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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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