((Renaie's Quarters, Deck 5, USS Ronin))
Renaie was pacing the length of their quarters, their mind ever growing restless from what they had just seen.
Shortrith: Come on, come on, come on…
In all honesty, they were horrified at the effect that the sickness had on its victims. When they encountered the two ensigns in the gold shirts, Renaie had to physically restrain themself from gasping at the traumatised looks on their faces. oO They deserved so much better… not this bulldust. Oo
Storming throughout their room, Renaie swore under their breath at themself for not being able to do much from where they were over on the Ronin. Of course, they knew that they didn't really have any real choice in the matter, as they arrived on the Ronin a while after the distress call was received from the Compass Rose. All they could have done was what they did.
oO Doesn't mean I can't help with the recovery from the aftermath, right? Oo
Wordlessly, Renaie left their quarters, pacing around the deck before returning to their space.
When they returned, they sat at their computer terminal and began to read the psychological records of the crew of both the Ronin and the Rose.
Shortrith: Okay, let's see what I'm working with…
A small smile crossed their face as they noticed a couple of familiar names they knew. One from the Astraeus, and one from the Academy.
Shortrith: I hope to see you again soon, my friends.
Renaie smiled again, and continued reading.
Ensign Renaie Shortrith
Assistant Counsellor
USS Ronin
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