[Personal Log] Ysolde Angelique
Jul 25, 2017 8:53:23 GMT -5
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Post by Lieutenant jg Ysolde Angelique on Jul 25, 2017 8:53:23 GMT -5
Stardate: 94625.19
If there is one thing for sure in this world it is that superior officers are scary. The Captain spoke with me about my anger, searing hatred, disgust, with the entity known as ‘Dark Lady’ or in other words I failed her and my ship.
In the case of Kobayashi Maru though you are supposed to fail everyone loses and there is no way to win. In this case though there was a way to succeed just shove the anger underneath and hold it further away so that it could not be noticed. A difficult task indeed especially when a powerful being can come in and do what it wants.
I remember too many times when I was younger when I could crawl through the death trap of a ship the Orion syndicate had me on. I remember superiors who could do anything they wanted to anyone they wanted. Young Terran girls were not spared from them and I don’t feel a need to go over the details here anyone reading this log would possibly vomit, so I’ll spare those details. In any case I remember them every single one of them who could order the captain’s, who could take what they wanted just because they had the power and I hate them. I hate every single one of them and that hatred blurred over into this being…this ‘Dark Lady’ who dared to ask me about my Tristan…
I was twelve and he was fourteen. Pretty and scarred just like me, just like I would be when I was fourteen, but he couldn’t take it anymore. When one of their superior’s came on board and tried to take me he stepped in his way. Years of working together, years fixing that rat trap and binding wounds ended in the whine of a single disruptor and he was gone.
There was no justice that day and has been none ever since. My last command hunted down Orion pirates like that and ended them, but we didn’t find Tristan’s killer though we did end many like him and rescued slaves and crews.
The Orions on my ship paid for what they did to me. Federation justice came for them and I work today for that same Federation. I bring that order to a galaxy that is filled with disorder and injustice. But, there will always be creatures with weapons and power willing to use them against the innocent and there is nothing we can ever fully do to save them all or to bring Justice for all of them.
But, the only way that I can continue to do that job is listening to the Captain. She says I must hide my anger when I see the enemies, that I must not show them the steel of my blade that we must be diplomats. I failed to do that today, but I will not do it again.
If there is one thing for sure in this world it is that superior officers are scary. The Captain spoke with me about my anger, searing hatred, disgust, with the entity known as ‘Dark Lady’ or in other words I failed her and my ship.
In the case of Kobayashi Maru though you are supposed to fail everyone loses and there is no way to win. In this case though there was a way to succeed just shove the anger underneath and hold it further away so that it could not be noticed. A difficult task indeed especially when a powerful being can come in and do what it wants.
I remember too many times when I was younger when I could crawl through the death trap of a ship the Orion syndicate had me on. I remember superiors who could do anything they wanted to anyone they wanted. Young Terran girls were not spared from them and I don’t feel a need to go over the details here anyone reading this log would possibly vomit, so I’ll spare those details. In any case I remember them every single one of them who could order the captain’s, who could take what they wanted just because they had the power and I hate them. I hate every single one of them and that hatred blurred over into this being…this ‘Dark Lady’ who dared to ask me about my Tristan…
I was twelve and he was fourteen. Pretty and scarred just like me, just like I would be when I was fourteen, but he couldn’t take it anymore. When one of their superior’s came on board and tried to take me he stepped in his way. Years of working together, years fixing that rat trap and binding wounds ended in the whine of a single disruptor and he was gone.
There was no justice that day and has been none ever since. My last command hunted down Orion pirates like that and ended them, but we didn’t find Tristan’s killer though we did end many like him and rescued slaves and crews.
The Orions on my ship paid for what they did to me. Federation justice came for them and I work today for that same Federation. I bring that order to a galaxy that is filled with disorder and injustice. But, there will always be creatures with weapons and power willing to use them against the innocent and there is nothing we can ever fully do to save them all or to bring Justice for all of them.
But, the only way that I can continue to do that job is listening to the Captain. She says I must hide my anger when I see the enemies, that I must not show them the steel of my blade that we must be diplomats. I failed to do that today, but I will not do it again.