A change of colour

Posted on Wed Dec 1st, 2010 @ 4:31pm by Lieutenant JG Tramira Kyt & Commodore Samantha York

827 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Peace, or Something Like It
Location: Commander York's Office

Tramira Kyt had stopped, on the way to Commander York's office, to change her uniform, in more ways than just 'I need a new uniform, because the last one was nearly torn to shreds in active combat duty.'

Donning a Security Yellow tunic, she put on her Gunnery Sergeant Pips. It looked silly, she thought, but shrugged it off.

She picked up Jaxara's Lieutenant Pips, and his PADD, and nodded to her reflection, then headed off in the direction of Commander York's Office.

On the way, a few people walked by, but didn't pay special attention, except Ensign Daniel Daniels. He merely nodded, understanding the change in colours.

She arrived on the bridge, and went straight to York's office, hoping not to draw the attention of anyone, as she was not in the most sociable of moods. A quick press of the door chime, and she waited.

"Come in," Sam said. She was still playing catch-up with paperwork. Even though it hadn't been more than two days, a lot had happened. When she saw the woman she stood. "What can I do for you... Gunny?" She was a bit perplexed by the Marine pips on a Starfleet uniform.

"Lieutenant Jaxara instructed me to give you this." She said, handing Commander York the PADD Jaxara had written her recommendation for transfer to Fleet duty, "And these." She added, placing the Lieutenant's Pips on top of the PADD. "I am afraid he probably won't be there, if you go to visit him."

"What do you mean, he probably won't be there?" she asked, taking the items.

Kyt looked down. "His body, perhaps. Not his Pagh."

Sam sat for a moment, stunned. "Why did no one inform me?" she asked.

"Sickbay is busy. They have many people injured from the excursion. Regardless, He was breathing when I left. I do not know how long he has left, but his medical vitals were not looking good." Kyt said. "He said there was something about most of his organs being crushed."

"They're not too busy to contact me when a member of my crew is dying," Sam replied. It only took a moment to tap a combdge and call her to sickbay. She thumbed through the PaDD, then looked up ath the Gunny. "Explain."

"It was my request. I am not fond of the Marine Corps, anymore. He just signed it." She said. "There was more. It was personal. I will not repeat it."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "What do you have against the Marines? I happen to know we have one of the best Marine Commanders in the Fleet."

"It is not Major Raine's fault." Kyt said. "It merely has bad associations, thanks to an item on my record."

"I'm afraid you'll have to elaborate," Sam said quietly.

"I was following orders. Doing my job." Kyt said. "I was framed. Wrongly convicted. Half a decade in a penal colony. Because I was doing my job, and not permitted to question it. You tell me how I am supposed to continue serving the Marine Corps, with that thought always in my mind?"

"The Marine Corps isn't unique in that." She gave the woman a direct look. "How do I know you can work with the Marines in a fair and equitable manner? Security often has to work hand-to-hand with the SFMC."

"There is a difference in the two. In Security, you are not charged with insubordination, and locked in the brig, if you question a senior officer." Kyt noted. "Besides that, while they have to work with Marines, they are not Marines."

"Actually, you can be, just as much as in the Corps, but I won't argue the point. If you wish a transfer I'll approve it -- as long as Major Raine signs off on it."

"That is acceptable." Kyt said with a nod. "I see no reason why he would not do so."

"Neither do I, but as you are currently a Marine, I do want his approval of your transfer," Sam said.

Kyt refrained from directly scowling. Apparently Sam was implying that she had to obtain it, herself. "If there is nothing else, ma'am."

"Except to remind you that I'm part Betazoid," Sam said. "And to tell you that, yes, you have to get the permission yourself. Major Raine isn't a hard person to talk to." Sam did it all the time. That thought made her chuckle.

Kyt nodded. "Very well, ma'am."

Sam thumbed through the PaDD again contemplatively. "If there's nothing else, you're dismissed. Report to me after you talk to the Major."

Kyt snapped to attention, nodded, and left the room without further comment. The automatic actions took over her mind, and her own personal thoughts and opinions were covered up by a general feeling off automation. She had had enough of her mind being picked at.

OFF

Commander Samantha York
Commanding Officer
USS Calypso

Gunnery Sergeant Tramira Kyt
Marine
USS Calypso

 

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