Catastrophic news from home.

Posted on Sat Jul 10th, 2010 @ 5:15am by Lieutenant JG Erin Tal

454 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Transitions
Location: Councellers office
Timeline: current

Erin had just sat down at her desk when the call came in from the small Class-M planet the Kazon refugees inhabited.

''-rin? Can you hea--me?''
The Kazon squinted at the screen, vaugly making out the face of her freind through the static.

''One second.'' She called, slapping the screen. It took a few slaps, but the static died down and at last the face in the console was recognisable.
''Maa'va! I was'nt expecting your call for another week! Hows things?'' The counceller exclaimed, coffee-cup frozen in its journey to her lips as her brow furrowed
in worry.

Maa'va shook her head, the pixels flickering a little.
''There's been.... trouble here.''

''The Relora!'' Erin spat, her temper rising instantly. ''They KNEW the agreements. What made them break the boundary-line!?''

Her freind shook her head vigrously, braids flying.
''Not the Relora sect, freind. They've kept to their own lands. Its the Olga. A band of them attacked our hunters last night.''
The younger Kazon's voice caught and wavered as she looked down. ''They killed Ronah.''

Erin stared at the screen unseeingly, a lump forming in her throat, obscructing any sounds.
In a soundless snarl of anger, the back of her hand sent the coffee cup flying, its contents spiralling through the air as the glass smashed against the far wall.
There was a thick silence, both ends of the communication were lost in their own greif. When Erin could speak again, she turned back to the comm, her eyes welling
with tears and swirling with volatile greif.
''Find them. Find them and kill them.''

She knew it was'nt the correct or even the most civil way for a starfleet counceller to act, but theese were Kazons. They wouldnt understand diplomacy.
Maa'va smiled angrily, holding up leather bands traditionally worn by Olga scouters on the wrist.
The bands, and Maa'va's arms were stained red.
''We tracked down the three responsible. The leaders from the other sects were most helpful- it seems they didnt want any wars to start from this so they wanted
to make an example of rouges. An eye for an eye.''

Erin nodded, just wanting to get away from the comm.

''Will you be home for the burial?''

Erin shook her head. ''I cant.'
Maa'va nodded sullenly. ''I thought not.''

There was a crackling silence.
''Give my blessings to the clann.''Erin thumped the console blindly and the call was cut off.

In the pressing silence of her own office, Erin leant her forehead against her desk, sobs shaking her shoulders.
Sometimes it sucked being the only counceller on the ship.

OFF
Lt (JG) Erin Tal
Cheif Counceller
USS Calypso

 

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