My Name is....

Posted on Wed May 20th, 2015 @ 1:38pm by Commodore Samantha York & Sergeant Amarylis Beckinsale

1,180 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Deadly Diplomacy
Location: Sam's Quarters

Amarylis sauntered down the corridor towards Samantha's quarters ashamed that her past had been brought to light. It didn't help that her high was wearing off and the pain was creeping back. She wanted more, they were winning again.

She sloppily tapped the door chime to Sam's quarters.

Sam was taking time to go over reports in her quarters while she waited for Damon to finish up a meeting. "Come in," she said. She stood and turned towards the door when she realized who was on the other side.

"Uh hi." Amarylis said with a smile as she stumbled into the room. "Are you busy?"

"Not really," she hedged. "Have a seat." If she could find one. Sam wasn't so sure given her level of inebriation. "What can I do for you, Sergeant?"

Amarylis walked towards the couch tripping on it falling face first onto the cushions. She began to giggle as she turned her face towards Sam smiling through her long and now disarrayed blonde hair. "You know what, I think I'll lay down if you don't mind."

"I think that would be a good idea," Sam replied. She wasn't sure how -- or if -- Amarylis could get up again. "Why are you here?"

Amarylis swallowed deeply before beginning to cry. "Because....I'm an addict..." She said sobbingly.

"So the doctor tells me," Sam replied dryly. "The question is, why?"

"I really really miss Alex." She whimpered breaking out in tears once again.

"And that's why you went back to your addiction?" Sam asked.

"Wait what??? Back? How the hel....Who told you?" Amarylis asked lifting her hair and squinting at Sam as if she was far away.

"There are the empty bottles of alcohol, the drugs and the medical report for starters," Sam said. "And then there's your hostility when I tried to ask you what was going on."

"I was high as a kite, what'd you expect?" Amarylis replied in a raised tone.

"And that is why you're in your current predicament," Sam stated. "The doctor said you've been high for months."

"And you believe that? What little faith you have." Amarylis stated as she looked around the room. "I need more...it hurts."

"I was the one defending you until you walked into your quarters and chewed everyone out," Sam said. "For your sake as well as the sake of the investigation you've been quarantined. You're no good to anyone the way you are now."

"Bull, you were preparing to nail Storm and I to the wall." Amarylis shot back with a scoff.

"For the drug use, I was defending you. For going on a killing spree, you needed -- and still need -- to face charges. You were told to be covert, NOT let the enemy or the planetary government know we were there. That little act of yours not only caught the attention of the mercenaries, but I now have to explain to the Panerians why we were firing on their people."

"It wasn't their people! Those were mercs plain and simple. You honestly think I'm stupid enough to shoot at those we are trying to protect?" The Adrenaline in Amarylis' bloodstream allowed her to rise from the couch with fresh vigour. "I don't even know why I came here, I'm gonna go." she said as she began to depart the room.

"Sit down, Beckinsale," Sam ordered. "Do you think that matters in this situation?" she asked. "We needed to do this carefully. Do you honestly think what you did will be justified in the Panerian's eyes? You had one mission, and it wasn't to kill people."

"Do you think if the Panarians really knew what was going on they'd care?" Amarylis' eyebrow perked and a smirk formed on her face as she stared into York's eyes. "Oh....Oh this is special. You aren't going to tell them are you?"

She began to clap as she slowly approached Samantha. "Look at you Sam, all grown up now. Alex would be proud you do have a little devil in you don't 'cha?

"Sit down, Sergeant Beckinsale," Sam ordered. "Before I add Drunk and Disorderly to your list of charges."

"You're gonna pin murder on me, what's drunk and disorderly gonna mean?" Amarylis exclaimed as she threw her hands up in the air.

"Sergeant, you are the one who went against orders. You were told NOT to cause an incident and you did just that. You're welcome to plead your case at your court martial. I don't think Alexandra would be very proud of the way you're behaving. Or Jethro Vance."

Amarylis' eyes and torso filled with fire at Samantha's words. If her eyes could change colours they most certainly would be rubies. Her teeth gritted and her breathing deepened. "Don't you dare." she said approaching Sam with her index finger pointed at the flag officer's face. "If you were anyone else."

"And if YOU were anyone else, you'd be busted down to Private and in the brig," Sam replied. "Since this conversation is going nowhere, I suggest you go back to your quarters and calm yourself. Then think about how being rational and reasonable will get you farther than belligerence and bluster."

"I've been nothing but reasonable." Amarylis huffed placing her hands on her hips. "I just...I can't...forget it."

"You've been UNreasonable," Sam corrected. "Think back on your behavior. You've gone out of your way to be difficult. If you want anyone to help you, you'll need to stop it."

"What do you want me to do? I don't get it okay? I...I...god I don't know Samantha STOP it." she screamed clutching her temples. The rush of emotions she had been bottling in were attempting escape. The walls on her emotional prison were crumbling, she was losing herself in her own mind. The sheer amount of stress, thoughts, emotions going through her mind would be enough to drive anyone mad. Her thoughts were jargon as if spoken in Klingon or Romulan. Her eyes began to shift rapidly back and forth as she attempted to regain herself.

The rush of emotions slammed into Sam and she took a deep breath. Whatever was going on, Amarylis needed help. "I want you to get well," Sam said. "And right now, you need time and help to do that."

Amarylis looked around the room frantically as the decor began to spin inside her head. She could feel herself getting nauseous, like a ship caught in a maelstrom she was going under. She needed to find a calm, focus. Something she could focus on. "My rifle..." she panted. "I need my rifle."

"You need a doctor. I think you're coming down off whatever drug you've been on."

"Breathe, slow your breathing. Windage, elevation." Amarylis blabbered nonsensically, her eyes glazing over as she struggled to find her equilibrium.

Sam tapped her combadge. "York to sickbay. Emergency transport of Sergeant Beckinsale."

As the Marine dematerialized, Sam put her head in her hands. The situation was rapidly deteriorating.

OFF:

Sergeant Amarylis Beckinsale
Marine

Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer

 

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