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Ensign Ambrosia Hayley

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  1. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Grrrrrrrrr ::smash panel:: (Or in standard: Happy Birthday Parker!)

  2. Congratulations Cadets! Welcome to the fleet and I look forward to simming with you guys again in the future!
  3. Welcome to the fleet, ensign! Congratulations and I hope you enjoy your new post.
  4. Congratulations, Ensigns! I hope you enjoyed training as much as I did and I hope (you will!) have a fantastic time on your ships
  5. Welcome (back) to the fleet! It was great training with you and I look forward to writing with you again
  6. I managed, somehow, to select the wrong round (I'm sure I clicked on 6) as I made this. Could some kind person correct it for me, I can't work out how to from my side
  7. ((USS Darwin, Deck 6: VIP Quarters)) Hheinia: The sun beams like a warm oven, but we love it. We're a simple people Lieutenant and Talvath is a simple planet. We engage in our own business and the concerns of the empire or those around us are of no interest. Eickleberger: It seems like a lovely place that... ::Nessa continued to pace the VIP quarters, noting her plush and comfortable surroundings for the first time. It just added fuel to her animosity pyre, which was in no danger of extinguishing as it was. She couldn't be less interested in the weather on Talvath at this current moment. To his credit, she sensed, neither could the governor. She could very well die today - again. At the hands of a group of Romulan pseudo-terrorists - again. Today was not a good day to die. It was a very different story when she was a teenager, but over the last three or four years Nessa had resolved not to die. She hadn't worked out what to live for yet, so dying already was not an option. It was an ironic twist that one of the key people in her not having died already was also Romulan. She had to remember that. It was difficult at times.:: Nessa: ::Butting in abruptly with a question of her own.:: Ever met a Senator Vreeya, guv'nor? Hheinia: ::Continuing to look out the window.:: No I haven't. oO Didn't think so... Oo Nessa: Frankly, she's the reason we're both standin' here and neither of us is bleedin'. Never spoke to her, like, but she taught me that Romulans can be good people, jus' like anyone else. Hheinia: What a profound suggestion. ::In a distant corner of her mind, a small part of Nessa realised how petty and vaguely racist that was. But that corner of her mind was well out of communication range at the moment; between it and her seemed to stand the entire Romulan Star Empire.:: Nessa: Are you a good person, guv'nor? ::It was a simple question. An honest one, such as your six year-old child might ask after being taught about morality for the first time and not really grasping it properly. But Nessa did believe in good and evil. In between there was a whole lot of grey, she understood that. Sometimes, good people do bad things; Nessa herself was a shining example of that, and doing her best to prove it right now. But at the core of it, some people were good. Others were not. It was a valid question, in her eyes, though not one she expected an honest answer to. Under the circumstances, the governor was hardly likely to turn around and say "No, I'm pure evil!", but it *was* better than punching him in the face...:: Hheinia: I think you'll find my people would certainly consider it so. Nessa: ::Noddingly, slowly.:: Well, if you ain't, and I live to regret you not bein' in an 'olding cell right now... ::Softly:: Just want ya to know that I never got to see the face of the last Romulan that tried to kill me. As you can see, 'e failed. Me poor addled mind could easily be persuaded he looked a lot like you though. Play nice an' that honour could be Sindari's instead, sure as sure. Eickleberg: Ensign! I think it's enough from you. Hheinia:: It's fine Lieutenant. Nessa: ::Smiling sweetly:: Don't mind me, sir. Just conductin' a bit o' diplomacy o' me own. ::The sudden change of countenance of the Romulan governor was, Nessa had to admit, briefly concerning. It was almost as if he had resolved to hate her almost as much as she instinctively hated him.:: Hheinia: The Lieutenant might be able to help me with this, but is it standard diplomatic policy to threaten people? oO Seems to be, in the Star Empire... Or is that just in your Intelligence service? Oo Eickleberger: I'm very sure she didn't mean it as a personal threat sir. Hheinia: Oh I assure you Lieutenant, It was meant as exactly that. ::With a slight smirk on her face, Nessa nodded faintly.:: oO Yep. Sure as sure. Oo Hheinia: ::Looking at the young Ensign.:: I've seen it so many times. You grow up hearing all about Romulans and how bad they are and all the nasty things they've done. Yet you know nothing truly about us or what our values truly are. oO Hearing about them? Sure, yeah... hearing... Oo ((Flashback - 15 Years Ago, London Hotel Room)) ::From under the blanket, wet, terrified eyes looked out from behind a tangle of dirty brown curls. The horrible man was still there, chuckling to himself. The beads of sweat on his pallid flesh glinted in the lamplight, and even though he'd removed himself from her, the stink of Kali-fal hadn't diminished at all from the near-noxious odour she'd just been subjected to.:: S'Lhaerrh: You know, you weren't bad. ::He said, in a tone which disgusted her. The more she thought it might be genuine praise, the more disgusted she became.:: A little... inexperienced, but... I suppose that's to be expected. ::He chuckled to himself. Another thing Nessa hated about the vile man; it sounded like a metal rod stuck in a wood chipper.:: S'Lhaerrh: Perhaps I'll make use of you again, the next time my employer sends me to this... place. Nessa: ::Mumbling under her breath, through the folds of blanket.:: You... you ain't never seein' me again, sir. Not never. I ever see you come back 'ere, I'll be gone. One way or t'other. S'Lhaerrh: Little girl, you do not seem to understand. If I want your company, my employers will see to it. ::He smiled, a disgusting smile which revealed stained, yellowing teeth Nessa would rather never see again.:: The wheat rarely gets a say when it is time to make bread. ::With that he left, as quietly as he had entered. As soon as the door clicked closed, she sprang to her feet and ran, naked, to the window. It was locked, of course. Part of her knew it was going to be. And she had nothing to hand capable of breaking through reinforced glass that thick. To keep out the noise of the street, they claimed. Right now, it felt like it was designed specifically to trap her here until the woman, Osfrid, returned. Turning back to the bed, Nessa saw the smear of blood on the sheets, and her knees betrayed her. She collapsed to the floor, and started to cry. When she was in tact - before she'd bled - that was the most valuable to anyone she was ever going to be, Osfrid had said. So now what was she? Just a sheaf of wheat. Wheat had no say when it was time to make bread.:: ((End Flashback)) Nessa: ::Enraged:: Values? You wanna t- ::The governor began speaking again, which further incensed the pink-haired Ops officer. She decided to let him continue, closing her eyes and breathing in through her nose slowly, just like Brey had taught her. Secretly she was quite glad. He was beginning to have a point, and she didn't like that one bit. But "grow up hearing all about Romulans and how bad they are" had lost him that momentum, and the follow-up left jab, "you know nothing truly about us" had removed all sense of doubt. Nessa glared at the man now, with dead eyes and a stoney heart. She hoped Eickleberger was medically trained.:: Hheinia: I'm not finished Ensign! You got a free hit before but I'm not about to let you slander me OR my people without challenge. ::Pausing to direct this conversation.:: Don't presume to Judge me Ensign. I made a call about Sindari and his character for MY purposes. Nothing about his background said he might hijack a Starfleet Vessel nor could I have cared less if he did. Our current set of circumstances obviously changes things. Your vapid comments do nothing for our situation. oO Vapid? Vapid?! Oo ::As soon as she found out what "vapid" meant, she was probably going to be *so* cross about that comment.:: Eickleberger: Neither does having to engage such comments. Some things should be ignored. Even if they do need punishment later. ::Glaring at Eickleberger:: oO Punish me all you want. It can't be no worse than what he's doin'. Oo Hheinia: When all this is cleared up, and I assure you it WILL be, I"m sure you'd like my assessment of my treatment to be one of thanks. As it stands Ensign you are the physical manifestation of why the quadrant cringes at Starfleet, and when my report gets handed in as to whether I choose to enter Starfleet or not enter it. I'm sure your Career might develop a hiccup when I tell them that you singlehandedly jeopardised any hope of that. ((Flashback - Two Years Ago, USS Victory)) ::Nessa stared at the conn with abject despair. There was literally nothing she could do right now. Her life, and that of the crew, the Starbase, the Thracian Alliance, even the sector, was now in the hands of Colt Daniels, Harold Foster and his team of scientists. And Foster was in sickbay with radiation burns from the test-firing of the weapon, which hardly filled her with confidence. Nessa glanced towards tactical, where Daniels was currently working. Briefly he looked up, and their eyes met. That was when the faintly-glowing candlelight of hope was finally extinguished. Colt's eyes weren't smiling today. His eyes always smiled at her, even when his face didn't want to. But not today. Today his eyes said 'I think this is it for us, Nessa'. His eyes, much like the rest of Colt Daniels, could get away with calling her Nessa. Not many officers could say that. But it looked like this would soon be irrelevant. They were stricken, on emergency power. A metal husk, floating in space, with innumerable Romulan warheads heading their way, destined to wipe out the Starbase and most of the organised military presence in the sector. And Nessa James could do nothing. They were going to die, she was pretty sure of that now.:: ::The wheat doesn't get a say when it's time to make bread.:: ((End Flashback)) Nessa: ::Shaking her head ever so slightly.:: You're massively over estimatin' how much I care about your "assessment" of your treatment, or me career for that- Hheinia: You swarm into MY colony and members of my colony attempt to stage a takeover of your ship, and you stand here and preach and JUDGE my people. As if you can assess the entire race from the actions of a few. ::Pointing directly at the Ensign.::You are lucky that unlike you, I can see past short sighted assessments, like mine of you. Starfleet has much to offer me and my Colony, unlike your worthless racist assessments. ::Hheinia probably thought he'd got her on the ropes. Or maybe in his mind that was a knockout blow, or at least a knockdown. What Hheinia didn't realise was that he wasn't even in a boxing match. This was a verbal streetfight, lawless and unregulated, and Nessa *preferred* to be backed into a corner. That's where she was most dangerous. The ensign saw Eickleberger out of the corner of her eye, desperate to interject himself and retain some sense of decorum, to maybe salvage some kind of relationship with the governor. Nessa deliberately stepped forward, physically blocking him out. If Starfleet wanted decorum, they shouldn't have sent in Necessity James.:: Nessa: You wanna stand there and bang on at me about how I judge you, and your race? Tell you what, guv, I'll cut you a deal; The day I meet a Romulan, and no other Romulans try to kill me, mug me, violate me body, me mind or me ship or 'urt me friends, *then* I'll stop judgin' you. You say I'm prejudiced? I am, sure as sure! And I'll remain prejudiced until such a time as your people stop confirmin' every bloody prejudice I 'ave! ::She was vaguely aware of a burning sensation in her eyes, and a dampness on her cheeks, but ignored it.:: *My* people were *asked* to *your* colony by *you*! To *help* your people when your OWN FETHIN' EMPIRE wouldn't! ::She was dimly aware she was yelling at him, but by this point her mind was careening down a single track with no hope of return. She was far, far past caring about decorum.:: Eickleberger: ::Raising his voice and adding finality to his tone:: That is enough Ensign. Now. ::Turning his head to the Governor.:: Sir, you'll have to forgive the actions of some of the crew. They know not what they do. ::In one of the many moments from today that Nessa would come to later regret, she forcibly shoved the diplomatic officer out of her way.:: Nessa: NO, sir! It is NOT enough apparently because THEN, the very people YOU brought onto OUR ship try to *STEAL IT FROM UNDER OUR NOSES*! They're up there *right now*, possibly killin' *my* friends, *my* family! And *I'M* IN THE WRONG?! ::Nessa took a much-needed breath, but it didn't do much to calm her. She noticed her tears for the first time, and wiped them away with the back of her hand.:: Nessa: ::Slightly calmer, to begin with:: Listen, I ain't got no problem with the hundreds of thousands of Romulans down there ::she pointed, vaguely, at the window:: doin' nothin' wrong. What I *DO* 'ave a problem with is the ones stealin' me ship, SHOOTIN' AT ME FRIENDS AND FAMILY! ::At this point she was reduced to vitrolic screaming, as tears streamed down her face.:: THE ONES WHO VIOLATED ME, *KEEP* TRYIN' TO KILL ME, FIRED *WARHEADS* AT ME! IT'S ALWAYS ROMULANS! IT'S *ALWAYS* FETHIN' *ROMULANS*! And now you wanna join STARFLEET?! You wanna be part of *MY* family?! After all you've DONE?! After all you're doing *RIGHT NOW*? How many *MORE* Tal Shiar agents are down on that planet right now that you have ::she made finger-quotes in the air,:: "NO IDEA ABOUT"?! To hell with that! And to hell with *YOU*! ::As the rage incited by Hheinia's words began to ebb away, only then did Nessa began to realise what the last few moments must have looked like to poor Lieutenant Eickleberger, who had been marginalised and shouted over throughout. Who had watched his diplomatic escort completely implode in front of him and almost beyond doubt take any hope of reconciliation with the Romulan governor with it... What she had just committed was suicide. Career suicide, this time. But still suicide. An officer with her record, with her past... there was no coming back from this, surely?:: oO But it wasn't *fair!* How *dare* he stand there and say those things! Oo ::But perhaps the millions of Romulans who had not yet committed grievous acts in violation of her body, health or spaceship didn't deserve to be tarred with the same brush as 95% of the Romulans she had actually physically met. All chickens laid bad eggs sometimes, right?:: oO Am *I* a bad egg? Is that *why* all this keeps 'appening? Oo ::Suddenly, the realisation hit her that Eickleberger and the governor were both still standing in stunned silence, looking at her. She was still sobbing near-uncontrollably, her eyes red-raw. Breathing in ragged, tattered breaths with sweat glistening on her brow, she'd been standing there, staring into space, for at least five seconds... She looked a complete state, and even the security guards had re-entered to see what all the fuss was about. With a large sniff, Nessa drew herself up to her full five feet seven, and looked the governor in the eye.:: Nessa: ::Pathetically, with polite nod that was far too little too late.:: Good day, sir. ::Nessa turned on her heel and tried to calmly leave the room, but after three steps of near-serenity she quickly degenerated into a blubbering, sobbing half-sprint, and barged past the security officers. The younger one tried - too late - to block her path, but Oakley signaled that there was no point.:: ::Behind her, she faintly heard Eickleberger's plea.:: Eickleberger: I understand unfortunately sir that it can be hard to separate someone's views can color our outlook on an entire group. Just as you said. Hopefully you yourself are above such base judgements of the crew... ((Time Warp)) ::Several minutes later the adrenaline had worn off, and Nessa found herself in some Jefferies tube or other. She wasn't sure where, or overly sure that she cared. She had her knees hugged tightly to her chest and her face buried in between them, sobbing uncontrollably. As the incandescent rage disspitated in her little cucoon of calm, her mind drifted towards the apologies she was going to have to make... Lieutenant Eickelberger, Captain Reinard, Lieutenant Falcon... Hheinia, obviously. The more she thought about it, the more upset she became.:: ::Once again, she was wheat. And it was time to make more bread.::
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