From: Katrina L. Browne (kbrowne_at_wellesley.edu)
Date: Sat Feb 02 2008 - 21:32:57 PST
-=(^)=- “Freeze Out” Con’t From: “Harmless Little Toys” -=(^)=- Location: GS-2 Stardate: 2.80103.0347 Scene: Counseling Center (NRPG: Excerpted from Ken’s Post: “The Cat Came Back”) "Yes.~ It is my opinion based on your behavior that you carry mistaken beliefs in regard to non-humanoid species.~ Racist beliefs, to be exact.~ And that anything or anyone who does not fit your preconceptions of what intelligence and sentience should be is immediate fair game.~ I assure you, that your are quite mistaken in this regard.~ Based on our discussions here, I will be sending a report back to your own employers, as well as Starfleet and the Federation.~ Your credentials may be withdrawn as a consequence." ~ ~~~ "Discussions?!" Trell realized her voice was high and getting higher. ~~~~ "Why yes," Mowree replied innocently.~ "I would never proceed on my assumptions alone without careful verification.~ Something you might adopt in your own work.~ Now, shall we get down to business," he smiled, this time showing all of his teeth, including the very sharp incisors. (NRPG: Mine From Here On) Trell took a deep breath and rearranged her smile, some had called it simpering. “Medical ethics does seem to be a problem on this station. Doesn’t it?” The Caitian stretched up within his rounded chair, his back elongating significantly. “How do you mean?” “Your little threat there,” Kierenna said softly, her smile widening, “And you were right, I did recognize your threat when you intended me to. However, I’ve recently become more acquainted with medical ethics these days. If you were to release my records without my consent to *anyone* you’d be violating my right to patient confidentiality. In fact…” a hand shot back, pointing at the two guards behind her “…having these two here violates them.” Mowree smiled again, ensuring his teeth would continue to glint menacingly. “Perhaps you called my bluff. However, I can hold you for a considerable amount of time to do a psychiatric evaluation. There seems to be reports indicating that you might be a threat to yourself and others. Oh…and those two…they’re just meant to make certain you are *safe*. Perfectly legal, I assure you. Nonetheless, I assure you we have a considerable amount to discuss.” Trell sat back in her seat and sighed. “Fine. However, I developing a rather nasty rash…some sort of fever I may have been exposed to they tell me. The darndest thing…I didn’t have any symptoms until I was told that I might have been exposed to the outbreak.” The Caitain looked at her a noticed the spots running down her neck. **Psychosomatic rash,** he thought to himself, but decided against sharing that fact. “Good thing I’m not humanoid. Seems to have some advantages you’ve ignored in your racist diatribes.” -=(^)=- Scene: Operations Kate, bedecked in her new yellow-accented uniform, tugged at her color uncomfortably. It had become a bit of a nervous habit, something she did when she watched or heard the door to the Commander’s ready room open. The station’s new Operations Officer stole a guilty glance at the office via the reflection in her station panel and watched the station’s XO enter the office. The former doctor returned to her work. Ensign Ezri Braxx was several meters away scanning a junction port with a tricorder. Crewman Moya Neeson held out a hyperspanner to her boss and kept stealing glances over her shoulder. “Look at her…just standing there under the Commander’s Office as if nothing has happened.” Ezri shrugged, but didn’t move her head from the panel. “Commander put her there.” “Yeah, but you’d expect some shame wouldn’t you.” The crewman’s (technically crewwoman…but that’s just awkward) voice began to build up in volume, little by little. Ensign Braxx lifted her hand up and extended an open palm for the tool. “I guess,” she said half-heartedly. “Have you seen those dolls on the Promenade?” “They’re everywhere,” Moya said, her voice now distinctly out of the conspiratorial category. Kate cast a glance back at the door when she heard the Lieutenant Commander leave Daisy’s office. “And *that* woman,” Moya kicked her head back for a moment towards Kate, “is responsible. The commander has *children* for the Prophet’s sake, children who will see others playing with that *toy*.” “I didn’t know you had taken to following the Bajoran faith,” Ezri said noncommittally. The human woman shrugged herself. “Thought it was fitting due to the reopening of the celestial temple. Something powerful lives there. Also, there have been a lot of converts, Bajoran and non-Bajoran in recent days. But that doesn’t address the issue of our new *boss*. She’s set me a number of tasks, but I’m thinking about shirking whenever she needs help. And whenever she talks to me, I only half-engage in the conversation.” Ezri frowned, but Moya failed to see this. “She’s our boss for better or worse. Perhaps don’t make friends with her, but don’t make her life anymore difficult.” “Oh, I think making her life difficult is perfectly in order. Those dolls are definitely going to make the Commander’s *life difficult*. Fair is fair. A couple of the petty officers and crewmen are with me.” Kate’s face had subtlety blanched during the conversation of the two other women. The doctor, **former doctor** she affirmed, tried to ignore it, but the color continued to drain. Lieutenant Commander MacNeil was tired. It had been a very long couple of days. She just didn’t have the energy to deal with *this* too. Lieutenant Commander Kor surveyed Ops for a moment, something keeping her in the place longer than she had intended. The Andorian had planned to return to her office straight away. She watched the new Ops office cast a small look at her underlings and her antennae picked up the tail end of a conversation. Ezri frowned again. She had the rank to tell the other woman off, but there was something about pulling the rank card on someone who had actually served a lot longer in the fleet than she had was always difficult. There was always an odd dynamic between the enlisted and officers at the lower rungs of the command chain. Ezri was just replaying that drama. “I just…” “You just...what? Ensign?” a cool voice said softly, but oddly enough the sound seemed to resound around the cavernous room of Operations that had become suddenly quiet. Ezri practically jumped, but she more than practically hit her head against the framing of the junction. Ensign Braxx pulled her head out of the panel and looked up at a very unhappy blue face. Ezri lifted herself up from her haunches. “Nothing, Ma’am,” she said, crisply. “No. I’m fascinated by what you were going to say,” Eishnala said, as heads of enlisted and officers followed the exchange. “Do go on.” Ensign Braxx swallowed and cast a look at the crewman who she had been having the forced conversation with. “Well…I was just going to tell my assistant here that her behavior doesn’t properly reflect that of an enlisted person within Starfleet. Lieutenant Commander MacNeil made a mistake and she’s paying for it, but making that task even harder isn’t justified and isn’t conduct becoming a person within Starfleet.” Moya looked petulantly at the Ensign. “I’m so glad that you were finally going to do *your* duty, Ensign,” Eishnala said, somewhat harshly. “And Crewman Neeson… don’t scowl at her for tattling. I heard your contributions to the conversation.” Roles reversed. Moya blanched. Lieutenant Commander Kor’s antennae danced perceptibly. “Ensign Braxx, I’m glad you’re sympathetic to Lieutenant Commander MacNeil’s situation. I will remind you that it would be your place to do your duty *regardless*.” “Yes, ma’am.” Eishnala then looked at the crewman who was still white. “Crewman, do you know the definition of insubordination?” “Yes’am,” Moya clipped her words slightly in the rush to get them out. “How about mutiny?” “Yes, ma’am,” she got it out a little bit more clearly this time. “Now, would I be remiss if I said what I overheard you saying constitutes breaches of those regulations?” Moya, if possible, turned even paler. “Well?” Crewman Neelson sighed, “From… a certain point of view…I guess I could see how that might be the case.” “You’re hedging, crewman. And you’re suspended from duty for the foreseeable future,” Kor said, her voice was even quieter, but still audible to the entire room. The Lieutenant Commander then looked up and around the room, a room full of officers and enlisted from many different departments, but mostly from Operations. “If I notice *anyone* making the Lieutenant Commander’s life difficult, they’ll be joining the crewman in fighting for their right to *be* on duty.” There was silence. Silence embodied couldn’t have been quieter. “Get back to work,” Eishnala said, though not nearly as harshly as the rest of her conversation. “And remember we’re all apart of the GATE community. Act like it.” Steps rung out it the quiet space that filled where her comments had moments before occupied. That sound stopped moments later. Kate saw the cerulean reflection in her panel. “I’d love to get to know you better, Commander. Would you care to have a cup of tea with me in my office?” Lieutenant Kor queried. -=(^)=- NRPG: Ran: I figured a JP would require me to be less deadbeatee…so I figured I’d get out the part I talked about. Care to fill in the tea time? Ladies choice. Ken: Hope you don’t mind. I know we had a little conversation, but I see Trell as an awful person, but an informed one. You can still have your fun though. And please do. Shawn: I said I’d get some of this out prior to the mission opener, but don’t worry…I’m on that next. -=(^)=- Katrina Browne Lieutenant Commander Eishnala sh’Kor Executive Officer GS-2 From HyperNews_at_youth.net
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