EXETERRPG: (3-03 14:11) COO LTjg Paul Sleeford

[Paul Sleeford]

Mission: The Murder on the Exeter Express
Day: 03
Stardate: 2445:12:03

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*USS Exeter - Deck seven - Counselors suite - COO LTjg Paul Sleeford 14:11)

Sitting in the counselor's office Sleeford paused in his tale of the events
last night. Taking a sip of water as Roberts asked him the question he'd
been dreading.

"Well lets focus on that word you used. Useless." Jack said with a smile.
"Is that how you felt? Trapped? Useless?"

"Yes trapped in that field, not being able to help or do anything, yes I
felt useless."

"Why don't we explore that. Would you say, that its just a general feeling
of uselessness or was it more than that?"

"I'm sorry I don't follow" Sleeford was puzzled, the question had caught
him unawares, the events had made him feel like a small child.

"Because the thing with uselessness is it can manifest itself in a variety
of different ways. It can manifest itself as a feeling as being trapped, or
as a sense of hopelessness. It can also seem like despair, a paralyzing
fear. So when you were trapped, seeing what was going on, how did the
uselessness manifest?"

Sleeford looked at the floor for several seconds, both composing his
thoughts and trying to find the right words that would cause the least harm
to others, in both their future careers and well being.

"I was held in a field and watched as people I respect, where forced to do
things against their nature, I watched people who I thought where strong,
crumble like a sand wall, people who I regarded as strong, reliable and
good to work as a team, sit like a petulant child who'd been told that they
can have no more cookies. I watched as three people where murdered with
more thought then I use when placing a mug back in the replicator and all
the while stood there unable to do anything."

Pausing Sleeford took a deep breath and slowly released it and realise that
his anger was rising, taking another breath he closed his eyes and
swallowed..
Opening his eyes he saw the ghosts of last night fading.

"I guess it's the old marine in me sometimes fighting to get out and kick
ass. The funny thing is I carry a small blade in a sheath in the belt,",
Laughing, "Don't get the wrong Idea, I think some habits are harder to
break then others. To be honest if I could have thrown it at , well I'll
call her Maxine, but the Maxine Green I met briefly was kind and sweet, If
I could have thrown the knife I might have saved lives and that is the long
way of answering your question. "

(Reply Roberts)

(Reply Roberts)
(posted by Alistair)
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