Lt. Cmdr. Rebecca Iko -- Annual Performance Review
Rebecca Iko
Bec couldn’t sleep again.
Well, this time she wasn’t letting herself. It was 01:50 hours and she was sitting at the kitchen bench, PADD in hand, trying to write.
Now, it’s no secret that Bec hated writing reports, some of her biggest struggles including the normal needing to go into more detail and to put the report in in a more timely manner and to not sound dumb and to use formal language that the bigwigs would appreciate. But this report, on the latest mission with Robin, was slightly different. There was “this is what we did, what we’ll do better next time, how it could have been prevented and why the UAW and Zumardi thing even happened yarda yarda yarda” but also she needed to write something about Robin’s performance (that was an extra chunk of writing, but she had nothing but praise for Hops) and complete the “personal evaluation” that had been thrown in there as well.
It was that last component of the report that was getting to her.
“How did you contribute to the overall success of this mission?” “Can you share specific examples of your achievements as second in command?” “How would you rate your performance?” “What could you have done differently?” “Were you prepared for this kind of scenario?” “Are you going to be prepared if something similar happens in the future?” — The prompt questions were endless, and they were weighing her down like a ton of bricks.
She tilted her head back and sighed—a long, frustrated, audible sigh—and then looked at the bedroom hoping she didn’t wake Annamae. She didn’t know why she was so worried about disrupting her girlfriend’s sleep. She’d managed to sneak out of bed to try and do more of this report because it was weighing on her, but Annamae refused to let up annoying her until she put work down for the night.
Bec smiled slightly. Stars how she loved that weirdo. Maybe she should be putting the PADD down and forgetting about it for the night. Maybe she should go down to her desk in the security centre and grab out the one that had the ring design she’d been planning on it, see if it needed any other tweaks before she could take it to the jewelers in Paxala.
No. Report writing first. Besides, she had to try and get Annamae’s ring size between now and then anyway.
Bec looked at the PADD again, imagining what she would write in the blank space under “Personal Evaluation”
oO “I breathed in weird space mold and busied our doctors until I had to go up and stand on the bridge while Robin called all the shots. She had to rerail our conversations with the UAW and I suggested a whole bunch of extra ideas we could have pulled ourselves into the $#@% that was the UAW/Zumaris conflict and—” Oo
She hadn’t talked to Robin properly post mission. Yes, there was the meeting in the ready room as they were heading back to the outpost and the drop in to let Wil know what happened, but they were very much CO to XO or CO to 2O conversation, not honest chats between mates. They could have been. This was Amity. They were all very strong friends. But if Bec voiced her concerns about not feeling like she was there enough as she wanted to be for Robin, she had the feeling that it would be shut down, that the two would call it bull and say “you’re fine, don’t worry ‘bout it.” But for whatever reason, she couldn’t take their indifference to heart. Not this time at least.
Bec put the PADD down on the bench. And pushed it away from her. A little too harshly. It slid across the kitchen bench and clattered to the floor. *Loudly.*
Barberra: Response
Iko: I’m okay. Don’t worry about it.
She hopped off the stool and returned to the bedroom, giving up on the writing for the second time that night.
Barberra: Response
Iko: It’s the personal evaluation. If I don’t do it now it’s not going to get done.
Barberra: Response
Tag/TBC