PNPC Gila Sadar - Rumours of Malice
LT Tamio K'Wara
(( Cargo Bays - Level 279, Deep Space 224 ))
((( OOC: As ever, all thoughts (and deep existential fears) experienced by my character is not shared by the writer. xD )))
Gila didn’t know why Officer Tho’Bi had approached her and started a conversation. She didn’t know him very well given his short service aboard the Artemis, and their differing departments. What puzzled her even more was how he’d approached her, and seemingly didn’t really have anything pressing to tell her, or any accusations. Instead, he had started talking about his youth, growing up on a space station.
Officer Tho’Bi had always been puzzling.
Sadar: D-Did you... H-Have you ever been to, uhh ::searches brain:: Andoria?
Tho’Bi: ::quiet stilted:: Once… when I was very young.
Something in his voice told Gila that this was a topic he didn’t enjoy, and she started twisting her anxiety band uneasily.
Tho'Bi: ::almost absent minded:: …but not since.
Sadar: I... I didn’t know...
Tho’Bi: No reason why you should have.
Sadar: I-I suppose not...
Gila tried finding something to say, anything, to break them out of the surely awkward silence that was going to follow, but something in the area saved her from that fate.
Leone: ::shouting:: O! It's Ensign Romeo!
While a most peculiar nickname for the Ensign who, to Gila’s best knowledge, was far from an approximation of the famous Shakespearean character, she supposed the idealistic and passionate aspects were accurate comparisons.
Leone: ::shouting with bravado:: Let down your Andorian hair!
oO Isn’t that Rapunzel? Oo
Tho’Bi: That's two different stories, Tony.
Gila nodded slowly, almost feeling slightly vindicated that her grasp of Earthen stories and fairytales wasn’t as rusty as she’d anticipated.
Once an anthropologist, always an anthropologist.
Leone: ::shouting sarcastic:: Like you'd know!
Then, the crewman looked to Gila and she turned her face away, attempting to appear as unimportant and non-hostile as - to be fair - she was. What followed was something Gila had never experienced in her life. The Crewman spat on the ground. Gila stared, brown eyes wide.
How did he know? Gila’s discharge had not been particularly newsworthy. After the investigation done by Lieutenant Commander Munro, where it had been made clear that Gila’s misconduct hadn’t extended to her work, it had been decided that she’d be put off the Ship on DS224 and be allowed to return to civilian life with her medical license intact. There’d been no larger announcement, and while she’d been hounded by a particularly nosey Tellarite journalist soon after coming onboard, the FNS had also largely ignored her existence.
Leone: Watch yourself, kid ::nods in Sadar's direction:: People talk.
Tho’Bi: I hear you, Tony.
They knew each other. Was it Officer Tho’Bi who had spoken out of turn? Or Officer Cole? Officer Bancroft? No. Gila shook, fear rising in the back of her throat. Rumours. People talking about her behind her back, pointing fingers and gossiping. Sowing seeds of distrust and scorn. Painting the picture of ‘the Mizarian criminal’. She had never seen this man before, and yet, from a crowd of 11.000 people on DS224, he’d picked her out at distance. Had he seen just any Mizarian and assumed it was her?
Her face paled. She had to get back to Kolya. She had to tell him. What if someone else assumed the first Mizarian they saw was her and did something to him!? He didn’t even know yet. She almost wished Captain MacKenzie had airlocked her now instead of allowing her back into society. She had foolishly thought she’d be safe in anonymity because of Starfleet’s discretion, but no. Civilization had no room for her. Not Mizarian. Not Federation.
And if she didn’t hurry, it would have no room for Kolya either.
Tho’Bi: ::quietly:: Don’t worry about it. It's just one…
Gila didn’t respond, didn’t even look at Ensign Tho’Bi.
She just ran.
End Scene for Gila Sadar
Gila Sadar
Sofarih
DS224
As simmed by
LT Tamio K’Wara
Operations Officer
USS Artemis-A
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