Post by Lt Cmdr Therese Xylvarenn on Oct 12, 2016 16:39:48 GMT -5
The young Cardassian officer stomps in to her room wearing soaking wet starfleet standard issue physical training garment. Sweat drips from her forehead as she rips of the shirt and throws it towards the replicator, shortly followed by the pants and lingerie as she continues her determined marsh in to the sonic showers, activating it on the cold setting and letting out a high pitched shriek as it was way colder then expected... "silly humans" she mutters to herself as she adjusts the cold setting to be appropriately cold to cool off her boiling blood without causing more shrieks.
After having cooled down for several minutes, regained her center and inner balance Ilya methodically cleans herself several times to be sure she is perfectly disinfected and purged of contamination from the days encounter. Completing with a drying sequence she steps out of the shower and slips in to her blood red silken pajamas before walking to the replicator and ordering a hot cup of red leaf tea.
"Computer, Begin recording"
The computer meeps in acknowledgement as she walks to her bed and sits down, taking a long sip before she starts talking
"Personal log, Stardate [X]"
She sighs deeply, not sure how to start
"Second-worst. Day. Ever. I do not know what the captain has against me, or what I did to invoke his wrath like this, I thought we had a working professional relationship and that he appreciated me as helmsman, Clearly I been deceived... or made an error of judgement. Maybe he has a very bad history with Cardassians... maybe they killed his family, or blow up his old ship. Whatever it is it must been horrible for him to punish me this severely."
"There must be better suited individuals to babysit a bunch of adults... be it with horrible sense of direction. They do not wish to be here, We do not want them here. This sounds like what we have diplomatic officers for! And I have not been forced to wear my whites since I got promoted, and then it was at least a purpose to dress up. I hardly think our guests feels better be course their babysitter is dressed up nicely, and if the purpose was to make them feel welcome, the captain would not send a cardassian, He probably knew that the senior staff of the pilgrim hated Cardassians! If I only knew what I did wrong"
One more sigh of death slips her lips as she drinks her tea
"I sympathies with their helmsman, whatever freaky alien he might be. He probably just wish to do his duty and be appreciated for what he does, I'm sure he is at least mildly competent since he is allowed to fly the Pilgrim, Yet here he is unwanted, he does not want to be here, and he cant even be really useful, what a horrible fate to be forced here."
"And their captain, I understand her concern, even if I don't really like Vulcans... I like logic, but you don't need to point out every single time what logic dictates and what it is logical or not to assume. I wonder if it is logical to keep good spirit for the sake of the crew, and how much frustration she does not show under that calm demeanor."
She takes another sip and starts strolling back and forth in her room, the annoyance in her voice growing more prominent
"Then we have the klingon... Oh how I wonder what atrocity the Cardassians has done to her to harbor such an hatred for me, Maybe we are responsible for her being exiled from her house and planet... no, that is not enough for that kind of hatred, It must been even worse, Maybe they slowly dissected her awakened child in front of her while forcing her to betray the klingon empire... and that is why she is exiled.. hmm, Yes, Must be something in those lines.
I don't blame her, my people has done such horrible things. I just wish they did not have to take it out on me. Perhaps I deserve it, perhaps it is how I can help them heal, Maybe that is why they are here and I got this assignment. They do hate Cardassians so it does seem like a possibility, they are here as a mental relief therapy... No, That is silly. Star fleet would never approve of such abuse."
She finishes her drink and phases about even more wiry, even more annoyed
"Then this entire topic of friends, lovers and family... why do they care about me... they must want me to lower my defense so they can hurt me, but why?
A friend is nothing but a person given the opportunity to harm you. A lover is someone you consent to backstabbing you, and family..."
her mood darkens significantly as she hurls the empty cup across the room, watching it shatter, her voice even more aggressive as she continues
"Family is the worse... Family is nothing.
I do not need friends to hurt me, I do not need lovers to destroy my life, and I do not need a family. I will be the best without them... I will be the best at what I do be course I do not let them ruin everything for me again. But it seems they want a Cardassian, Maybe I should give them what they want!"
She sits down on the bed and sighs, looking at the crushed mug
"No, I will not become a monster, I will not let them win"
"Computer, end recording. Save personal log, encrypt using my private key, flag file as private"
The young Cardassian cuddles up in her bed and the computer cheerfully beeps and begins playing a soft tune, Soon after Ilya is soundly asleep. Exhausted of the days perils.
After having cooled down for several minutes, regained her center and inner balance Ilya methodically cleans herself several times to be sure she is perfectly disinfected and purged of contamination from the days encounter. Completing with a drying sequence she steps out of the shower and slips in to her blood red silken pajamas before walking to the replicator and ordering a hot cup of red leaf tea.
"Computer, Begin recording"
The computer meeps in acknowledgement as she walks to her bed and sits down, taking a long sip before she starts talking
"Personal log, Stardate [X]"
She sighs deeply, not sure how to start
"Second-worst. Day. Ever. I do not know what the captain has against me, or what I did to invoke his wrath like this, I thought we had a working professional relationship and that he appreciated me as helmsman, Clearly I been deceived... or made an error of judgement. Maybe he has a very bad history with Cardassians... maybe they killed his family, or blow up his old ship. Whatever it is it must been horrible for him to punish me this severely."
"There must be better suited individuals to babysit a bunch of adults... be it with horrible sense of direction. They do not wish to be here, We do not want them here. This sounds like what we have diplomatic officers for! And I have not been forced to wear my whites since I got promoted, and then it was at least a purpose to dress up. I hardly think our guests feels better be course their babysitter is dressed up nicely, and if the purpose was to make them feel welcome, the captain would not send a cardassian, He probably knew that the senior staff of the pilgrim hated Cardassians! If I only knew what I did wrong"
One more sigh of death slips her lips as she drinks her tea
"I sympathies with their helmsman, whatever freaky alien he might be. He probably just wish to do his duty and be appreciated for what he does, I'm sure he is at least mildly competent since he is allowed to fly the Pilgrim, Yet here he is unwanted, he does not want to be here, and he cant even be really useful, what a horrible fate to be forced here."
"And their captain, I understand her concern, even if I don't really like Vulcans... I like logic, but you don't need to point out every single time what logic dictates and what it is logical or not to assume. I wonder if it is logical to keep good spirit for the sake of the crew, and how much frustration she does not show under that calm demeanor."
She takes another sip and starts strolling back and forth in her room, the annoyance in her voice growing more prominent
"Then we have the klingon... Oh how I wonder what atrocity the Cardassians has done to her to harbor such an hatred for me, Maybe we are responsible for her being exiled from her house and planet... no, that is not enough for that kind of hatred, It must been even worse, Maybe they slowly dissected her awakened child in front of her while forcing her to betray the klingon empire... and that is why she is exiled.. hmm, Yes, Must be something in those lines.
I don't blame her, my people has done such horrible things. I just wish they did not have to take it out on me. Perhaps I deserve it, perhaps it is how I can help them heal, Maybe that is why they are here and I got this assignment. They do hate Cardassians so it does seem like a possibility, they are here as a mental relief therapy... No, That is silly. Star fleet would never approve of such abuse."
She finishes her drink and phases about even more wiry, even more annoyed
"Then this entire topic of friends, lovers and family... why do they care about me... they must want me to lower my defense so they can hurt me, but why?
A friend is nothing but a person given the opportunity to harm you. A lover is someone you consent to backstabbing you, and family..."
her mood darkens significantly as she hurls the empty cup across the room, watching it shatter, her voice even more aggressive as she continues
"Family is the worse... Family is nothing.
I do not need friends to hurt me, I do not need lovers to destroy my life, and I do not need a family. I will be the best without them... I will be the best at what I do be course I do not let them ruin everything for me again. But it seems they want a Cardassian, Maybe I should give them what they want!"
She sits down on the bed and sighs, looking at the crushed mug
"No, I will not become a monster, I will not let them win"
"Computer, end recording. Save personal log, encrypt using my private key, flag file as private"
The young Cardassian cuddles up in her bed and the computer cheerfully beeps and begins playing a soft tune, Soon after Ilya is soundly asleep. Exhausted of the days perils.