USS Dark Fire (IC)

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.1040

“You’re ring will be fabulous.” Reeves replied with a quick glance to make sure everyone was following, losing the ensign now would be bad.

The four were now in a standoff with the one, and it’s target. Quickly shackled and collared the Target stopped fighting as the five faced off with weapons drawn.

“I have a guild contract, you cannot interfere.”the one said as Reeves and company passed out the door and into the light.

“Sorry Hora, you’re not my favorite, you’re fourth.” Reeves replied.

Glancing around Yito quipped, “I like guys and girls but not him or you. Sorry. Plus you’re both my senior officers so it wouldn’t be acceptable for a relationship. Even if it was solely physical.”

***

Pointing at the blueprints on the monitor Kavela indicated the information in the corner. Starfleet Command – Security Division – Admiral M. Okrand.

“As I have clearance to access the file, and you don’t. That mean’s I have authority to construct, or direct it’s construction. And that’s the best you’re going to get.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora
Hora sighed. She had been hoping—Commander Reeves and Ensign Yito to volley back with something witty. Something like, “Captain Hora, you’re not my favorite wife… you’re my favorite mistress, or angel, or captain, or marshmallow roaster.” Or maybe a more diplomatic dodge like, “How can I choose a favorite when all my wives are so spectacularly exhausting?”

And when she’d teased about husband duties, she’d imagined a snarky retort along the lines of, “I’m sorry, are you referring to changing a blown nacelle on the scuttlecraft? Because that’s the only kind of maintenance I’m certified for.”

“I’m sorry I said anything,” Hora muttered, half to herself, half to the void.

As they approached the shuttlecraft, Lt. McLeo was already standing at the open hatch, arms crossed—though Hora swore she saw the faintest twitch of a smirk.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.1045

“Mr. McLeo, prepare for departure. Captain,” Reeves said stepping out for the way so she could board with speed. “I believe we should depart this planet with speed. The Imperial Guard seem hostile from the reactions of the locals.”

“We should scan and upload the data as soon as possible,” Yito commented as she boarded the shuttle. It was an obvious and logical assessment, and she knew the Officers had probably automatically considered that as well, but she still said it.

Taking a seat she made sure the counselor had space next to her, if they launched quickly enough they might not have to get into a dogfight in space.

“Are we having fun yet?” She asked the room with fake glee.

“Vulcan’s don’t participate in.. fun.” L’Sa commented as she sat on the other side of the Counselor. She knew full well it didn’t matter where she sat as Jordan would enter the cockpit and assist in flight duties. But the Counselor may need a familiar presence to help calm her down.

And the Captain seemed, irritated.​

 

[sereneotter00]

◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

Once their safety was assured and they could withdraw from each other, Xiana cultivated more wonders. Who exactly did those people answer to? What was the reason for restraining that fellow?

“Their use of a collar was rather cruel,” she noted as they entered. She was inclined to ask about the charts and what they had retrieved at the docks, but her lack of knowledge on the two likely would limit understanding the answer. Instead, she asked, “What is a guild contract?”

To fuel her disquietude, the tension in the room was unavoidable. She didn’t quite care where it came from at the moment, though she knew it wasn’t the time or place to find out. Her initial proposal on simulations was meant to assist in such cases—to prevent emotions from interjecting on a mission, even if slight, and especially if approachable.

However, it wasn’t the time to undo that knot. “This is a concern for later, but I want to speak with all of you as soon as our duties are settled upon returning to the ship. Concurrently and then individually,” she announced before taking her seat, a deep breath following.

◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

Okrand, huh? Maybe that was the best he was going to get from her, but he was set on knowing. If Kavela couldn’t find him the information, then he’d find someone who could. He just had to figure out how to do so without having her reprimanded.

Araiza shrugged. “Fine. Just to be clear, I do have the next…” he glanced at a nearby clock, “…thirty minutes before I have to go turn in some forms for my hearing before the deadline. Will I get another shot at hooking up with you, or has that ship sailed completely? Clearly romantic build ups aren’t my thing but dissatisfied customers will only wreck my reputation.”

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

Hora turned to her worm companion, Boohaul, who shimmered faintly under the shuttle’s lights. “Listen,” she said, voice low but urgent. “I may have accidentally pissed off the imperial troops. Don’t ask how—I’m still piecing it together myself. But we need a translator, and you’re the best squiggly linguist I know. I’m offering you a choice: come with us, get paid in whatever credits your species accepts, and we’ll do our damnedest to return you to this planet when it’s over. No promises. You in?”

Boohaul slithered forward and coiled around Captain Hora in a gesture that looked like a boa constrictor preparing to crush—but instead, it was a tender, full-body embrace. His voice vibrated through her ribcage.

“Apologies, Captain. Mkoosi don’t do long-term entanglements. We mate. We move on. But I’ll never forget our sex together. WOW! Best ever. The way I detonated my load in your ears and eyes? Truly erotic. Goodbye, Hora.”

He uncoiled with a flourish, leaving behind a faint scent of worm.

Hora blinked. “Goodbye, Boohaul. I loved learning about your species,” she said, trying to sound academic rather than flustered. She hadn’t exactly wanted the entire shuttle crew to hear about their interspecies rendezvous, but the damage was done. The silence that followed was thick enough to chew.

Lt. Shino Mcleo

Lieutenant Shino Mcleo, oblivious to the tension hanging in the air, turn around to everyone with the confidence of a man who’d never read a room in his life.

“Good day, ladies and gentlemen,” he began, voice chipper. “On behalf of Federation Airlines, it is my pleasure to welcome you aboard Flight 01, with nonstop service to the Andromeda Galaxy. Federal regulations require—”

“Just take off!” Hora snapped.

Shino paused, saluted the air, and hit the thrusters.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.1045

“Bounty Hunters use them for hunting down criminals that have left certain jurisdictions. The federation has them, but it’s.. overlooked as a necessary evil.” Dr. L’Sa commented. “There are even Vulcan’s that partake of this trade. Although they focus more on the tracking and investigation than the apprehension of the criminal.”

“And the Collar looked more.. techie than just a collar. Maybe an immobilizer or a shock collar? In case the subject tried to run? Or a tracker.”

“I believe certain countries on earth used a similar device in the late 20th/early 21st centuries.” Ensign Yito offered. “Though I think that was on the leg..”

“Of course Counselor,” L’Sa replied in response to the requirement of a session.

“Just tell me when, and were.” Yito said shrugging as she agreed.

“Captain if I understand properly the conversation between you and the alien, you need a full and complete physical.”

***

“The ship is still docked. The question is will you actually unload your cargo before setting sail again?” Turning she looked at him in the eyes. “If you do it again… I’ll put you in the medical ward.”

“We can meet after your paperwork is complete. Your quarters noon. That will give you time for paperwork and cleaning up. You smell.” Kavela told him. “And if you finish that device quickly enough I’ll make sure you’re pleased as well.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Return to USS Dark Fire
Lt. McLeo guided the shuttle into orbit with practiced ease, his cat paws dancing across the controls. As the stars shifted around them, a massive, unfamiliar vessel loomed into view— ominous, and definitely new in orbit.

“Imperial Bros,” he muttered.

Rather than engage, McLeo veered off, angling toward a nearby moonlet—a jagged, tumbling rock barely larger than the USS Dark Fire itself. Calling it a moon was generous; it looked more like a rogue meteor that had gotten shuck in orbit.

Captain Hora leaned forward. “What exactly are you doing?”

“Executing a chill move to shake off any sketchy tagalongs,” McLeo replied, grinning as he tucked the shuttle behind the moonlet’s shadow. With a flick of his wrist, the cloaking system engaged. To any outside observer, it would appear the shuttle had vanished straight into the rock.

“Gnarly,” he added, with the enthusiasm of a surfer catching the perfect wave.

The shuttle shot forward, cloaked and silent, toward the rendezvous point with the USS Dark Fire. Major K’alena was already stationed there, waiting with Klingon discapline.

As the shuttle approached, Bay 3’s doors slid open. McLeo brought the craft in for a smoothlanding.

Hora stepped out, stretching slightly, showing off her great chest. “Feels good to be back aboard,” she said, addressing the away team. “Nice work, everyone. Dr. Marlowe, please coordinate your debrief sessions when time allows. I’ll be in astrometrics reviewing the star charts and intel.”

She turned to Commander Reeves with a raised brow. “Care to join me? We can look at the stars together.”

 

[sereneotter00]

◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

‘Necessary evil’ felt like an understatement. Xiana considered it inhumane, no matter the use. “With too many places in a creature’s body, placing it on their neck seems symbolically and physically barbarous. May they outgrow that practice.”

The rest of their travel went smoothly—clever adaptations aside—contributing to Xiana’s peace of mind as soon as they returned to the ship.

She listened to the captain’s instructions. “I’d like to meet with everybody here this evening at twenty hours. I’ll reserve a boardroom.” Xiana contemplated doing it right away but figured everyone must be too tired for such a thing. She didn’t want to put it off for the next morning and risk forgetting key topics.

“I will be in my office if you need anything in the meantime. I will be freshening up for the next hour, so kindly don’t contact me unless it is an emergency.” With that, the counselor departed, a bit of urgency in her walk. She appreciated the fashion of the location they had been at but ultimately preferred her clothes during work hours.

◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

“Fair enough.” Araiza had been expecting a different answer, but he was content with her agreement. “Cool, sounds good,” he replied, furrowing his brows and lifting the neck of his shirt to his nose. He was typically on top of his hygiene. “There’s other ways to tell me I need to get a new cologne.”

The device gave his mood a turn. “No, ma’am. I’m not finishing this thing that I’m not one hundred percent sure of its purpose. They’re gonna be able to tell it’s me, and I could kiss my career goodbye.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.1045

“Your flight skills were acceptable Mr. McLeo. However the next time a ‘chill move’ is required, prior warning would be appreciated.” Reeves commented as he left the shuttle.

“Of course Captain, it shouldn’t take long for Dark Fire to compile the Linguists into the translator units. We can review the Data while that’s occurring.”

***

“I apologize, my species shares that with Vulcans, females have a more sensitive olfactory system for detecting possible mates, and danger.”

“As for the Device it’s a weapon. And if you won’t work on it. I will. My career is safe from termination or disruption.”

“However if you’d like I can log your reluctance to construct the device, and thereby save your career.”

***

Stardate 29870607.1300

The counselor had had two hours and fifteen minutes to deal with her personal affairs before the first showed up.

Tapping the control to the Door Ensign Yito Seja waited to be authorized entry. She was curious what this would be about. A standard debriefing from a psychological view point? She’d already finished and sent her report to the Commander and the Captain.​

 

[sereneotter00]

◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

He bit the inside of his cheek, weighing his choices. On one hand, if he finished the item himself, he would be assured that it wouldn’t accidentally kill someone. On the other hand, he wasn’t sure if just logging his reluctance was a good enough defense, especially when he wasn’t supposed to be working. Historically speaking, acting out of bounds was something he was inclined to.

But he didn’t need another disaster. He sighed. “Fine, but I’m going to take care of it myself. Go get the replacements, and then leave me to put it together. I don’t feel like getting in trouble so soon.”

◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

A bath and proper change of clothes later, Xiana felt good as new. She was headed to her office to take care of her cases when she noticed the ensign standing out in the hallway.

Confused, she approached her. “Good afternoon, Ensign. Were you… planning to save a seat? We’re scheduled to meet in seven hours.”

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora
“Is this really necessary?” Captain Hora muttered, eyeing the female Emergency Medical Hologram with suspicion. This particular sickbay happened to have an all male staff, and after a brief, awkward debate, they’d unanimously agreed to let the EMH handle their captain’s post-mission decontamination.

“Yes, Captain,” the EMH replied, voice clipped and sanctimonious. “You’ve been exposed to multiple alien species. My sensors also indicate you’ve engaged in no fewer than seventeen sexual encounters in the past thirty days.”

Hora blinked. “Is that... relevant?”

“I am simply stating the facts. Though if I were programmed for judgment, I might follow that with ‘you slut.’”

Hora narrowed her eyes. “You’re not programmed for judgment, right?”

The EMH tilted its head. “Not officially.”

It scanned Hora’s outfit. “What are you wearing?”

“Local attire,” Hora said. “We bought it to blend in on the planet.”

“I’m detecting microbial contamination. Also, it’s hideous. The cut does nothing for your figure.”

Hora frowned. “Are you... critiquing my fashion choices?”

“Clothing reflects mental and emotional state. Yours screams ‘i need attention.’ Please remove your uniform.”

Hora hesitated, then peeled off her top. The EMH emitted a soft gasp.

“Captain, your breasts appear swollen. Raise your arms—I need to examine them.”

The hologram stepped forward, clinically squeezing and prodding. Hora stared at the ceiling, praying for a warp core breach.

“Structurally sound, although very large” the EMH announced. “However, there is significant male DNA contamination. Based on your sexual history, I recommend enhanced hygiene protocols. Perhaps a loofah. Or a fire hose.”

“Computer,” Hora snapped, “shut down EMH program.”

The hologram vanished mid-sentence. Hora opened the exam room door, still topless, and pointed to the nearest medic.

“You. Gloves on. Decontaminate me. And if you say one word about my outfit, I’ll feed you to a tribble.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.1045

Turning Yito looked at the Counselor. “I’m sorry, did I misunderstand? I thought you wanted us to meet with you individually as well as the group meeting.” She replied. Analyzing the conversation she was quite sure the doctor had wanted individual as well as a group meeting. Though she had specified the singular meetings would be after the group meeting. “My duty shift starts after the group conference.”

***

Raising an eyebrow Kavela stared at him for a minute before turning and retrieving the required components.

Placing the parts on the table she leaned down and whispered in his ear. “The next time you give me an order will be the last time you have sex.”

***

Reeves watched as Captain Hora left the Astrometrics Lab for the Infirmary, The EMH had been rather irritated that she hadn’t reported their first.

Turning back to the holocharts as the door closed he began reviewing potential hostile species.

Once he was finished there he went to the Xenobiology department and checked in with his wife.

She’d already logged several different species, and organizations, as potentially hostile.

His conversation with her was short and to the point, mindless, and needless, conversation wasn’t used. After however he asked her, “Do you mind replicator tonight? We have the conference with the Counselor, and it will be late before we return. Replicator food will be easier and faster for preparation, consumption, and clean up.”

“That will be acceptable, as long as you prepare food tomorrow evening, if time permits.” She repliied.

“Agreed,” He conceded. After all he was supposed to be cooking this evening for her.

“Captain, if you could meet me on the bridge when your done. I’d appreciate it.” He called over the intercom as he sent pertinent data to his station.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

Captain Hora, in her proper federation uniform, walked onto the bridge and over to Commander Reeves.

“I think there is something wrong with the EMH program. It has bad taste in fashion and it is a bit of a prude!” Hora reported to Reeves.

"I'm happy to report, I was not infected with any weird STD." Hora informed the commander.

“Sorry for leaving you alone with the charts. Did you find anything?” She asked.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.1100

“Several things actually,” Reeves replied bringing up the star charts. A dozen territories were illuminated. With secondary images showing different species as the dominant form in each zone.

“The Silver Parasites are known. They’re called the Necrontyr. The Bioform ship is part of species called Tyranids. We are currently here in the Outer rim in Hutt space. The Hutts are.. smugglers and gun runners from what I’ve pieced together so far.”

“Now this section is Imperial controlled space. It crosses into Hutt space, but the border is disputed. Which drops us under the region in dispute.”

“The Empire is patrolled by Adeptus Custodes.. Imperial Guard. But there are additional patrols of Adeptus Astartes, they’re elite soldiers. But other than that, I got no information on either branch.”

“The data does contain profiles of the various ships used by different organizations. But a great deal of them are in cross use. So identifying them will be difficult.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

The bridge was quiet, as the other officers monitored ship functions. Hora stood shoulder to shoulder with Commander Reeves, as the glow of star charts cast pale light across their faces.

Hora eyes focused on an empty region on the map. “This sector here—uncharted,” she said, tapping the holographic interface. “And this area has a cryptic label: Peacekeeper Space. Sounds diplomatic. Or ominous.”

Hora’s fingers pushed a few buttons on the console, zooming in. “Any intel on the Necrontyr? And how do you recommend we get closer to their space?”

Hora turned, and faced Commander Reeves. “Dr. Marlowe was eager to chat about the away mission. Any idea what charged her tricorder?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.1105

“Either way the Peacekeepers are not our concern. We’re here to deal with the Silver Parasites. The Necrontyr.” The Commander said.

“There are a few images on the Necrontyr. Otherwise, we didn’t get any data on them. And from three separate sources. We can get to the border of their space at Warp Nine in two months.”

“We might get more information closer to their territory. If we go here then here, we’ll intersect major trade points.” Reeves added pointing at key systems. We should have kept the Ambassador.”

“And no I don’t know what has ‘charged her tricorder’. Perhaps she wishes to discuss our methods, or our reasoning behind the methods. Whatever her reasons, it may prove enlightening.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora
“That’s deeply disappointing,” Hora muttered, tapping furiously through the holographic charts. “I paid a ridiculous amount of paper slips for these! And they are from the imperial database! Utter garbage.” Her voice rose with each click, the charts flickering uselessly in front of her.

Commander Reeves shifted awkwardly. Then she stopped going through the charts.

“Well, I’m sorry about the ambassador, but we’ll just have to play diplomat ourselves. Let’s head to the first trading post you recommended.”

Hora stepped away from the console. “I’ll meet you at the counselor’s meeting. I need some time to recalibrate my body, catch up on my technical journals.”

She turned on her heel and strode toward her quarters, the door sliding shut behind her with a hiss.

Inside the glow of her virtual bedroom environment, her face filled with joy as she need every ounce of insight she could get on proper "sexual" Diplomacy.

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[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.1110

“The database of information you purchased helped us to cross reference and confirm data from the other two. As well as provided some new information, Captain.” Reeves said as she stormed off. “At least we won’t pass to close to a blackhole this way.”

Going over the various routes that would get them to the Necrontyr, he identified several trade stations. And plotted the course. Transferring the information to helm control they were at warp before the Captain entered her quarters.​

 

[sereneotter00]

◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

Araiza was unfazed. The man practically hummed to himself as he brought eye protection down his face and gave the woman a quick glance before getting to work. “Might be beneficial, actually. More time and all. Maybe I could take up some new training or something more relaxed. Sewing regular clothes instead of first aid suits.”

“Besides, this is the one thing I’m certified to order you around in,” he said, the corners of his mouth turning upward ever so slightly.

◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

“Frankly, I anticipated them after the meet,” she clarified, “primarily to discuss any follow-up thoughts on that, but I do understand you have to work, so I can give a bit of a preview.”

Granted permission for the boardroom, the woman entered and waited for the other to follow. She took a seat in one of the cold chairs surrounding the oval table in the room. “I planned to at least attempt to address some of the… tension that has become routine, at the very least that I’ve noticed as long as I’ve been here. It should be the last thing we worry about during something as critical as a mission.”

“I can’t offer you any specific questions yet, but how are you feeling after our journey?” the counselor asked. “Is there anything you’d like to discuss or touch on?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.1115

“You are not certified to use me as a fetch and run girl.” Kavela replied before leaving. With him working on the weapon she returned to her very sparse quarters. Making a report of the last few days she set it for transmission once they were back in Federation Space.

***

Taking a seat across the Doctor, Yito leaned forwards her interest in this conversation evident.

“I feel that our last away mission lacked group cohesion. The Captain leaving on her own is a prime example of that. It was a reckless endeavor, even if it was profitable.”

“As for tension, I wasn’t aware of any? Am I the cause of this tension? Or are you speaking about the interaction we had with the pursuit?”

****

“Captain, Commander Reeves wishes for you to know that or Course is laid in and we are at Transwarp Vector 3.” Dark Fire informed her as she was in the middle of her Diplomatic Negotiation Training.

“Do you have a reply for him?”​

 

[sereneotter00]

◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

Deciding against a trip to her office for some sheets of paper, Xiana kept her hands on her lap, listening attentively. She wasn’t someone who could objectively say whether or not the captain leaving was a good move. Instead, she offered a nod. “What do you think could help the group be more cohesive? Realistically, at least?”

She shook her head. “You’re not the cause of any tension. I don’t think anyone is, at least not on purpose. ‘Tension’ might not be the best term either, and I’m well aware nothing can be emotionally mute all the time, but considering things like spontaneity or intimacy or frustrations, well, I want to see what we can address.”

“I’ll be honest with you,” she continued, “I don’t want these issues to be a reason that a mission or anything goes wrong right now. We can’t afford this.”

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

The hologram sex program had made Hora cum three times already. The virtual human male was spurting his molten seed into her hungry cunt. Hora’s entire body convulsed uncontrollably, her back arched in ecstasy as jet after jet of thick, essence flooded her greedy hole. Hora's eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out obscenely as she reveled in the sensation of being so thoroughly fucked, stuffed to the brim with cum. The sheer volume of it bulged her stomach slightly, and she moaned whorishly as the cock continued to pump her full, ensuring she would be dripping spunk for days.

The relentless pulsing of the big dick triggered aftershocks in Hora’s voluptuous form, her large jugs bouncing as her climax stretched on and on. She was drunk on the feeling of being so thoroughly fucked, her lust-addled brain fogged with the haze of carnal satisfaction. Nothing mattered more in that moment than chasing this bliss, this exquisite pinnacle of pleasure.

That was when Dark Fire interrupted her “Captain, Commander Reeves wishes for you to know that our Course is laid in and we are at Transwarp Vector 3. Do you have a reply for him?”

“Oh fuckkkkkk” Hora moaned trying to get her mind straight. She could not quit get there as another quivering orgasm raced through her body “Oh Shitttttt” She gasped.

“Captain, shall I tell Commander Reeves… Oh Fuckkk and Oh Shitttt?” Dark Fire asked

“No” she told Dark Fire. She really did not want to end the simulation, but there was no way for her to think straight with a huge cock in her. Reluctantly, she ordered “…. Dark Fire, end sex simulation”. Suddenly, the man under her disappeared as did all his cum. It still took about 20 second for her to compose herself.

“Dark Fire, please let Commander Reeve know, that I appreciate the update. And I’m sorry about the delay in my response, I was at the climax of the article and just had to finish it.” She told the ship’s AI.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.1115

“Communication,” Yito replied after a moment of consideration. “Although our Command Officers are highly skilled and capable of giving precise orders I think they lack in actually.. talking to people.”

“I find it very frustrating that the Captain, instead of having someone go with her, complained that she was alone and then took off. Alone. And the Commander didn’t correct the situation and send someone to accompany her.”

“I believe we operate under the disciplined chaos theory. Essentially is so messed up it should fail, but somehow it works. Which is rather unfortunate. Failure would encourage the Command Crew to change. Instead success simply reinforces the belief that its a good policy and doesn’t need to change.”

“And like you I would rather not be on a mission that fails. Someone usually gets hurt.”

“Do you believe someone is emotionally mute? Is it me?”

***

“Commander, The Captain has expressed regret in her delay in response. She was and I quote ‘at the Climax of the article and just had to finish it’.”

Smiling on the inside Reeves still presented a calm and neutral expression. “Thank you Dark Fire.”

“If you detect any ships within a light year of us, notify me.”

“As you Command,” the ship replied, all the data already being feed to the appropriate departments.​

 

[sereneotter00]

◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

“I see what you mean,” Xiana agreed. “It’s a difficult line to balance in. It’s not easy to consider social aspects when you’re trained in such objective fields. My career itself should also be objective, but in practice it would be impossible. If creatures were as predictable as numbers, conflict wouldn’t exist. Then again, even numbers themselves can be theoretical.”

But she didn’t crave an existential crisis so early in the afternoon. She cleared her throat. “All this to say, I do agree that communication needs to be reinforced. I’ll do my best to touch on what happened with the Captain and Commander.”

She had to admit, she hadn’t considered the perspective the ensign was providing. “I think you’re right, but it raises another problem. We don’t want to ultimately fail, but every time an ego gets reinforced it will make the next failure ten times harder to both cope with and fix.”

The counselor shook her head. “I don’t think you’re emotionally mute. If you were, you wouldn’t experience frustration. Worry, anger, and irritation are emotions too. Knowing when or how to demonstrate them doesn’t mean we don’t experience them. It’s healthy for the team to do so. It’s not knowing how to cope that can be troublesome.”

“What about you, Ensign? Are there any unfavorable emotions you’re experiencing as of late and how are you addressing them? Is there any way I could help?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.1120

“I’ve been experiencing a lot of unfavorable emotions of late. Regret. Frustration. Anger. Depression. Annoyance. As for addressing them... I keep to myself as I did before. It’s easier than dealing with the backlash of my feelings.” Yito replied, after a moment of reflection.

“As for helping me.. You can’t. And if you could, there would be the ethical morality of altering someone's mental and emotional opinions towards another.”

“I’m sure there’s a Federation Law or Starfleet Regulation that would cover it. Somewhere.”​