ILLUMINARRPG: Temerity 7 at 1345

[Charles Raschen]

Mission: Exogenesis

Day: 7

Stardate: 2446.06.07

(USS Iluminar - Deck 5 - Isolation Ward - Marine - 2LT Charles Temerity -
1345)



Temerity had spent his time in the Isolation Ward quietly separating
himself from the crew of the Illuminar.  He didn’t view himself as a part
of the ship’s crew, he didn’t even really view himself as a part of the
Marine complement onboard the ship.  Deep down he understood and knew that
it was his own fault.  He was broken in many ways in addition to dealing
with psychological and emotional issues.  If he had just kept his damn
mouth shut and not asked who had written that intel analysis.  No one ever
bats an eye if you ask “who did the work?” or ask “who was the author?”,
but on this everyone took it as a personal insult.  Charles knew Chief
Hammons was no more than a messenger passing on intel reports that come
down from On-High.



Hell, after that day, he had become an outsider even among the Marines as
well.  The Marines that worked in the Security department were pissed at
him because they were not able to wear their Marine green shirts and be
proud of their service; but instead got treated like pretenders in the
Operations gold in addition to being treated like second class citizens
everywhere aboard ship except within the confines of the cargo bay in which
they were quartered.  Temerity couldn’t really blame them for being pissed
at him.  Why not, everyone else was.



T'Lela wouldn’t be upset if he departed from the service again.  She wanted
him to captain a new prototype of pirate hunter ship for covert operations
currently dubbed the Green Knight-class.  He slightly smirked to himself at
the reference to Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.  But before he did any of
that, he needed to apologize to the Major, again, for his part in the
failure of the Major’s experiment.  Then he will need to utilize the
Captain’s open door policy with the major and XO present to see if he
should submit a letter of resignation and return to his civilian life with
his Gunnery Sergeant pension.



As he sat in a corner, apart from the others confined to the Isolation
Ward, he watched the others as they traded anecdotes, jibes, jokes, and
simply be with one another.  They were more than a crew; they were a
family, and inside he was happy that they had each other, but he never
smiled.  And he prayed to all that was good and holy that they never lose
what they have.



If he could go back and tell the Chief of Security, Lieutenant Commander
T’Mur, that Marines should wear Marine colors while on duty, he would.  If
he could go back and not say a word at the initial mission brief, he
would.  But he can’t, all he can do is make his apologies, pack his bags,
and vanish back into the vastness of space.  But all that will depend on if
he is still welcome aboard the Illuminar, or even in the service at all.



Charles mentally retreated further and further within himself. He barely
ate or drank anything, was contending with depression and found himself
mourning for those that had been victims of someone else’s ambitions.



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(Posted By: Chuck Raschen)



Charles Raschen



*"Life is a Gift That Everyone Cherishes,*

*But has to Eventually Return" -Mandalorian Proverb*



*"Under the Bludgeonings of chance;*

*My head is bloody, but Unbowed." -Invictus*



*"Sometimes Bad-Guys Make the Best Good-Guys." -Leverage*
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