Ensign Haukea-Willow - “I’d Like To Rescue People In Trouble, Like Superman.”
Aly Drolet
((Shuttlebay, USS Rahuba))
Haukea-Willow stood near Chief Sherlock, two other unknown crewmates nearby. The whole collection of crewmembers had been sent a call early that particular morning, requesting their presence on the Rahuba. Apparently, a particularly ruthless organization known as Terra Prime was on the move, creating destruction, chaos and pain in their wake, and not for the first time.
Haukea however, knowing little, yet not none, held no sympathy for their cause. Exclusion, in vicious fashion, was never a mindset she could agree with. To her, she believed that all individuals of any orientation, or specials should intermix in harmony. That was, unless injury, bullying or mental anguish was present. Nevertheless, Willow was adamant in following orders, and getting the job done.
Sherlock: Ensigns Mason and Willow, Crewman Sh'shelor, thank you for coming.
The Andorian present bowed their head, a hybrid between sweetness and concern present in their features. Haukea herself merely had a simple neutral expression plastered on her face. Lips in a thin line, eyes blinking as she nodded to each in turn.
Willow: Welcome, pleasure to meet you Ensign Mason and Crewman Sh’shelor. Great to see you again Chief.
Mason: Response
Sherlock: I know the calls we all got this morning seemed...abrupt. It is unusual for us to get this kind of mission with such little planning. But know that those in command have a plan. And our part in that plan is happening now.
Haukea never had a doubt in her mind that the higher-ups, the command staff in charge, had a plan. They always did, no matter who they worked for.
Sh’shelor: What is our assignment?
Haukea-Willow, normally would have asked further questions, learning each minute detail of the operation. However, at this stage the Andorian, Sh’shelor, had already asked the most pressing question, ‘what their assignment was.’
Mason: Response
Sherlock: I won't mince words, we're going in to get the civilians out.
So it was a civilian rescue mission. Not unlike her last one, in which Haukea, after being assigned to watch a guest, ended up fishing through a sea of rubble, praying and hoping to find individuals alive. Yet, the rescue of various individuals was expected in this particular go around. She hardly cared about the why of the rescue. What was deemed more important was the how.
Sh’shelor: And how exactly are we to accomplish this goal?
Willow: Are there any special circumstances we should be aware of?
Mason: Response
Sherlock: We set up a cordone to protect them, set up transport inhibitors, get them to the ship. Simple.
Basically they had to block off the area, find a way past the guards, if any, and pull the, likely, civilians out. Haukea, let her gaze drift towards each individual in the shuttlebay. She had done similar in previous circumstances, though in those cases the cordone was always physically, visual. This one she assumed was going to be invisible to the naked eye. Likely a largely better solution in this specific case. The less Terra Prime knew of their presence the better.
Sherlock: Any questions? Idea? Concerns?
The Andorian was a highly vocal individual. Not that Haukea minded. She found it rather endearing. The woman wanted to be informed on each individual detail. Haukea was the same. Though she took the backseat, choosing to let Sh’shelor take the lead. She would ask her own questions once she knew they hadn’t been asked.
Sh’shelor: Are we going undercover or are we taking a more direct approach?
Willow: Furthermore, what sort of situation are we rescuing these individuals from. Is it immediate danger? Are injuries to be expected?
Mason/Sherlock: Response
Ah so it was one of those situations. Haukea would certainly rise to the challenge. She could pull off almost anything, other than pretending to be an evil genius. Having malicious intent, to harm, maim, or create long lasting mental, emotional, and social trauma was beyond her current will power. It only could be done if a co-worker, friend or significant other was in harm's way.
Sh’shelor: I assume we are leaving very soon. What is our ETA?
Willow: I’m prepared now if that makes a difference.
Mason/Sherlock: Response
Haukea-Willow had nothing else she wanted to prepare. She had her phaser in her back waistband as always. Besides, she did her best work when actively in the middle of the action. The only thing she personally needed to know is if she needed to be prepared to use said weapon.
Sh’shelor: Are there schematics of the station we can review?
Another valuable question. One Haukea certainly had not thought to ask herself.
Willow: The more prepared the better.
Mason/Sherlock/Sh’shelor: Response
Willow: What I would like to know is if this is a rescue mission where using force, and or phasers might be necessary?
Mason/Sherlock/Sh’shelor: Response
Willow: That is reasonable.
Mason/Sherlock/Sh’shelor: Response
Willow: Well as someone from the 20th century once said “Sometimes you have to pick the gun up to put the Gun down.”
Another moment of Haukea-Willow saying one of her little quotes and phrases. Typical Haukea creating whimsy, courage and covering for time.
Mason/Sherlock/Sh’shelor: Response
Ensign Haukea-Willow
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"One thing I've learned from my parents and from observing all the artists I've been lucky enough to grow up around is that you've got to be brave." - Maya Hawke