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dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">(USS Illuminar - Deck 5 - Counseling Suite - Counselor Alaya Ravenstone-Hammons - 1800)</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Alaya looked at the two names that she needed to do psych evals on and sighed. She knew that Quinna would not enjoy it and she had a feeling that Gregory would avoid her like a plague, especially after the other day. Who would she start with? Gregory. May as well start with the harder of the two.</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Lt. Gregory, this is Counselor Hammons. I’ve been ordered to speak with you. Would you stop by my office at your earliest convenience?” She crossed her fingers and hoped. </span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Gregory listened to the message. “Councilor, I am on break as per the order of the Captain. I am currently in the officers club. Can we do it here, where it’s less intimidating?”</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“The Captain wants it to be a formal evaluation. We can have Luma beam you here and back if that would be better for you, Sir.” He did technically outrank her.</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’m sorry, Councilor, what makes it more formal in your office? Are there going to be probes and mind reading and such? Or a conversation. The lounge will make for a less stressful environment. I will even buy the drinks. Not alcoholic as I go on shift soon."</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Ah, no. You made your wishes clear on that topic earlier.I’ll be up if that is your desire.” She closed the connection and sighed, heading towards the lounge.</span></p><br><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">(USS Illuminar - Deck 4 - Officers Lounge - Counselor Alaya Ravenstone-Hammons and COps/3rdO Lieutenant Dieter Gregory- 1815)</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">While he waited, “Reolra, I need to have my head examined. Can I please get another Bolian Tonic water, and if you know what Councilor Hammons drinks, non-alcoholic of course, and perhaps a small snack to her liking, I’d be appreciative.”</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">He took his ½ full glass and found an out of the way table for two where they could have their conversation in semiprivate. Gregory didn’t really care for this part of Star Fleet, and was not sure why the Captain was ordering said tests. As long as the telepath didn’t go into his mind. </span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Alaya came into the Lounge and the Counselor smiled. The Betazoid dark eyes, the blue hair, she was distinctive. She moved over to Gregory’s table. “Hi.” She was the Counselor that Sienna had wanted to read his mind a few days before. </span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Hello counselor,” Gregory replied. “I am sure my feelings on telepaths has become well known on the ship, so I hope this won’t be an issue with you. Since the Captain has ordered this, and you have the power to suspend me if I don’t comply, let’s get this over with. I just want your assurance that you will not use any telepathic or other mind reading abilities during this session.” </span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I can’t guarantee that I will not sense your emotions if they are strong enough but I can give you my word that I won’t deliberately attempt to sense or read you. Is that fair?” She asked, arching an eyebrow. She was tired and this was not what she wanted to be doing. </span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Very well, please begin,” Gregory replied as he sipped his second Bolian Tonic Water. He hoped its calming effects on the nervous system would prevent any strong emotions. One of the reasons he drank the liquid, and insisted on meeting here where he had a steady supply. </span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I guess we should start with the obvious. I will be doing this pretty blunt to get it over with as soon as possible. So, how are you feeling right now?”</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I am feeling fine, A little tired from 6 on/6off shifts, but that comes with the territory. It’ll be nice to get back to a standard 8 hour shift, which will allow me to train with my shift. We usually have a pre-shift meal that lets us relax together. ``I'm hoping to get them running with me after shift, I’ve been crashing the security NCO and getting some hand-to-hand training as well.” </span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Any sleeplessness, nightmares, obvious stress?”</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Gregory laughed, “No nightmares, no stress other than the stress of command. I’m still relatively new and have lots to learn. Holodeck training only goes so far.” </span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Rumor says that you and Mr. Alyl were more than ‘just friends’. Do you blame yourself for his injuries?”</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Gregory looked puzzled, “I’m not sure why I would blame myself for his injuries. Unfortunately that is the downside of being in Starfleet. I blame the villains who attacked us for not just his injuries, but all the injuries. My relationship with Mr. Alyl, or anyone else on this ship does not factor into my decisions on the bridge. I don’t generally form emotional connections at that level.”</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“It’s very common for new command officers who are in their first battle, or have lost their first officers under their command to feel guilt, and to second guess themselves.” She replied, sipping the amber colored liquid.</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“True, but I’ve already lost an officer on the Sharlayan ship due to poor judgement. I’ve been focusing on those issues in my ongoing training. I feel overall we did as best as we could. Unfortunately, Commander Verin is very young in her position and more focused on science than tactics. She did as best as she could, we all did.”</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;"> “Do you feel any envy that she is First Officer and you are not? Technically you are more qualified than she is for the role. As you said, she’s learning and not as skilled with technical aspects as she would wish.” Penetrating questions but necessary.</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Gregory shook his head, “Ma’am, these promotions have been coming pretty fast for me. A year ago, I was cleaning and repairing waste reclamation units on Deep Space 9 and taking money from officers who liked to draw to an inside straight. I joined the Illuminar and in short order became chief of operations and then third officer. I am not envious of anyone’s position. I’m still working on learning mine and training the operations team to be more efficient. I have a lot to learn before I’d consider myself ready to be an executive officer. I look forward to learning from Commander Verin and Captain Sekal.” </span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“How are your working relationships with the Captain and the Commander?” Alaya asked curiously. This wasn’t part of the eval. </span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I believe I have a good working relationship with the Captain. I also believe you know my relationship with the Commander has a level of strain in it due to her insistence in having a telepathic scan, and not acknowledging there may be other options available. My thoughts are my own, and I will share them when and with whom I want. I don’t like the thoughts of someone crawling around my brain, no offence,” he said to the councilor. “However, that doesn’t mean I cannot work with her, or would do anything to undermine her authority.”</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Alaya could make peace, or she could continue with the eval. She chose to continue the eval. “One of those questions that I have to ask you. What do you view as your strengths and weaknesses as a command officer?” </span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Gregory took a sip of his tonic water. “I have a logical mind, training as an engineer so I understand the inner workings of the ship. I am not afraid to take calculated risks. I am still working on my tactical knowledge and experience. That is why I am practicing almost daily in the holodeck with a variety of simulations. I’ve started working with Gamma shift as well to get everyone on the same page. Another strength is, I think, building teams. I am still learning to read people away from the poker table. How does that check your boxes?” he asked</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“And weaknesses?” She bantered back, smiling. </span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Dislike of invasions of privacy, pushy people, people who read more into personal situations. “ he replied </span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“What do you do to deal with the stress from the job? Hobbies?”</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I exercise, i am a runner. I have taken up physical training with the security NCO’s. I am a free climber, which i practice on the holodeck. Gambling, I am trying to learn Tongo. And of course tinkering, like SPOTs over on the bar.”</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“And…” She spoke with a grin, “Where do you see yourself going in your career? What’s your ultimate goal?”</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Command a starship, discover a new planet. Seek out new civilizations. The stuff that dreams are made of.”</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“That seems a little pat. Do you know which ship you’d like? Many career officers decide that they want a specific ship.”</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“But isn't that the dream of all career officers? I have no specific aspirations for a specific ship. We will see what the next generation of the fleet will look like. I guess if I had a specific aspiration, it would be to command the engineering trials of those ships.”</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“And I guess one of my last questions for the evening should be, How do you handle working with Luma? Any issues?”</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I have dealt with the computer as such. I have had little direct interactions with the entity known as Luma, other than the reintegration event when the crystal shattered. I have assigned Bohb to solve that problem,” Gregory replied.</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“And why are you so against working with telepaths? I grew up on Earth, so I know that humans in general have issues with telepaths and privacy. But you seem to go to an extreme. Is there something that you fear?”</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I do not fear telepaths. I protect my privacy and would rather not have someone traipsing around my inner most thoughts when I have no control of what they are actually doing,” he replied, “Nor do I have an issue working with telepaths, except when I am being ordered to let one scan my mind on a hunch,” he added.</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Alaya pulled out her padd and looked down at the questions that she was supposed to ask, checking them off mentally as she went, “I’m a diplomatic counselor usually, I advise ambassadors and help with first contact and away missions. I’m not usually a personnel counselor. That’s why I’m checking the official list.” She smiled, reaching up to brush back a strand of her blue hair. </span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Check away, don't want you to miss any details or boxes,” Gregory replied.</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’m not sure how to phrase this question so I’ll just ask it and please do not be offended. Do you think that you have ever been compromised by the Roanoke group? I know that you submitted to a scan that cleared you of having an implanted personality. I think, and this is my speculation, that there are still agents on board, just based on the way the senior staff are acting.”</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">"With respect Councilor, I do not believe I have been compromised by anyone. I had never heard of this group till now, and doubt I am on anyone's radar. As you said, the Doctor scanned my brain with no findings. If the Captain had not been stabbed, and the incidents in 2443, I would think this all an illusion."</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">"And as you can see, I have refused a security escort because I don't think I would be a target anyway. Does that answer your question?"</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Why don’t you think that you would be a target? With Commander Peters gone, you and Commander Verin are the obvious choices to attack next.” She spoke quietly, “One of the reasons Commander Verin was concerned about you is that you came from DS9 which is a very irregular posting at times. Or so the rumors say.”</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Councilor, I am a Star Fleet officer, I’ve pledged an oath to uphold and defend the Federation and it’s ideals. The idea that there is a boogieman around every corner is not how I plan to live my live. And like every officer, I go where I am told. I needed training and conditioning, the Deep Space Nine billet was open and a junior officer doesn’t have any real say in where they go. Perhaps it is my degree and work in particle physics that attracted the brass to send me to DS9. It seems it was a good thing too with the issues we saw there due to the parallel dimension orb.” </span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“As for an order of attack, I’m not sure I agree with your logic. If the captain and first officer are incapicated, and in the absence of any immediate threat, StarFleet regulations demand that the senior officer at the time take command and return to the nearest starbase. That order can be executed by the computer in an extreme emergency and is not something that can be readily countermanded. Except by flag staff or the return of senior officers to duty. So I suspect if the Captain and Commander were incapacitated, Luma would not hesitate to run home.”</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">“So therefore, I don’t need a shadow. It’ll just get in my way. And no, I don’t think it is bravado or machismo on my part, just logic. With respect, Councilor, are we done? Do you have sufficient information to file a report that my mental health is ok and I can resume my duties to the ship?” </span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Alaya laughed, “Yes, indeed. All the boxes have been checked. Thank you for not making me chase you down or having to use threats to get this done. I’ll let you get back to your relaxation and I’ll file the report within 24 hours. I think.” And Alaya smiled, “That you were the first one to actually get the evaluation done, so thank you for setting a good example.” She finished off her drink and moved to get up.</span></p><br><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">(Reply None)</span></p><p
dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">(Posted by Mel - Councilor Hammons</span></p><p
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