Ensign Leenaya Edrei - I really, really don't like this

[+ TAma]

Look, @Leenaya Edrei is a good writer and @LCDR Aine O. Sherlock is about to fire her. Very rude. Not demure.

(( Sickbay, Deck 10, USS Chin'toka ))

 

 

Sherlock: It's about the mission. I ::beat:: think we should talk about it.

 

 

Edrei: Oh, the mission? Of course. Has this anything to do about the triage protocol we put in place?

 

 

She’d thought it was pretty good, even though being cut off from the transporters had made their task harder, and they always could get better. But even still, everything had worked as it was supposed to.

 

 

Sherlock: Uh ::beat:: no. That was fine. This was to do with casualties.

 

 

Or was it about the paperwork? Oh no, she was late on that task.

 

 

Edrei: ::pointing to her PADD:: I’m still working on the report. The number of wounded we took care of is through the roof.

 

 

Sherlock: I'm all too familiar with those kinds or reports. Sometimes they seem never ending.

 

 

She stayed focused on the mission’s logistics, completely missing the weight behind Sherlock’s words.

 

 

Edrei: I totally underestimated the amount of paperwork. But it’ll be done soon, I promise.

 

 

Sherlock: That's ::beat:: good. But I'm here to talk about a specific casualty.

 

 

Edrei: Of course. Who?

 

 

Sherlock: In Doctor Kel's report, he mentioned the guy we found. And that he didn't make it…

 

 

Oh no… How had she not seen this coming?

 

 

Edrei: Um… yes? What about him?

 

 

She tried to hide her nervousness as best she could. She didn’t need her First Officer to know just how badly she’d failed as a doctor. 

 

 

Sherlock: I'm trying to say ::beat:: I guess…

 

 

She paused, stressing Lee out. Sherlock taking in a deep breath like that was clearly the sign that she had something important to tell her. Was she about to get discharged from Starfleet for letting a man die on her second mission?

 

 

No, no, that was irrational, they wouldn’t do that.

 

 

…But would they? Maybe they’d found that she could have done more, and-

 

 

Sherlock: Let's go get some coffee. ::gesturing to the steaming mug:: A better cup of coffee. I'll probably be more articulate in a more comfortable setting.

 

 

She nodded uneasily, biting her lip. She really couldn't say where this discussion was going (except leading toward her being fired), but she didn’t like it very much at the moment.

 

 

Edrei: Um, sure. Lead the way, Commander.

 

 

 

(( Brew Continuum, Deck 10, USS Chin’toka ))

 

 

The walk to the Brew Continuum wasn’t long, but somehow it helped Lee relax—at least a little. If she really was getting discharged it surely wouldn’t happen there. She would have been called into Sherlock’s office instead, right? Still, the anxiety gnawed at her, especially when she noticed how quiet the lounge was. While she was relieved she wouldn’t be fired in front of the whole crew, she couldn’t help but dread the idea of it happening here, in this almost empty, too-intimate setting.

 

 

They sat at an empty table before placing their orders. Lee considered getting another coffee, but given the amount she’d already drunk in the last few hours and her racing heart, she settled for some jasmin tea and hasperat instead.

 

 

Edrei: My best friend at the Academy and I, we used to eat this weekly. Jasmin tea is my favourite, and she made one hell of a hasperat.

 

 

She mentally cringed. Here she was, spilling her life story to her soon-to-be former First Officer, who likely had no interest in it and was probably just waiting for the right moment to inform her she’d be off the ship at the next stop. Being dismissed after only two missions, that was likely a new record. The absolute shame.

 

 

Sherlock: Response

 

 

She couldn’t stand the oppressive silence any longer, and she took a deep breath before asking the dreaded question.

 

 

Edrei: I’m getting fired, aren’t I? I mean, it makes sense. He didn’t make it, and I’m the one responsible. Maybe I’m just not cut out to be here. But I really didn’t want to let everyone down, I promise, and-

 

 

Sherlock: Response

 

 

Interrupted in her ramble, she looked at Sherlock in shock, not believing what she just said.

 

 

Edrei: Wait, I… I’m not? What do you mean I’m not fired?

 

 

Sherlock: Response

 

 

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