Lt. JG T’Fearne - The Age of Elaazni
Teayl Thorn
((OOC: Set shortly after the Ronin disengages from the Lattice Alliance leviathan and leave Ross 580 system and eventually engages warpdrive on their way back to DS33 with rescued personnel from The Lid, many of whom are now babies and Lt. JG T’Fearne and Lt.Cmdr O’Connor who are reduced to teenagers.))
((Security Complex, Deck 11, USS Ronin))
T’Fearne stood in the centre of the security bullpen. Her five foot nothing frame barely containing her current frustration.
T’Fearne: What, precisely, is the delay, Ensign?
She tapped the surface of her PADD with a distracted finger. Her voice was now higher than normal and cut across the complex. The ensign and two petty officers standing in front of her exchanged a glance.
Ensign: We said we’d get to it, Lieutenant. Soon as…
T’Fearne: Soon isn’t good enough, Ensign.
There was silence for a moment. Then she caught the edge of their collective amusement. Someone snickered slightly. They were laughing…at her.
Her PADD made a crunching sound where she gripped it too tight.
T’Fearne: Do you think the Ronin’s security is a joke? Do your jobs properly or I will…
She stopped herself, trying to retain what little composure she had left. Instead of a steadying breath she gritted her teeth in a silent snarl of frustration.
Their expressions softened. That was worse. Now they pitied her and it was unbearable!
Before she could say anything else, her comm chirped and the Chief of Sec-Tac’s voice followed.
Kessler: =/\= Response =/\=
T’Fearne: ::smacking her comm badge:: =/\= Acknowledged! =/\=
Without another word, she turned around and marched out. Her little boots hit the deck hard.
((CSO’s Office, Security Complex, Deck 11, USS Ronin))
T’Fearne stomped petulantly in through Kessler's office door, then caught herself, coming to a formal attention, trying to reclaim her lost height by standing on her tiptoes and gazing off into the ceiling.
T’Fearne: Umm… you wanted to see me, sir?
Kessler: Response
T’Fearne: I’m fine, sir. ::waiting a moment to see if that would suffice for an answer, then continued:: I sustained a minor injury. I am okay now. The radiation exposure is already resolving at the cellular level. The other side effect of the mission is more complicated to reverse. ::forcefully, though he hadn’t asked:: I can still do my job!
Her gaze dropped to the traitorous hem of her uniform trousers, hastily rolled up so she wouldn't trip.
She hadn’t taken the time to have the computer measure her in her current condition to be able to replicate a new, fitting uniform yet. She was still borrowing ones from ensign Wren. If she didn’t update her biometrics…then it was easier to believe this wasn’t a permanent condition.
oO Well in a very slow way, it’s not a permanent condition, I suppose. Oo
Kessler: Response
Her eyes went back up to her CO’s face, but she couldn’t quite suppress the juvenile eyeroll at his concern. She just wished everyone would leave her alone about it. It wasn’t like she could do anything to fix it. And she really didn’t want their pitying emotions leaking all over her.
T’Fearne: The crew are not treating me with the same respect, sir. This department has been losing its discipline ever since Chief Carpenter left.
She hadn’t really meant to say that. It just came out as a dig, to get under his skin. It felt good for three seconds and then she regretted it. She hadn’t realised how used she had grown to sensing the crew’s respect and even warm regard towards her. Now their pity or doubt in her abilities felt loud in her senses.
Kessler: Response
T’Fearne: ::unbidden, tears started to well up in her eyes and the high voice gained a pitch close to whining:: If you think I’m not managing my responsibilities then just relieve me of duty. But I’m not giving up my commission just because…because of this. ::gesturing at her teenaged self::
Yes, she knew that was a totally illogical statement. She dashed the angry tears away.
T’Fearne: I have been a part of this department for longer than you have, Jack. And just because I’m…I’m…::deciding on a word she could live with:: emotionally compromised right now…dosen’t mean you or Niac or anyone else can send me back to my parents so they can “look after” me for the next six years until I can go through the academy all over again! Why can’t you all just treat me like normal!
Crossing her arms, she stomped her small foot on the deck playing in his office with a loud bang.
T’Fearne: I won’t go! You can’t make me leave the Ronin!
Kessler: Response
[Tags / TBC]
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Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
R240107T14