"Why Are Things Never As Easy As They Ought To Be?"
(Previous Post: "Lacking a Purpose")
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Stardate: 61016.1400
The quiet and motionless stars which had kept the
Shillian scientist company for the last hours had done
very little to ease her thoughts about the turmoil
that they had left behind on IRRAJ. At first the
Chief Science Officer had believed that the crew had
managed a miraculous escape, but after her wounds had
fully healed the Shillian woman had come to learn of
the chaos they had left behind them. This by itself
would have been more than enough for the head of the
science department of the USS ANUBIS to feel guilt
over, but the emotional and physical turmoil that the
crew had brought back with them had only compounded
the situation.
The last time the Chief Science Officer had checked,
Lieutenant Dawson and Lieutenant Commander Serenna had
still been in Sickbay slowly recovering from the
injuries they had obtained during the fight for their
freedom. The Shillian woman felt guilt towards this
as well because she had not taken part in the effort
to regain their freedom, the scientist having been
indisposed because of her own lingering injuries.
As much as the scientist might have wanted to join in
and help, the Shillian had to admit to herself with a
certain amount of shame that she would have more than
likely taken on her cat form and ran away instead of
shape-shifting into an animal that might have offered
some kind of assistance. Truth be known, the last
descendant of the Shillian race had never taken the
time to research changing into any sort of animal form
that might have proven in any way helpful during any
sort of conflict.
"That is why Pravat is here with us," the Shillian
woman sighed with both admiration and shame knowing
that the Marine Commanding Officer would have not
hesitated for an instant to jump into the fray and
help fight for the freedom of all concerned. A
strange sensation swept through the soul of the
scientist as he experienced a strange recollection of
the Enaran Marine cradling the woman in his arms and
carrying her to safety.
"Why am I here with you?" the Marine in question asked
having been leaning against the back wall of the
Stellar Cartography lab long enough to have heard the
words spoken by the Shillian woman.
"When did you get so light-footed?" the scientist
asked as the Shillian tried her best to regain her
breath. This had not been the first time that the
Chief Science Officer had failed to hear someone enter
the room, yet each time the woman promised herself
that she would allow such thing to happen again.
"I just wanted to check up on you," the Enaran ma
replied, "I was concerned about you and the nurses in
Sickbay said that you had been released several hours
ago. Although I am not a scientist, I used basic
reasoning and figured that you would either be in the
Astrometrics lab or here in Stellar Cartography," the
Marine said with an amused grin.
"Am I that predictable, I mean I am the Chief Science
Officer of the ANUBIS so I could theoretically be in
any of the labs on the ship or be on the bridge
working on some long-range scans or research? I
realise that we are heading back to NEW ALEXANDRIA and
that we already know all that there is to know on this
region of space, of course I mean that in a scientific
way. Still your assumption that I would be in one of
two rooms is flawed if based on all of my duties and
responsibilities, plus I would like to believe that I
am not that predictable, although I guess you could
say that being predictable is a good thing. Matter
and energy are for the most part predictable which
allows any observer, be them scientist of not, to
accurately predict how certain materials would react
to specific conditions," the Shillian woman said in
what had felt to be a single breath.
"No doubt about it," the Enaran chuckled, "you are
back to normal."
The Shillian woman glared at the Marine for several
seconds before she joined him in his laughter and she
relinquished her argument and admitted, although not
out loud, that Pravat had been correct in his
assumption. When troubled or contemplating something
serious, the Shillian woman had a habit of being in
one of the two locations mentioned by the Enaran.
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"To see the world in a grain of sand, 2006 post #224
Setting: USS ANUBIS, Stellar Cartography
Jessica Solarik { maya_992003@yahoo.com }
Lieutenant Commander Maya
Chief Science Officer
USS ANUBIS
and a heaven in a wild flower.
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
and eternity in an hour."
- William Blake (British, 1757-1827)
