In pretio pretium est, ut
Jun 19, 2018 9:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Lt Cmdr Decia on Jun 19, 2018 9:59:40 GMT -5
Decia finished her paperwork on the most recent alert and clash with the Kzari. Her eyes fell upon the surprising gift of the jelly donut from Alton for a moment, sighing some. She closed her eyes, the depth of the implications of what had personally occurred to her during that incident had not yet fully set in. Fear in accepting what now appeared to be her ultimate fate struck at her heart, tempting her to fall into the ease of grief and denial. It would be so simple to give into this emotional trap, to allow herself to just for a moment to selfish. Especially know the end that surely awaited her and all this would entail. Yet such was never her way...her life was not her own, it probably was never meant to be. The thought of the last, was both an anathema and motivation for her, she took in a deep breath and forced those thoughts away.
She forced her eyes open and stood. She collected her donut and she headed for her office door.
Decia stopped just outside the barracks and looked within. She smiled softly as she took in the impromptu Klingon Warrior Crush / Pizza party marathon on going amongst the two teams of Deltas. The new replacements under Sissia's guidance had eased right into the routine...despite maybe the odd ball antics of her more veteran team. She let her gaze linger a moment at the atmosphere of almost playful camaraderie between her people. She knew the sacrifices they had often been called upon to deliver...they had more than earned this.
She smiled and nodded, quite sure now her decision not to interfere during the 'Alton/Endel' Donut standoff...such an emotional release was desirable for her people. Such bonding would only bring them together more, it was such silly antics from Team One that seemed to somehow turn what should have been a disastrous team of rejects and failures into one of the fiercest teams of Delta's in the fleet. Decia nodded some, she would even stack them against the Adagio's own elite...
She also knew her place was not here, not right now. This was their time together...they were safe and enjoying themselves and she had no desire to disturb this. She sensed the movement towards the door and looked to see Spot had discovered her. She quietly knelt to intercept the little horta....
"Salve, amice parva meas" She said gently to Spot.
She offered him her jelly donut, laying it onto the deck before him. She watched a moment as the horta shuffled over it and with a pleasing sizzled enjoyed his prize. Decia stood as he snacked and silently left her teas to their night of fun. She strode through the corridors, her reserved almost regal manner hid the turmoil that still tugged at her heart. She worked her way up to the mess hall, nodding to each of her shipmates as she passed, offering each a pleasant warm smile. Perhaps she just needed a few to speak to tonight, to give her time to come to grip with what she had experienced. To allow her time to truly understand it all.
Decia paused to enter the mess hall and stopped to let her gaze sweep around the room. She looked over to see Jon and Alice, snuggled together sharing a conversation with the new operations officer. A lovely woman named Veeri she believed. Decia frowned gently, she knew instinctively something was bothering the younger woman. She held back her instinctive desire to go to her and see how she might help. It appeared Jon and Alice had the situation well in hand. She felt that a sudden introduction would only add to this new person's burdens. She felts perhaps though she should at least say her hello and get something to eat when she saw Derek.
In an instant she had understood his avalanche of questions to her about overcoming his fears and insecurity to approach something he was afraid to do. He refused to tell her what it was, but she had spoken to him at length to boost his confidence. She had been quite supportive of her dear friend, reinforcing what a good man he was, and he was far braver and better than he had given himself credit...than he had ever given himself credit for. Her eyes settled over to his table as he sat across from another new officer. She was a new science officer, a little younger than she was. Decia recalled her name, Ensign Debbie Winter. A computer specialist, who would of course be required to work closely with those of Strategic Operations. She felt her gut tighten some, despite the fact both seemed to be enjoying each others company.
She leaned on the doorframe and watched as it appeared Derek was not really the one doing the talking, at least not at the moment. She found herself frowning some as she watched Derek dispatched to collect their food. She lowered her eyes a moment and sighed. After she turned away from the door and left the mess hall behind. Soon she found herself just outside of engineering. She gazed within, looking for someone else tonight, and found Doctor Spencer speaking with Denise and Shantal.
The sight of the three talking warmed her heart some. Billie Jo was clearly here for advice from the Commander. Decia was proud of her, she recalled so long ago when the pair first met, the doctor was terrified of Shantal. Now years later here she was in the commander's domain seeking some much needed advice. Decia smiled at the sight of courage and the bond of friendship overcoming fear, truly the thing that gave this crew their spirit to always overcome their fears. She was proud of the doctor, and took a moment to enjoy the banter between Denise and Shantal. The changes in Denise were clear to see as well. Despite the fact that as one of Alice's best friends, her old academy classmate did not like her. Decia had long ago accepted this, long before she served aboard the original Sentinel. Yet, nonetheless she was proud and happy for Denise. No doubt her closeness to Shantal had been her salvation. She watched a moment longer, but in time the knowledge that she would only disturb the three took hold. She looked down once more and sighed gently, before again turning and heading back down along the corridor.
She returned to her quarters and as the doors closed the impact and depth of what had happened to her as well as what she had just experienced since she left her office hit home. She closed her eyes and sighed some. After a moment she recovered enough to walk over to the small alter set before her collection of weapons and armor. She slowly knelt before her family's Chi Rho, a lovely handcrafted wooden totem that represented her deepest beliefs. She lowered her head and closed her eyes, as she crossed her arms over her chest, placing her palms over each shoulder. She began to pray...for the strength to overcome her fears...
...and to accept her fate with courage when the time ultimately came.
She forced her eyes open and stood. She collected her donut and she headed for her office door.
Decia stopped just outside the barracks and looked within. She smiled softly as she took in the impromptu Klingon Warrior Crush / Pizza party marathon on going amongst the two teams of Deltas. The new replacements under Sissia's guidance had eased right into the routine...despite maybe the odd ball antics of her more veteran team. She let her gaze linger a moment at the atmosphere of almost playful camaraderie between her people. She knew the sacrifices they had often been called upon to deliver...they had more than earned this.
She smiled and nodded, quite sure now her decision not to interfere during the 'Alton/Endel' Donut standoff...such an emotional release was desirable for her people. Such bonding would only bring them together more, it was such silly antics from Team One that seemed to somehow turn what should have been a disastrous team of rejects and failures into one of the fiercest teams of Delta's in the fleet. Decia nodded some, she would even stack them against the Adagio's own elite...
She also knew her place was not here, not right now. This was their time together...they were safe and enjoying themselves and she had no desire to disturb this. She sensed the movement towards the door and looked to see Spot had discovered her. She quietly knelt to intercept the little horta....
"Salve, amice parva meas" She said gently to Spot.
She offered him her jelly donut, laying it onto the deck before him. She watched a moment as the horta shuffled over it and with a pleasing sizzled enjoyed his prize. Decia stood as he snacked and silently left her teas to their night of fun. She strode through the corridors, her reserved almost regal manner hid the turmoil that still tugged at her heart. She worked her way up to the mess hall, nodding to each of her shipmates as she passed, offering each a pleasant warm smile. Perhaps she just needed a few to speak to tonight, to give her time to come to grip with what she had experienced. To allow her time to truly understand it all.
Decia paused to enter the mess hall and stopped to let her gaze sweep around the room. She looked over to see Jon and Alice, snuggled together sharing a conversation with the new operations officer. A lovely woman named Veeri she believed. Decia frowned gently, she knew instinctively something was bothering the younger woman. She held back her instinctive desire to go to her and see how she might help. It appeared Jon and Alice had the situation well in hand. She felt that a sudden introduction would only add to this new person's burdens. She felts perhaps though she should at least say her hello and get something to eat when she saw Derek.
In an instant she had understood his avalanche of questions to her about overcoming his fears and insecurity to approach something he was afraid to do. He refused to tell her what it was, but she had spoken to him at length to boost his confidence. She had been quite supportive of her dear friend, reinforcing what a good man he was, and he was far braver and better than he had given himself credit...than he had ever given himself credit for. Her eyes settled over to his table as he sat across from another new officer. She was a new science officer, a little younger than she was. Decia recalled her name, Ensign Debbie Winter. A computer specialist, who would of course be required to work closely with those of Strategic Operations. She felt her gut tighten some, despite the fact both seemed to be enjoying each others company.
She leaned on the doorframe and watched as it appeared Derek was not really the one doing the talking, at least not at the moment. She found herself frowning some as she watched Derek dispatched to collect their food. She lowered her eyes a moment and sighed. After she turned away from the door and left the mess hall behind. Soon she found herself just outside of engineering. She gazed within, looking for someone else tonight, and found Doctor Spencer speaking with Denise and Shantal.
The sight of the three talking warmed her heart some. Billie Jo was clearly here for advice from the Commander. Decia was proud of her, she recalled so long ago when the pair first met, the doctor was terrified of Shantal. Now years later here she was in the commander's domain seeking some much needed advice. Decia smiled at the sight of courage and the bond of friendship overcoming fear, truly the thing that gave this crew their spirit to always overcome their fears. She was proud of the doctor, and took a moment to enjoy the banter between Denise and Shantal. The changes in Denise were clear to see as well. Despite the fact that as one of Alice's best friends, her old academy classmate did not like her. Decia had long ago accepted this, long before she served aboard the original Sentinel. Yet, nonetheless she was proud and happy for Denise. No doubt her closeness to Shantal had been her salvation. She watched a moment longer, but in time the knowledge that she would only disturb the three took hold. She looked down once more and sighed gently, before again turning and heading back down along the corridor.
She returned to her quarters and as the doors closed the impact and depth of what had happened to her as well as what she had just experienced since she left her office hit home. She closed her eyes and sighed some. After a moment she recovered enough to walk over to the small alter set before her collection of weapons and armor. She slowly knelt before her family's Chi Rho, a lovely handcrafted wooden totem that represented her deepest beliefs. She lowered her head and closed her eyes, as she crossed her arms over her chest, placing her palms over each shoulder. She began to pray...for the strength to overcome her fears...
...and to accept her fate with courage when the time ultimately came.