Ensgn Imril - Tales of The Genesis Planet
Chris Taylor
((Counselor’s Office - Deck 7, USS Artemis-A))
Vhysa’lia: Before we begin, I just wanted to check… How do you say your name again? I don’t want to mispronounce it.
Imril: ‘Im’, rhymes with ‘him.’ ‘Ril’,rhymes with ‘dill.’ I share the name with a species of desert bird on Bactrica, similar to an Earth roadrunner.
That was about all of the information on Bactrica that Imril was going to volunteer. But they were resigned to talking about more, as counseling sessions tended to came around to the topic.
Vhysa’lia: Imril, if you would, I’d like to hear more about why you requested to see me today. I understand your recent mission was… stressful.
Imril nodded, and started the story from the top. Sitting at an Engineering console on the bridge, getting their first look at a Da’al ship. Then beaming down and finding a group of soldiers who only half pretended not to be keeping the away team surrounded within a suspiciously circular formation. Then the part where the communications lockdown became evident. Imril could feel the tension in their voice rising as they listed off the reasons to suspect the Da’al as the cause of the interference signal which wasn't shut down even as it became a possible cause for the planet's attack on them all. Their tone lightened up as they detailed incorporating Salkath and Lyara’s work to her own in order to destroy the jammers. Inadvertently giving the ‘Klingons’ a chance to mobilize their own scheme, the mention of which brought Imril's voice back to an even keel of self-reflection.
Imril: And then, Evreste and his troops were pointing guns at the Captain. Calling us morons for breaking his toys. Demanding a reason not to kill us all for helping the Suliban to escape. I told myself diplomacy was done with. That the best thing to do, for everyone, was draw those weapons to myself. Give the ranking officers room to maneuver tactically, even if it cost me. But, looking back, I think that was just the excuse I gave myself so I could do what I wanted to do instead of what needed to be done.
Vhysa’lia: Response
Imril: I wanted to hurt him.
Vhysa’lia: Response
Imril: No, not physically. ::a wry chuckle:: I’d have lost that fight, anyway, I’m sure. ::Shaking their head:: No, I wanted to humiliate him. He put me, and my crewmates, in a box. Locked away from the ship, from the other away teams, from any support in a dangerous place but him and his. And we got out of it. Out of his cage. I wanted him to feel that defeat. Rub his nose in it, to borrow a human expression.
Vhysa’lia: Response
Imril: I stepped forward and gave a little speech. A mean one. I still remember most of it. It boiled down to calling him so amazingly incompetent that if he was the best the Da’al could do, they were ripe for conquest by the real Klingons. The Captain told me to stop as I was saying it, but I didn't stop. Didn’t want to. She had to order me, loudly, to shut up before my training kicked back in and I did what I was told. Before I realized I was making things worse, not better. That’s how much I needed Evreste to sting for what he’d done to me. Us.
Vhysa’lia: Response
Tags/TBC :)
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Ensign Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12