Lt. JG Rebecca Iko - Grow up and start listening.
Zenia Emba
((Transporter Room - USS Kitty Hawk - Sometime later….))
She had tried. She had tried so hard to cool down the fury that now ran through her veins and controlled her train of thought. But it had never left. She arrived later than the captain in the hopes that the initial greetings could be done without her fury derailing the situation. Now she stared the Trenvonn dead in the eye as they spoke.
Iko: Hi, ::ungenuine:: sorry I’m late. ::assertive, to the Trenvonn:: Why are you doing this?
One of them seemed to shy away behind their leader. Bec gulped, knowing the gesture was in response to her displeasure. She waited for the conversation to continue.
Raask: It’s for the greater good. To save as many as we can.
oO Control the rage… Control the rage… control the rage… Oo
Synaax: Yes, I agree. There is much to be done.
She couldn't control the rage.
Iko: Bull$#@&. “Greater Good”. It’s a lie. It’s a lie you tell yourselves so you can hope to believe that what you are doing is right. That just this one task that causes casualty now will help you provail into the future. Except now it’s gotten out of hand. Do you know what you’re doing down there? You’re killing the entire planet. You’re murdering and slautering an entire world. For the “greater good”. ::pointing:: Down there, Idrustix, Skrall, whatever it’s #%*!@&$ called, is dying a slow, agonising death.
Vataix: Bec…
She wasn’t listening. Big mistake.
Iko: And you’re lying to and deceiving yourselves and your fellow Trenvonn’s to believe that this is fine, and everything will work out. I know deception and manipulation when I see it. Because I was surrounded by that for the first sixteen years of my life. So let me be honest with you. ::side-eyeing Rahman:: I know that I'm going to be punished for talking to you like this. ::facing the Trenvonn:: I also know that I am angry. Very #*@&%*@ angry. Because you are lying bastards who are holding my family hostage and it is taking so much strength to not snap your STUPID NECK AND CRUSH YOUR LITTLE PEA-BRAIN RIGHT HERE!
Rahman: THAT’S ENOUGH, LIEUTENANT!
She stood for a moment, with her eyes shut before continuing, much calmer, although the Trenvonn was now not.
Whoops…
Iko: ::Stepping back, taking a breath:: now, if you will excuse me, with your permission captain, I’ll be escorting myself to the brig.
Rahman: Denied. You will stand there and be quiet.
Bec pursed her lips and nodded, mouthing a “yep” in the process.
Synaax: Whoa, what have I done to offend you? If I said something please let me know; I find this really odd and out of place for me.
Bec's face changed from a neutral-ish expression to a deadpan one, not that there was a noticeable difference between the two.
Vataix: My apologies, but you must understand this has been a very… stressful situation for us all. Our colleagues—our friends—have been placed in danger. Having spoken to them just now, there lives are in danger right now by your drones.
One of the Trenvonn - the leader - looked with clear disapproval. It wasn't the type that made you feel scared, but ashamed and small.
When Raask came forward towards Bec, she did not show any resistance. Yes her fingernails dug further into her clasped hands, and yes, her chest was tighter than it would after a good run, but she remained unguarded as what seemed to be a portable scanner placed its lights around her. The Trenvonn looked at the results, and the look in their eye told Bec that this wasn't what Raask was looking for.
Bec kinda wished that she was in fact what the Trenvonn wanted. It would have meant they didn't want anyone else. It would have meant her family was safe.
Raask: Curious. Is insubordination common for your crew, Captain?
Synaax: Captain, does this alien speak for the whole crew?
Rahman: No, she does not. But the ambassador is correct that our colleagues are in grave danger. The team leader on the planet, Lieutenant Commander Wil Ukinix has asked me to implore you to shut off the drone that is actively pursuing them. Can you do that as a show of good faith to start our talks?
Raask looked at Bec again. She returned the gesture, with a glance not of fury, but not entirely of submission either.
Raask: We shall see about good faith.
Synaax: Well, yes technically it's possible, but I strongly go against that. There is too many unknowns.
Rahman: Ambassador, why don’t you and our guests go ahead and take use of our observation lounge for these talks? I’ll join you all shortly.
Vataix: That’s an excellent idea, Captian.
Synaax: Hmm. That is a good idea. :: looking towards Raask:: If she will allow it. I am willing to help.
Raask: I will allow it.
They left, following Rivi’s lead.
Captain Rahman turned to the transporter chief - the sole other person in the room.
Rahman: Give us a moment.
Transporter Chief: Aye, captain.
They began hustling away, and Bec closed her eyes for a moment as she waited for the sound of closing doors.
Rahman: Lieutenant, you do not get the luxury of that kind of outrageous behavior and then a walk to the brig in peace. You enjoy colorful language? Then grow the #%*! up. You're a Starfleet officer, and in case you've forgotten, you're not on Amity Outpost anymore but a Starfleet ship--*my* ship. Do you understand that?
She answered directly and somewhat suddenly.
Iko: Yes Captain.
Rahman: Do not think because Ambassador Vataix and I are pursuing a diplomatic solution that she or I are any less frustrated and angry about this situation as you are. But your little outburst might have just cost whatever chance the ambassador has at avoiding a full-out confrontation with the Trenvonn--possibly even war.
She nodded again, keeping thoughts of “immediately jumping to the worst possible conclusions” to herself.
However, the captain continued showing her disapproval.
Rahman: Frankly, I'm disappointed not only in your own behavior but the standards evidently set for you. You might only be on my ship for a short time before you return to Amity, but I expect you to raise those standards for the remainder of your stay here.
Iko: Understood Captain.
She paused for a moment, carefully considering her choices of words.
Iko: I would also like you to know that my behaviour is mine alone and does not reflect Ambassador Vataix and Commander Ukinixs’ ability to run an outpost and it’s crew.
Rahman: response
She looked at the wall behind the captain, processing what she had just been saying.
“Grow up” the Captain had said. Many others had said that Bec had grown up too fast. Never crying. Seeing the harsh truth of life from very early on. Investing time in studies rather than parties. Etc., etc… Maybe this was a form of “slow down and catch up”. Or maybe this was a form of saying that Bec hadn’t changed from how she was as a child.
There was one time where her family had had a verbal brawl over the rule of “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” and how it “didn’t apply to Mum because Mum was Mum and could do whatever she wanted.” Back then she was there encouraging her brothers along and breaking as many of these “rules” as much as possible, But now, she looked back and begrudgingly thought that perhaps that particular “rule” was worth listening to.
So maybe she was growing up. But it was more of a question of who was she growing into.
Iko: Captain, Is there anything more you would like to add?
Lt. JG Rebecca Iko
Security Officer
Amity Outpost
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