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Ensign Laju Eghimea, Reporting Sir! (Checking In, Out-Side Lieutenant Forgrave's office)

Posted April 14, 2022, 5:49 p.m. by Lieutenant Issac Forgrave (Chief of Security) (William Deaton)

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Stardate: 2398040.7

The ship was large, far larger than she was used to. Glancing around at this bright and clean ship around her, she felt so small within its vast corridors. It was almost alien to her, but this was going to be her new home for the foreseeable future. She frowned as she drew in a breath through her nose. Even the air aboard a Federation ship smelled clean. Still, she had never seen a ship like this one before. Sure, she had visited Deep Space Nine as a little girl, and saw a large collection of ships there, but none this large. She wondered if it were more like a city in space than a ship. That was the feeling she had as a little girl, and now she was a grown woman and even still she was impressed by the ship.

She half wondered how the Space Guard would fair if they had such large warships under their command. She wondered if they would still need Star Fleet to patrol their region of space if they had such ships like the Viking. She couldn’t help but be filled with pride as the Space Guard would parade such ships before a grateful people of Bajor. The Bajoran Space Guard Fleet was all that remained of the once proud Bajoran Militia. When Bajor joined the Federation, most of the best and brightest cadets went off to join Star Fleet. Her frown held as a wave of bitterness washed over her. She resented them for joining Star Fleet instead of protecting Bajor. Now the defense of Bajor had been left in the hands of loyalists like herself.

‘Who am I to be bitter, now,’ she wondered as she stood waiting to be received by her new Commander. She let out a soft sigh of defeat as she had now joined the ranks of those who had abandoned Bajor and the Militia. ‘No,’ she thought. She hadn’t abandoned Bajor. Instead, she had been exiled to this ship, to Star Fleet. Her frown deepened, her crime, she felt her heart ache, she had survived.

‘No,’ her mind snapped her back to her military protocols. she wouldn’t allow her baggage to embarrass her family, or her settlement. She was Laju, and that meant something.

Ensign Laju stood at ease outside the door to Lieutenant Forgrave’s office. She had arrived only an hour ago, but the ship was so large for her that finding her way here had been more difficult than she had first expected.

She hadn’t been late of course, her orders from Colonel Zadu had her on the next supply ship. He had suggested that she take a few months off, to return home. To heal and recover. She had tried.... She really did. But she couldn’t just sit at home. Not anymore. It took some coaxing, bribing, and downright threatening to get her on the next supply ship to this....the USS Viking.

‘Eghinea,’ the voice echoed in her memories. The past, her past, invaded her world as she closed her eyes and allowed herself a moment to remember him.

‘Yes, Lieutenant’ her own voice echoed in her mind as the scene continued to play out in her memories.

‘You can drop the official talk. We are off duty,’ Breeje said with a smile. ‘Father wants to know if you will be returning home after this patrol,’ the Bajoran officer asked softly. He took two steps from his small desk to his bunk and set down, ‘Eghinea, you are about to be an aunt.’ The small room, his room, was the only single bunked room aboard their small Kendra Class Corvette. And this room belonged to her Commanding Officer, Lieutenant Laju Breeje, who happened to be her brother. For that matter, nearly half of the seventy-five crewmembers were blood related in some manner or fashion.

‘Sir,’ she said holding on to her military tradition. ‘I have trials in less than a month, I have to continue to practice and train,’ she protested.

He laughed, ‘Eghimea, you will pass your trials and if I know father, you will have your own command in a couple of years.’ He waved his hand, ‘now, don’t make me make this an order. Return with me after the patrol and get ready to become an aunt.’ There was that smile she had always hated. That smile that told her that he would have his way.

She rolled her eyes, ‘fine,’ she moved to take a step, ‘I need to return to the bridge,’ she paused then ensured she made her last word clear, ‘Sir.’

Issac sat at his desk, catching up on the endless paperwork that was an inextricable part of his job. He was expecting Ensign Laju, but only had a vague time-frame as opposed to a specific time. But that was fine; it gave him more time and opportunity to review the new officer’s file. So far, he certainly liked what he saw, but it was hard to present a full view in paper (so to speak).

The hissing sound of the door next to her snapped her back to the moment. She felt a hint of chill on her cheek and quickly wiped the tear from her face before snapping to attention. She waited to be called upon by her new commanding officer.

(OOC: I edited in a stardate to flow with the background I just posted)

A soft chime roused Forgrave from his thoughts, and he glanced at the small screen hidden under his desk; revealing the Ensign in question standing at attention outside of his office door. He couldn’t help but grin slightly; Issac tended towards informality, and he couldn’t imagine himself standing at attention outside of a closed door. That thought didn’t color his perception of the woman at all, but it matched well with the perception he had started forming from her file. Smiling, he keyed the door open.

“Come in please.”

Hearing the command, ‘hardly a command voice’, she thought as she turned sharply and entered the office. Her movements were sharped and her stride a steady twelve to the front and six to the rear. She stopped dead center “Ensign Laju Eghimea, reporting as ordered,” she said handing her datapad for him to accept. Her only hope was that he would overlook the fact that her actual reporting date wasn’t for some four months from now.

Before him stood a Bajoran female with short cut brown hair. Lacking her quarters, the moment she stepped off the shuttle, she found a bathroom and changed from her travel clothes to her Dress Uniform. She took extra time to clean up the bast she could in the sink, and to make herself look as best as she could. This was the moment she had spent waiting for since she left Bajor. She wouldn’t embarrass the Star Guard, the Bajoran Military Academy or her family. Even taking a few extra moments to make sure her brass was polished, as well as her standard issue Bajoran Phaser. Though there was one thing missing from her uniform. Despite her best effort, she couldn’t bring herself to place her Star Fleet Medal of Commendation on her uniform. Despite what was said, she knew the truth. She didn’t deserve it. She left it in her lone suitcase along with everything else she brought with her.

Issac stood behind his desk as Eghimea entered, smiling slightly as he waved a hand towards one of the chairs positioned in front of his desk. “Welcome; please feel free ta have a seat. Can I offer ya coffee, or anything else from the replicator?”

Stepping into the Chief’s office, Eghimea would find a space roughly twice as long as it was wide. On the left wall, there was a large shelf, filled with various devices and odds and ends, some in protective casing. Further away from the door on the same wall was a large screen, currently powered down and black. On the wall opposite the door was a larger screen, almost taking up the entire wall with a cutaway view of the Viking showing its current status. On the right wall near the door was an abstract painting with vibrant primary colors. (Genesis, Leonardo Nierman) Further along the wall was a large L-shaped desk, with the short end butted up to the wall and closer to the door. Set into the wall above the short end was a standard replicator. Across from the desk were two simple chairs. On the far end of the right wall away from the door was a narrow metal cabinet; approximately head-high and with closed doors. The security chief himself was a sturdily built, if average-sized man in his early thirties. His hair was cut razor-short; except for a thick, neatly groomed mustache. His accent was distinct; words blending together slightly in a deep southern drawl.

Forgrave, CoS

She stood there at attention with her eyes focused a head of her as he made his kind offer. “Thank you, Sir,” Eghimea said as she moved to the chair to her left and took her seat. Her back straight, and still holding that level of military professionalism that was drilled into her at the Academy.

It had broken her heart when she learned that her class was going to be the last class before the entire facility would be handed over to Star Fleet. Once more, she watched the Bajoran Government slowly dismantling the very organization that had won Bajor’s independence. All that remained of the Militia was the Star Guard, and even they had to be partially funded by families like her own. And yet, here she was, reporting to a man who was a member of the very organization that was destroying her family’s heritage. ‘What a cruel joke,’ she thought of her Colonel Zado’s orders that brought her to this place.

“Thank you,” she said shapely with a slight shake of her head. “But I am fine,” she added. She set there waiting for him to review her orders. She didn’t feel any excitement to be here, but this is where she was ordered to be, and she would serve with pride. But so much more than that, it would keep her mind and dreams occupied with, other things.

Ensign Laju Eghimea

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Forgrave took his own seat at the same time, and briefly scanned the orders that she had handed over. It was a formality, but an important one. A moment later, he nodded to himself and signed his authorization before laying the PaDD to the side on his desk. He took another moment to look over the Ensign, considering what little he knew of the woman. It was obvious she had taken time to polish up her appearance; and he thought she seemed a bit nervous - though he wasn’t sure; it was simply a guess based on her rigid posture. The scarring on her right side was impossible to miss, but Issac didn’t let his eyes linger on the burns.

“Yer free ta relax, or be ‘at ease’ if you’d like, Ensign. Y’ain’t on trial here or nothing - I’ll admit I got some questions fer ya, but unless I deeply misread yer file, you got nothing ta worry about today. I’m more interested in gettin’ ta know ya a bit better than what your file permits - what yer goals are, yer thoughts on this posting and all that mess; as well as answer any questions ya got. But fer starters, I ain’t real familiar with Bajoran names; if I pronounce yours wrong, I insist you correct me - I won’t take offense. And on that note, do you have a preference on what ya go by - Laju; Eghimea? Fer myself, Issac or Forgrave are both fine by me. Or Chief, I reckon.” Issac shrugged. “I ain’t picky.” His tone was casual and earnest, and he leaned back slightly in his chair as he waited politely for a reply, taking a sip from a steaming mug of coffee.

Eghimea set silently and listened carefully as her Department Head spoke. At his suggestion to relax, she only slightly relaxes. Just enough to set him on ease. She had long learned, sometimes painfully, that it was better not to deny a suggestion of a superior in conversations. As he spoke of her preferred name, she appeared thoughtful as if considering the question deeply. And in fact, she was. She never really cared about how she was address so she never gave it much thought. And now she had to. There was one thing she knew. She didn’t like the idea of anyone calling her Eghimea. She nodded and realized that she would have to explain that much.

“Sir, only my brother called me Eghimea. Even my mother and father addressed me by rank. At first it was Cadet Third Class, then much later when I earned my commission, it was Ensign Laju.” She paused a moment before adding, “Sir, with all due respect, I will answer what ever title or name you decide for me. If it is my choice, I worked very hard to earn my commission.”

Issac nodded. “Well, that’s easy enough, Ensign Laju. I can appreciate bein’ proud of what ya accomplished; and ya won’t hear no guff from me about it. Nor anyone else, if they know what’s good for ‘em.”

“And now that introductions have been started, how are you finding yourself today? You have any issues getting aboard, or finding yer way about? And have you make time to check in with medical and counseling? First day on a new ship is.... well, I always found it ta be a blasted mess. Got no idea where anything is, and everything is new an’ strange.” He shook his head gently at the nostalgia; it had never seemed to get easier, but he had learned to adapt with the repetition of it.

Forgrave, CoS

She listened carefully and debated on rather mentioning the large Klingon in the room. Security wasn’t her first choice. She mentally half laughed as she realized that none of the position that were offered were on her list. She wanted to pilot again. She wanted to fly like she had once flew. Sadly, there were no Helm positions so she choice Security. And that means being a Security Officer, in all aspects of her life. And like all things, she will do this to the very best of her ability. If for no other reason than to ensure that she gives a good representation of her family, Bajor, and the Star Guard.

She drew in a deep breath, “Sir with all due respect, I am sure you noticed my report date. In fact, my orders and transfer are not even supposed to be active right now. I had to purchase fake travel documents to move from Starbase to Starship just to reach her. I am not sure if anyone informed you, but once I arrived with these fake documents no one questioned me. In fact, the Deck Officer seemed more interested in arguing with the shuttle pilot about a shipment that wasn’t on the manifest than to properly inspect my documents.”

Forgrave’s eyebrows rose slightly, but he said nothing as he leaned further back in his chair, arms crossed.

She thought and choose her next words very carefully, “I won’t lie to you Sir. I didn’t do this to expose any weaknesses in the protocols aboard. Officially, I am supposed to be on a medical leave of absence.” She frowned as she spoke, “I can’t sit around and just do nothing. So, I decided to leave and report early. I completely expected to be stopped at the Hanger Deck. But I wasn’t. I believe you should know, so that proper corrections be made to ensure that who comes aboard are supposed to be here.”

A pensive expression took over the Security chief’s face as Laju continued her story, but still he remained silent, inviting her to go on.

She fell silent for a moment before adding, “beyond that, it is a lovely and large, well very large ship. I spent nearly an hour lost as I tried to make my way to your office.” She tilted her head slightly and blinked as it just dawned on her how her previous admission might have become a very big deal to the Head of Security. There was a sense that she had been pretty clever, and just maybe she might actually do pretty well as a security officer.

Ensign Laju Eghimea

Issac let the silence linger for a bit longer, his jaw clenching slightly. And then he couldn’t hold back any longer.

The stern facade cracked, and a wide smile took over before a loud bark of laughter erupted and he leaned forward in his chair, chuckling and shaking his head. He raised a hand to forestall any protests;

The confidence and unseen smile were eroded away by his laughter. She meant to raise question, but he had to have seen her intention and cut her off with a raise of his hand. Her military training kicking in and any desire for questions vanished from her lips and her mind. She set there silently as he resumed speaking.

it took him a moment to get his laughter under control before he could speak. “I’m sorry; please forgive me! I ain’t laughing at you or nothing, I promise. I’d actually intended ta ask ya about that date discrepancy and see what ya said, but ya beat me to it! And in a damn fine way, by my book. Layin’ it all out plain and true; no excuses or dithering. Exactly what I hoped from someone with yer references - no, better. I try ta be as honest as possible - I can’t stand lies and deception; though there’s times where that’s an inescapable part of our job.”

“And ta keep up with layin’ it all out on the table.... Well, we had a bit of a heads-up that you were headed this way. Or at least, Captain Rende put a quiet word out ta me and a few others - enough ta grease the wheels, so ta speak.” Issac smiled warmly at Laju, and grabbed a PaDD off of his desk, keying it to life and paging through it. “As far as those fake travel documents you mentioned.... They really ain’t half bad.” He set the PaDD back down, tapping it with a finger. “Likely would’a fooled anyone that weren’t paying close attention to ‘em, to be honest. If you find yerself with an interest in that sorta thing, we can definitely improve yer skills - I think NE Watanabe is one of our resident experts, though I might be mixing names.”

The revelation that her escape and subsequent arrival hadn’t been as clandestine as she had thought hit her like a punch in the gut. More than that, it didn’t take her long to realize who was behind the quiet alert. Though she didn’t fully understand how he knew she was coming to this ship or knew to contact this captain. Still, she had been commanded to silence and so she would remain that way.

Still, she had thought she was pretty clever in her escape from her ‘Doctor Nanny.” The reprogramming of her comm-badge to ensure that she wasn’t detected by the ships she had stowed away on, had seemed rather clever. Though there were ‘other prices’ to be paid along the way to get here. The worst had been that creep on the transport out of Starbase 23. He could have betrayed her to security but agreed not to. Not that she had to give him anything in return other than her time. It was just the way he looked at her. The thought of that look still made her skin crawl today.

It was then her sense of failure evolved into a realization that of course she had failed. She wasn’t a spy or even a specialist in security matters. She was a pilot after all. Maybe the alert of her escape wasn’t the result of ‘Doctor Nanny’ but just the lack of skills required to pull off such a feat.

“As far as your start date goes.... well, that does bring up a few items.” A more thoughtful expression had taken over the Chief’s face, and it was clear that the tone of the conversation was changing. “Officially, I believe you are on medical leave following the…” Here Issac quickly referenced another PaDD. “The Pycok Incident, correct?”

The very uttering of that word caused her to pull in slightly. Even before she had even realized it, her left hand moved to her right forearm and was touching the burn scars under her sleeve. She closed her eyes briefly and summoned her will to drive the whispers from her mind.

“Now, I have no details about what happened; and you are under no obligation to share with me, so I won’t ask.

She thought long and hard as the man across the desk spoke. Could she tell him the truth? Could she reveal what really happened?

With a nod she finally spoke, “Yes Sir. I am sure that the battle is well known by now. But what isn’t well known is the end. I made a grave miscalculation which led to the painful and horrific deaths of everyone I ever cared about. And if that wasn’t enough. It is as if I were the butt of some cruel sick Cosmic joke, for after all the death and destruction I had brought to my own crewmates.....family, I was left alive were everyone else had died.”

His glare cut through her like the beam of a phaser, “Y’all’re supposed ta be an officer? I’d have you handing out toilet paper and little mints,” he snarled while holding up his fingers to indicate how small the mints were, “iffin’ ya could even be trusted with that! But I reckon you’re more likely ta loose the fraggin’ mints in the head!”

She visibly shuttered at the wild tangent her mind ran off to. Pulling her hand from her sleeve, she only shook her head at the possibility of sharing such a damning secret. Her body instead shifted into a more ridged posture and continued to sit there silently as her Department Head spoke. What could she really say? Her guilt swelled so much that she physically felt ill. It was all she could do not to show her discomfort at the subject. Fearing he would see the shame in her eyes, the guilt that went with her failure, her eyes found something on his desk to focus on.

But I assume your burns are likely only a small sample of whatever you went through. I understand not wantin’ ta lay about; that… need ta do something, ta feel like you still got a say in what happens in yer life. Believe me, I do. And I ain’t about ta put ya back on leave; void only knows what chaos you’ll cause iffin’ I do that - we’ll all wake up ta find ya commandeered the fraggin’ ship!” Once more, he grinned at her.

She really did try to smile at his joke. Her lips curled slightly upward upon command, as they had done over the past weeks when anyone asked if she was okay. But she felt her heart simply wasn’t in the ploy this time. Her eyes couldn’t break free from that spot, that empty spot on his desk. A sudden feeling of dread washed over her as she started to suspect that she made a huge mistake, again.

“But that being said, I want ya to get with both medical and counseling; work up a schedule that has you seeing them both at least once a week - more if they demand it; until they’re satisfied with what they see. I got a sneaking suspicion that you’re the type a’ person who’d sooner work themselves ta death before askin’ for a break. And you’ll be on half-duty until and unless the medic says otherwise.

Her eyes went wide with fear and shock at his statement. She had just escaped the overprotective clutches of her former “Doctor Nanny.” As if seeing the protest written across her face, he shut it down with….

This is non-negotiable, Ensign. I won’t have you uh… metaphorically killin’ yerself under my watch.” Or literally, for that matter… But Issac kept that dark thought to himself; though he hadn’t seen anything in his file that suggested that would be a concern.

Her heart sank at the prospects of talking about how this or that made her feel. Endless conversations with people who could never related to what she had done. Never understand the guilt she carried, ‘no,’ she thought as she corrected her own thoughts. ‘I must carry,’ she demanded. Her eyes welled up despite her best efforts to keep them dry.

‘I don’t need their help,’ she thought then added to the quiet protest in her mind, ‘I need to get back to my work, back to the stars and space.’

She half faked a sniffle to quickly remove any trace of offending wetness. The betrayal of her eyes might had been concealed; however, the mixed emotions of frustration and disappointment was evident in her long sigh as she nodded her acceptance of his order.

With that acceptance, her very will resigned her heart to follow the orders. She was after all, Laju. And that still meant something to her. Despite all of her failures, she was still Laju. There was a long uphill battle ahead of her. ‘I wouldn’t fail,’ she promised herself then added, ‘I couldn’t, not again.’

“And on that happy note, you got any questions for me? Or concerns, for that matter?”

Forgrave, CoS

She thought carefully before speaking, “Sir,” her voice soft and barely over a whisper. She cleared her through and the last remaining emotions that gripped her throat. She spoke louder and with the confidence of a junior officer, “I need a room assignment, Sir.”

Ensign Laju Eghimea

Issac frowned slightly; he hadn’t missed her reactions; both from his mentioning of the Pycok Incident, and his ‘assignment’ to medical and counseling. Damn! Stuck my foot in my mouth first off, huh. But he didn’t comment on it aloud; and he wasn’t about to retract the order. Instead, he tried to move along. “Sure; I reckon you’re more ‘n ready ta get some shuteye.” Handing over a PaDD, he continued. “I’ve loaded up your birthing assignment on that; as well as anything else I could think of that might be handy first off. Maps of the ship, schedules, organization chart, all that mess. I guarantee I’ve missed something though, so feel free ta get a hold of me whenever. Ain’t no stupid questions; we’ve all been new before. Or if feels a bit much ta ask yer boss, look up Lieutenant Darz - void, might be better ta ask her first - she’s been on the Viking longer than I have, for what that’s worth.”

Eghimea listened carefully to what instructions she was given, as well as the PaDD. She quickly inspected the general contents as he listed them off. She realized that if she was going to find a way to avoid another ‘Nanny Doctor,’ she had to make him believe that she was just a normal as anyone else. She tried to force a smile and reasserted her smile. She hadn’t realized how much of her demeanor had slipped in the conversation. Layer by layer she rebuilt her walls. She did take a point to write down Lieutenant Darz name in the new PaDD.

“And I got a couple assignments for ya already; though they ain’t too much. Firstly, I want ya ta take the next… uh, let’s say three days, yea; just take that time and explore the ship. Start figurin’ out where things are, make yourself comfortable, all that mess. After that, we oughta have a full; well, half-full I reckon, schedule worked up for ya. Y’ain’t gonna get tested or nothing, but I’ve found it helpful ta have scheduled exploration time.”

‘Take more time off,’ she silently sighed though outwardly, she only nodded her understanding and once more smiled her acceptance.

“Secondly, I want ya ta start working up a list of goals fer yerself - short and long-term. Say, one month, six months, year, and so on. I’d like them ta be related ta yer position here, but feel free ta get creative. Idea of this is ta help me figure out what ya want ta do, and figure out how ta make that happen. Fer example, if you got an interest in sneaking about and spying, I’d put ya to work with Commander Sigmundsson - our Chief Intelligence Officer. An so on and so forth. Make sense?”

‘Goals,’ she thought, ‘return home, help the fleet place those two lost ships, hunt down that raider and have some revenge, and’ her lips allowed a genuine smile as her thoughts added, ‘maybe even a family someday.’ The idea of being a spy really didn’t interest her, though she really wanted to just fly again. But for now, she was security and here is where her mind and heart would be.

Issac sighed, and a somewhat uncomfortable expression crossed his face. Damnit, I ain’t gonna be happy with myself leaving things on that note… “Ensign… I uh, well, I ain’t a counselor, and I sure ain’t much of one for fancy speech. But sure as the void is cold, I ain’t a liar. I say that ta preface this - I’m happy ta have ya aboard. I don’t know what yer past holds, but I’m here ta support you and yer future, so long as I’m yer department head. Seems like you maybe had some… well, I don’t think it’s a stretch ta say you ain’t had an easy go of things. I can’t promise nothin’ so far as what may or may not happen, but I’m in yer corner. All I ask is that ya do yer best. I ain’t gonna ask fer perfection, void knows I can’t live up ta that - and I ain’t one for double standards. Mistakes happen, and in my book the best thing we can do is learn from ‘em and move forwards.”

Tilting her head to the side, she blinked slightly as she picked up on his expression. She listened carefully as he spoke and nodded. She wanted to say something but couldn’t figure out what to say that might reassure him that she wasn’t as broken as others have claimed. Lacking the words, she just nodded her understanding and wrote down a few more notes.

His face had changed from uncomfortable to mild concern as he spoke, and his sincerity was plain as his mustache. “I wish I had some deep, meaningful statement ta finish off that spiel with, but I’ve never been one for prepared speeches. So I reckon unless you got any questions fer me, I’ll leave you to it.” His eyebrows rose, gently leaving room for comments.

Issac stood and moved out from behind his desk. In a tone that was surprisingly formal considering his soft drawl, he offered his hand and declared “Welcome aboard, Ensign Laju.”

Forgrave, CoS

The moment he rose from her chair, she quickly stood up and turned to face him as he approached her. She accepted his hand and shook it. “Thank you, Sir. Trust me, I need to be here,” her voice confidence but still slightly subdued. What she didn’t say out loud was, ‘I have to prove to everyone I am not broken.’

She took a step back, “If you have nothing else for me, Sir.”

Ensign Laju Eghimea

He shook his head slightly and smiled. “No, I think that’ll do it for today. Take some time and get settled in; but don’t put off checking in with Medical or Counseling - they’ve been known to hunt down tardy newcomers.”

Forgrave, CoS


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