From: rneces@mastnet.net (Lynnaea AelCaymarth)
Date: Mon, 10 Mar 1997 23:37:10 -0600 (CST)
Subject: USS CHESAPEAKE:  Never go down without a fight... 

SD 90311.0500
MD 03.0730
Scene:  CSO's Office
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        CSO Aelyria Keyrin was fully planning on putting in another hard day
at the office.  She hadn't slept well after last night's drill, and it
showed;  dark circles underscored her bloodshot eyes, her skin was pale, and
her hair was limp and dull, with no trace of its usual flashes of gold.
        She sipped at her coffee while hacking on the overload of PADDwork
that never seemed to diminish.  Her door chimed softly and she replied
without looking up, "Enter."  
        It was Dannon Torr.  She wasn't expecting him -- he wasn't even on
duty, as was reflected by his nonuniform dress.  "I expected to find you
here."  
        "Is something the matter, Dannon?"  She leaned back and her chair
and gave him a wan smile.  "Have a seat, won't you?"  
        "Can we talk?"  He asked softly.  
        A frown crossed her brow, and a vague feeling of uneasiness came
over her.  "Certainly.  What's on your mind?"  
        Dannon pulled up a chair close beside her and turned it backwards to
sit, his thick forearms crossed over the back.  "Permission to speak
frankly, sir?"  
        "You always have that."  
        "Aelyria -- have you looked at yourself lately?  In a mirror?"  
        She sat up and gave him a steady look.  "You'd better explain
yourself, and quickly, Officer."  
        "Look at yourself."  His voice was gentle, imploring.  "You're
working yourself to death, 'Lyr.  You never take breaks.  You don't seem to
sleep.  You don't eat right, you can't be -- your uniform is hanging off
you.  You run drill after drill on your staff, and you're driving *them*
into the ground, too.  You don't cut anyone any slack, and that's fine --
but you never cut *yourself* any slack."
        Her voice was strained and intense.  "Torr, this ship launches in
less than a week.  It MUST be ready -- no ifs, ands, or buts.  Once I know
everything is working correctly, then I'll ease off -- but not until then.
Have I made myself clear?"  
        He looked at her and stood.  "Perfectly, sir."  He walked over to
her and pulled her out of her seat, his hand firmly on her arm.  
        "What do you think you're doing?"  She snapped. 
        "You're going for a visit to the Counselor to explain to him this
little trait of obsessive-compulsiveness of yours," came the calm reply as
he began to pull her toward the door.  
        With a supreme effort, Aelyria wrenched her arm from Dannon's grip
and sidestepped quickly away.  He gazed at her through tired eyes.
"Aelyria, let's not go through this.  You're due for an appointment there
anyway -- all the officers are."  
        Keyrin's eyes flashed indignantly.  "I have no intention of going!
And you, sir,"  she spat, "are entirely out of line.  Leave now or be
charged with insubordination."   
        "Then insubordination it is, sir.  But you're going to see
Tats-Marush."  More swiftly than she had anticipated, Torr closed the gap
between them and began to haul her once more through the door. 
        Reason gave way to instinct as Aelyria began to fight tooth and
nail, pounding at him, struggling to be free.  She managed to land a solid
blow to his stomach and he growled, took her by both her arms, and slammed
her into the wall hard enough to bring her to her senses.  
        Shaken, she looked up at his eyes, tired and pained, and slowly slid
to the floor, unable to hold back tears any longer.  
        "Sir."  His voice was soft as his hands brushed over the red marks
he'd left on her arms.  "I'm sorry.  But I honestly think this is best."  
        She slapped his hands away and snapped, "Oh, what do *you* know
about what's best?!"  She attempted to wipe away her tears with trembling
hands.  
        "More than you, I think.  Come on, 'Lyr."  
        She looked at him with a mistrust that tore at him.  "You're not
backing down on this, I suppose."  
        "No."  
        "Allright, then," she said disgustedly.  "I'll go when I get cleaned
up."  
        "No, sir."  
        "WHAT?"  
        "You're going now, or you won't go at all."  
[0800, in the Counselor's Office.]
        It was a sullen and red-eyed Aelyria Keyrin that slumped in the seat
before Counselor Tats-Marush.  
        "She's here for her session, sir,"  Torr said behind her. 
        "I see,"  came the Counselor's calm reply.  "Thank you, Officer
Torr.  You may go." 
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NRPG:  
James:  This should kick things off ... she'll be stubborn and pissy, but
that's just her general demeanor with Counselors.  Should get fairly
emotional once you get her broken down and talking about the good stuff...
;)  It's just getting her there that's the hard part.  Mail me if you have
any questions, need responses to work with... 

Respectfully submitted, 
Lynnaea AelCaymarth, aka
Ensign Aelyria Keyrin -- CSO, USS CHESAPEAKE
Ensign Elesse Lyscarta -- CNS, USS CHARLEMAGNE

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