Transfer
Posted on 26 Aug 2020 @ 1:41pm by Lieutenant JG Samantha Cavendish
Mission:
M1 - Emergence
Location: Various
Timeline: MD -3 and MD2 - 10h00
787 words - 1.6 OF Standard Post Measure
“Samantha are you sure this is what you want? You could come to the Memory with me and take the post there.”
“I am sure Jac. I need to get away from everyone who was there. You included.”
He nodded. Samantha had survived by standing alone, unlike everyone else who had drawn closer together during their time on an ice world prison. She had interacted, helped but her emotions she had kept to herself. “Very well then” he said softly. “You only have to ask, and I’ll make room if you change your mind.”
“I won’t” she said softly looking at the former Xo of the Jean Luc. “Jac you knew it was coming. We all need to move on.”
“Some of us will do better with others around who shared...”
She held up a hand. “I was your Xo for two years Jac I know the spiel. But we are back now. We need to be realistic. Would we all be as close if this hadn’t happened?”
“Sam.” he moaned “listen...”
“No you listen Jac, you are the ONLY person who gets away with calling me Sam and for that I will respect you, but I will not be going to the Memory with you. I have my new posting, the Obsidian Command and that’s where I am going.” She crossed her arms in defiance.
“Fine.” He sighed.
She smiled and saluted him and left, having won her point.
Days later she was dropping her duffel off in the small cabin on Obsidian Command. She checked her messages. Just one from Jack, her long time friend surrogate Brother. She smiled, remembering the fact that he had been the one to find them all on that ice ball. Find them and bring them home.
Samantha was looking forward to the posting. It would be different for her and she was hoping that things would not wind up the way they had as they had on the Jean Luc.
The memory of the Jean Luc still haunted her. She vowed never to go onto an ice planet they could shoot her as traitor for refusing an order but the words HELL NO would come from her before she went down to an ice planet again. She had, had enough of those places to last her a life time. Not to mention what had happened when she had returned to Earth.
The questions, the looks, the interrogations disguised as briefings. Her best friend Jack’s arms around her as she sobbed out things to him that she had never told anyone, not even Jac from the Jean Luc.
The accusations, of dereliction of duty, of treason (as if they could make that stick) and causing a conflict which had been flung at the survivors. All hidden quietly behind closed doors. The public heralding of them as survivors and heroes of sorts, and the private condemnation of them as traitors or worse for not dying on the battlefield. The counselors, the doctors, the pitying looks and the fury of her parents that she had survived to come back and show up her sister. The invasive exams, the whispered conversations around her being anorexic or some such. The abusive letters from her parents, telling her to kill herself that she was a waste of space in their lives. Of holding Jack back as he stalked off to kill her parents. Of her holding other friends back, her closely guarded friends back, from helping him. Of her siblings and their comments and silence. Of Mia standing in the medical lab, sneering at her. Of James glowering at her, stating that she was a disgrace to the family, that at least if she had died, they could have mourned her as war hero. Of Eric merely standing behind James and nodding in agreement. Of Carla, her little sister, standing there saying nothing, looking at the floor. Carla who was the apple of her family’s eye, the baby, the beloved, not saying anything to a sister who had, for years, taken her punishments and the blame for her actions.
Shaking her head, Samantha pushed it clear of her mind and focused on her unpacking. Once she had finished she replicated herself a meal, which was set to the recommendations from the Doctors to put weight on her bones and sat down at the small table near the window to eat. She had checked her timetable and she saw she had a meeting with the chief in 3 hours, and she needed to make sure she ate before that.
