Soria Deyor - A Hebitian's Habit (Part I of II)
Lyara Alroyo
((OOC: This solo sim is to introduce the PC I will be changing to in a week when the Valkyrie-A launches!)
(Timeline: A few months before the Valkyrie-A)
(( Soria’s Apartment, San Francisco, Earth ))
The apartment was quiet, just the way Soria liked it after a long day studying and doing mock cases on the academy holodeck. Although she was currently on Earth she was still taking a Cardassian Medical Academy curriculum far from home. She had to turn on the heat as the fog had stuck around, but that was just an excuse to brew some tea. As much as she missed the familiar heat of Cardassia, she was happy to be free from its strict culture. Whenever a teenager visited her clinic she’d have to restrain herself from laughing whenever they claimed their parents were strict for not letting them out of the house past 2000 hours. The humans were so laissez faire compared to Cardassians. If she was even allowed out on a weekend was a miracle with her parents. But she was happy that the Earth children didn’t have to worry about the things she did growing up.
Deyor: Chamomile tea hot.
Her replicator lit up as a steaming cup of tea formed in front of her. Soria reached for the cup and took a small sip. It needed a little more sweetener.
Deyor: Two sugar cubes.
The replicator obliged and spawned two sugar cubes which she picked up and dropped in the cubes. She swirled them around for a moment as she watched them dissolve then took a sip once they were stirred in. Perfect, it tasted perfect to her. With her tea made she realized she hadn’t had anything to eat since her lunch break.
Deyor: Sem’hal stew, light yamok sauce please.
One woosh of light later and the stew had been replicated exactly to her taste. The smell wafted up and it almost reminded her of how her mom would make it back when she was in the refugee camp. Although the memory was from a darker time, it made her nostalgic for that time. When her parents weren’t so hard on her and enforcing their idea of what her life should be.
She brushed the thought off and made her way to her desk and turned on her computer. There was some homework she still had to do, the most important of all being where she would pursue her residency. It was not a question to take lightly, especially since she had already started to get offers from medical installations across the Federation, and Cardassia.
That’s what worried her most, once her parents caught wind of the fact she had been offered a position for residency in Cardassia they’d be relentless. Only a Cardassian hospital is fit for their Cardassian daughter. All good Cardassians are supposed to serve the state, or so she’s been told time and time again. Her father told her that on Earth the Humans would hate her and shout obscenities at her about how she’s better off in Cardassia. Ironically, it was Cardassians who kept saying that to her.
But still, she found herself never fully dismissing the idea of a Cardassian residency. Maybe her being a Cardassian meant she couldn’t operate in a Federation society. Even with other civilians she found herself adhering to ranks in hierarchies in the hospital. She would order around those “lower” ranking than her but then immediately adhere to someone she perceived as “higher” rank. It was such a problem she had started to see a counselor over it. Which if her parents caught on to that they might fly over and take her back to Cardassia for being weakened by the Federation.
Soria swiped the message into the “To Be Considered” folder as she took a bite of her stew. Replicators were never able to capture the true Cardassian taste, but it was good enough and it made her feel warm in a cold environment. She continued to eat her stew as she scrolled through applications and sorted them between whether she’d apply or not. As she scrolled she came across an application that made her almost choke on a piece of meat in the stew.
It was an application to be a doctor on a Starfleet vessel. Why they would accept a civilian she didn’t know. Did Frontier Day deplete Starfleet reserves so much that they needed civilians to fill in duties? Although, she had heard about opportunities for civilians in traditionally officer positions on Starfleet installations. Famously, Terok Nor or Deep Space Nine to Federation people, had multiple non Starfleet members hold higher up positions on a Starfleet installation. Of course she’d be applying for a ship which is a bit different than a station, but it’d still be a good opportunity. She’d been in one place her whole life, even though she went from Cardassia to Earth. She still hadn’t visited the Lunar colony yet. Soria needed this opportunity to spread her wings.
Before hesitation set in she immediately clicked the apply button, filled out the form with her credentials and turned off her computer. She nervously finished her meal and gazed out the window as she pondered her act of rebellion. To work on an Earth installation was already fairly taboo, but could be seen as respectable. But a Starfleet installation? Might as well label her as a traitor to the culture in her parents eyes. They would call in a few hours and they’d ask about residencies, how would she tell them that she applied for a Starfleet vessel as her first application.
She sat back in her seat and finished her tea then got up to take a shower. Maybe the hot water would help her find the courage to go against her parents.
TBC in Part Two
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Doctor Soria Deyor
Cardassian Medical Academy
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