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-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br> | -LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br> | ||
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | -CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Morning Comes to the Ring</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 6-24-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80624.1545<br> | |||
Scene: Krysa's tent<br> | |||
MD: 5.0600<br> | |||
Krysa awoke to voices outside of her tent. She groggily sat up, trying to | |||
clear her head and figure out where she was. It all came back to her as | |||
she heard Maril's voice, "You will need to keep them from the settlement. | |||
That is your prime objective." | |||
Krysa quickly dressed pushing all other thoughts from her head to deal | |||
with the situation at hand. She exited the tent and walked up to where | |||
Maril stood. He looked at her, "How are you feeling this morning, Lt." | |||
"I'm fine, what's going on?" she asked, pushing his feelings of concern | |||
from her mind. It was times like these, she wished she was empathic. | |||
"There is another group approaching the settlement and we need to keep | |||
them out. I've just sent a large group of security officers to do that." | |||
He looked at her questioningly. "Maybe you should sleep longer. You still | |||
look tired." | |||
"It's just the after effects of the sleeping pills I took." She brushed | |||
her hair back with her fingers realizing that she hadn't even combed it | |||
yet. She was sure it must have looked like a tangled mess. "I'll be fine | |||
after I have something to eat." | |||
Maril nodded, "I heard about what happened last night." | |||
Krysa looked away, cringing, wanting to forget her little outburst, "It | |||
wasn't a big deal." | |||
"No perhaps not, but we can't have you running around yelling at people. | |||
There's enough stress here as it is." | |||
"I won't," she said quickly. | |||
"Good, because we also have ... 'help'." Krysa looked at him confused, and | |||
he told her about the Cardassian's joining the fight against the plague. | |||
"They arrived late last night and so far things have gone smoothly. I'd | |||
like to keep it that way." | |||
"I can deal with Cardassians," she told him. Onta would never have | |||
questioned this had Krysa been herself. But she was not herself. The Krysa | |||
he knew would not yell at innocent nurses. | |||
"Krysa, you need to deal with what's happened first. I don't think you've | |||
done that." | |||
"I know what's happened, Onta. I have dealt with it and I'm fine." Krysa | |||
said irritably. There it was the sympathy forced upon her again. But she | |||
was taken aback by his next words. | |||
"Don't force me to relieve you of duty," he said quietly, but with | |||
conviction. | |||
Krysa stared at him in surprise, "I..." | |||
"Look, I understand how upset you are." He said quickly, feeling a need to | |||
explain himself to her, "But I cannot allow you to jeopardize this | |||
mission." His eyes were filled with compassion, yet they were set. She | |||
knew he wouldn't change his mind, and she panicked at the thought of | |||
sitting alone in her tent for the rest of the mission. | |||
"Please, I'm fine, I promise. I was just tired last night. I'm rested now. | |||
Once I get back to work everything'll be fine," she promised. | |||
"I'm not going to force you to sit in your tent and rest. But if I see | |||
anything like what happened last night, I'll have no other choice." Krysa | |||
nodded and headed back into her tent to collect herself before going to | |||
get something to eat. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Good morning and Good-bye to the end of a very very very long day | |||
for Krysa :) | |||
Kristen |
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