LtJG Gila Sadar - "I was just... Following Orders"
Gila Sadar
((Counselor's Office, Deck 7, USS Artemis-A))
The Orion counselor that Gila found herself seated across was an oddity, and not a good one at that. Thus far, she had all the poise and presence of Captain Addison MacKenzie combined with the complete lack of respect for rank and social decorum of Lieutenant Commander Talos Dakora.
Quite possibly the worst considerable combination.
Which didn’t exactly soothe Gila’s already prevalent anxiety about attending counseling in the first place.
Sadar: Th-Thank you, Co- ::catches herself:: Thank you. Umm… I-I don’t know how many notes Lieutenant Jones left from my appointments with him, but, uhh… S-Safe to say, they were, uhh… Unconventional.
Commander Jashkaa seemed to consider this for a moment, but one did not need to be an empath to sense the general disapproval from the meticulous Orion.
Jashkaa: Lieutenant Jones’ methods left much to be desired, and I am finding I am having to begin at the beginning with many of my patients. ::she took a sip of water, letting that sink in:: So, what brings you here today, Gila?
That was - oddly enough - quite comforting. Starting at the beginning had to mean that they wouldn’t make any serious headway into prying her brain open today, right?
Sadar: … On recommendation from Lieutenant Commander Dakora. I, uhh… The most recent mission had me- ::re-words:: was uniquely challenging. F-Finding peace of mind since our safe return has been… Frankly? Impossible.
A black eyebrow was raised, and the movement was so uncannily similar to the Captain’s, that Gila felt a tingle of icy fear run down her spine.
Jashkaa: Oh? In what way?
That stumped Gila for a moment. She supposed it was illogical to assume that the entirety of the crew knew what had happened for the other teams during their debacle with CloQ. As far as Gila knew, the majority of the Artemis’ crew had been sequestered to the Ship, with only a select few of the crew at large having been chosen for CloQ’s twisted games…
For a moment, that irked Gila. Certainly there were other far more competent people on this Ship that would’ve been appropriate for assassinating a senator! Really, CloQ brought that particular failure upon themselves by picking Gila for that particular outing!
Sadar: I-It’s going to be a bit of a long story...
The Commander clasped her hands together over her knee.
Jashkaa: Please, treat me like an idiot, Gila. Tell me exactly what happened.
Sadar: U-Understood… ::deep breath:: Alongside Commander Adea, Lieutenant Jovenan and a newly-boarded Ensign, the entity known as CloQ transported us to an alternate timeline, in Commander Adea’s childhood home. In that alternate timeline, we learned, the Dominion’s assassination of the Romulan Senator Vreenak never occurred, meaning that the Romulans never entered the war on the side of the Alliance... ::looks down at her hands:: So... It was decided that... That we had to rectify that.
She vividly remembered the deep abyss that had manifested in her mind at that moment. The impossible dilemma in which every aspect of her moral codex pulled her in a multitude of different directions.
oO Violence is the cursed spring from which all suffering flows. Sacrifice that which is dear and let the Wheel guide your way. Oo
The Tenet of Sacrifice.
oO Against the currents of time, only cooperation and unison can see us safe. Discord would see all drown, but together, we will float. Oo
The Tenet of Unity.
The Tenets of the Kahlto were not as rigid or numerous as, say, the Ferengi’s Rules of Acquisition by any means, but they did form a globalized moral compass for the entirety of the Mizarian people. On Mizabet, following the Tenets was easy. Violence practically never occurred, discord barely bubbled before it simmered into uneasy truces or compliance with the majority.
Out here? In Space?
Gila found herself testing the very boundaries of the Tenets far more often than she liked.
Jashkaa: Response?
Sadar: ::snaps out of it:: Umm… ::twists her ring:: Well… W-We managed to locate a window, leading us to the Romulan homeworld, in the capital of Ki Baratan, just prior to the Senator’s return home. I-It was, uhh… Deduced that we still had time to… To… ::struggles with the word:: Put history back on course, so we snuck into a planetary defense turret, with the intention of planting evidence that Dominion operatives used it to… To shoot down the Senator’s Ship.
Jashkaa: Response
Sadar: I… I don’t know. ::twists her anxiety band:: CloQ hinted that there might’ve been another way, but I’m not much in a mood to take their words seriously considering what they put us through just to prove a point, and yet… They never lied outright.
Jashkaa: Response
Sadar: ... Yes Si-... Yes. I just... Assassinating innocent people… It was a… Very trying mission for me, in more ways than I’d anticipated. ::brief sigh:: Even if one felt that the mission was wrong, that what you had to do to ensure the survival of the galaxy at large was wrong, one still has to follow orders. ::twists the obsidian ring::
Jashkaa: Response
TAGS/TBC
LtJG Gila Sadar
Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A
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