh no. Please, Kovan mentally begged, please anything but this. Curse this meager mortal existance. Kovan never wanted to lie to Rand. He fought against the commander’s decision to keep the truth from Rand. Kovan knew he could never lie to her face. Could not keep her from the truth. This outcome was ineveitable after all. Only a matter of time before the lie came to light and someone got hurt.
“Rand. . .” Kovan frowned at the tools still in his hands. An apology lingered on his tongue but Kovan never learned how to say those words. Instead he said, “I wanted to tell you.” But wasn’t that far more pathetic of statement. What did it matter now? Kovan tried again, “Alden argued that it was in your best interest. He didn’t want to cause you undue stress. . . I shouldn’t have listened.”
The data chip felt heavy when he took it. “I’ll. . . I’ll get this back to you.” Kovan said, “As soon as possible.”
Kovan
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