RPG: FTL

[Snelly]

IC: Ashley

 

Pretty sure?

[AuRon the champion]

Ic:

 

"Oh!" She exclaimed, nodding as she began to smile sweetly. "I really like the sound of that... Lets do that Ashley."

[Alex Humva]

IC [Dorian]

 

"Ok bad idea. Transmitting feelings is better. Baser. No chance of failure there. No complex things to transmit. Just your emotions."

[Snelly]

IC: Ashley

 

Well, no offense, but I don't need powers for that.

 

"Okay!" Ashley chirped, "Well...I'm pretty tired and we're already here on the bed. Let's cuddle!" Ashley fell back onto the bed, her head sinking into the pillow, she pulled Rehn with her.

[Alex Humva]

IC [Dorian]

 

"Whatever suits you I guess." The projection seemed to shimmer out, and Ashley soon felt Dorian poking around in her head. Huh, I think something broke the concentration there. Too tired maybe. Oh well, time for sleep. Fully expect me to be running around your dreams, I have to keep myself occupied.

[AuRon the champion]

Ic:

 

Rehn's eyes widened for a moment, before getting used to laying alongside Ashley. After a brief moment, Rehn snuggled up to Ashley, wrapping her arms around the pilot, smiling lovingly all the while.

[Snelly]

IC: Ashley

 

Ashley snuggled up with Rehn, wrapping her arms around the other girl happily. It had been a long time since she'd cuddled with anyone, it was very nice.

 

As they lay there Rehn began to hear some purring, and it wasn't coming from Ginger.

[Eevee]

IC

 

"She's twenty and a very capable pilot." Estelle replied before ruffling her hair, a telling sign that she was a bit worried or flustered. "I do worry about her... I haven't seen her in combat yet. I might have to run some drills with her later."

[AuRon the champion]

Ic:

 

"You really like this, don't you?" Rehn asked with a smile.

[Snelly]

IC: Ashley

 

"Mmmhmmm." Ashley nuzzled into Rehn's neck, still purring all the while.

[AuRon the champion]

Ic:

 

Rehn giggled as she hugged Ashley, reaching up and experimentally rubbing Ashley behind her ears.

[Atton Rand]

OOC: Okay, so going over the chart again, that means I'm sharing a room with Karin (who come to think of it we haven't seen much of lately) and Can? Interesting choices.

 

IC: Nicole stood, still somewhat shocked by the confrontation. It took a moment before she could fully compose herself, walking over towards the wall and leaning against it. For a few brief moments she thought about what Wulf had said. Being on the defensive was already bad enough, between the mounting casualties, the occasional near miss of some stray projectile or bomb, the uncertainty of when the Mantis would finally reach them, watching her lover die on her own operating table. She could not begin to imagine the experience of diving headlong into the Mantis army itself.

 

It was then that she heard voices coming from nearby. She turned toward the open door of the kitchen, and heard one phrase that caught her attention; "The crazy doctor who yelled at Ashley is still on the ship..."

 

It took a moment before Nicole could fully accept that the person was talking about her. Nervously, she walked toward the open door of the kitchen and leaned on the doorframe, finding Estelle, Can, and to her surprise, the slug who had brought Ashley in earlier.

 

"Is that all I am to you?" Nicole asked, trying to stay calm. "Just some crazy doctor, huh?"

 

To say she felt hurt was an understatement. Nicole barely knew any of these people and already they were saying these things behind her back.

[Eevee]

IC

 

"... You attacked my fighter." She said as she stood up, her green eyes once again looking like a predator's. "Thus, attacking me. We took you in and then you act like this."

 

She took a deep breath, her exhale almost like a soft growl. "Furthermore, we have all gone through emotional trauma. I lost everyone. Everyone. And I don't go acting like this. So until you stop acting like a crazy doctor, that's all you'll be to us."

[Atton Rand]

IC: "You weren't there!" Nicole replied, still trying to contain herself. "Have you ever had to watch the person you love die in front of you? And I don't mean in action, I mean right there on your operating table after being dragged back to the hospital."

 

A few tears fell down her cheeks. "I could have saved her," she muttered. Thenshe remembered the computer's words, and felt unsure. She started to cry.

[Eevee]

IC

 

"I we've all seen people die. I walked in on my flight commander killing himself. My fiancée died, my friends died. Everyone died. But I'm still here. I'm doing my job. They would've wanted that." Estelle said, calmer than before.

 

"You think she would've wanted you to be like this? You think she would've wanted you to give up and be this... This pitiful excuse of a person? If she did, she didn't love you. If you really loved her and she you, then you know that you need to pull yourself together."

[Alex Humva]

IC [Colonel Ojeda]

 

It was about this moment that the Colonel walked in, dressed in her off-duty uniform of a coat and pants, holding an empty cup in one hand and Chastain's shoulder in the other, apparently having dragged the officer in with her. Glancing around the room, she raised the cup at Souper. "Souper, put on my tea please, easy on the whiskey, need to think straight for the night." She noticed the two women standing off against each other, raising an eyebrow. "Major, doctor, good to see you're here, I need to discuss some things with you two. Daniels will be here soon, I had the computer buzz him. I would have done this in my office but I feel that these sort of events are best handled in the public eye, so that my crew can voice their opinions. I've been notified of your transfer order; as per regulations and my own sense of honor, you may defend yourself. Please, have a seat."

[Eevee]

IC

 

"Ma'am? Should I get changed? I'm in civilian clothes." Estelle said, looking at her Colonel and motioning to her shorts and tank top.

[Alex Humva]

IC [Colonel Ojeda]

 

"Walker, I'm not exactly dressed for the part myself, nor do I think the mess hall makes this the most formal hearing to begin with. Ultimately this is a dialogue, not a hearing, I'll change into something nicer to sign the papers."

[avmatoran]

IC:
Gaven, having become totally bored and lost on the Brasilia, finally began following the signs back to the hanger and finding the Kestrel before entering and wandering into the mess hall. Wandering around large ships had the tendency to make him hungry. Just as he entered, he heard something about signing papers. "Uh... Colonel, should I come back later?" he asked.

[Alex Humva]

IC [Colonel Ojeda]

 

"I don't know spaceman, are you going gawk or are you going eat your food and offer useful insight?"

[Eevee]

IC

 

"Of course, ma'am." Estelle said with a respectful nod. "I just wasn't sure." She then looked to the door, half of her hoping Will would walk in, the other hoping he wouldn't.

 

Why was she making such a big deal out of this? She had said it was fine... But was it?

[avmatoran]

IC:
"Is both an option? If not, I'll take Option B," Gaven replied.

[Alex Humva]

IC [Colonel Ojeda]

 

"I prefer it when Rockmen don't gawk at me, some bad experiences with that. Broke my elbow, but I broke his face. Got me a nickname in that part of space... anyway, sit, eat, comment if you have something intelligent to say. Avoid gawking."

[Constructelf]

IC Geburah

Geburah had enough of beer. It was disgusting in his opinion; why was he still trying to absorbing it? He went to put the bottle in the mess hall recycling, but dropped it. "Oh..." He looked at the other people in the rokm, then the bottle at the floor (which hadn't shattered for some reason), picked it up, and continued walking.

[Krayzikk]

IC:

 

"..."

 

"So, she left. Does that mean I can use her terminal?"

 

"No," The Major answered Deuce, giving him an exasperated look as he stood and moved for the door. "Not even close. You were ordered to leave her quarters, and you will. Or else."

 

Answer delivered, the Weapons Officer strode out the door, sighing quietly. His colleague had left before he could say anything else, and he was fairly sure that actually getting to talk to her would be rather difficult now. All because the blasted hired pilot barged in at an inopportune time. He opened his mouth to address Dave, he'd need the computer if he was going to succeed with his current plan of action, but was cut off when the same entity notified him that he was wanted in the mess hall to deal with the matter of Dr. Sarany. Daniels wasn't surprise; He'd suspected there would be a transfer order soon. Nevertheless, he acknowledged the summons and reversed direction quickly, headed for the mess hall.

 

Taking up a position near Ojeda, he took a look at those present, gaze lingering for a moment on the other Major, before looking to Nicole. "Present, Colonel."

[Eevee]

IC

 

Estelle looked back at Will, blushing. She almost wanted to say something to hip, to apologize for leaving like that. But once he looked away, her cheeks reddened even more and looked away as well.

[Alex Humva]

IC [Colonel Ojeda]

 

"Ah, good to see you could make it. We'll all here then, let's take a seat and get started. Doctor Sarany, the facts: I watched you assault one of my enlisted, I've received a report stating that you had a prior incident in the medbay, and your report indicates you weren't in the best of shape to begin with. Transferred out of therapy to accompany the ambassador. Now, I've let... certain incidents slide in the past. Our League adviser has quite the volatile temper, for instance. She is also a high-ranking colonial official, you are not, so I'm not too inclined to keep you aboard when there's options for therapy elsewhere. Still, this is a dialogue, so please, if you wish to remain, give your case for it, and we'll see what my command staff thinks."

[Let's Henshin!]

IC: Deuce (Estelle's Bunk, Leaving)

 

"Well that was cold," Deuce shrugged, "Seriously, military folks are so stiff." Shaking his head once more, Deuce walked out of Estelle's bunk, to find a more accessible terminal. No one should complain if I use the one in my bunk. Right?

 

Keeping this in mind, Deuce walked down the hall. Hoping that he might finally get a break, from all the ridiculous annoyances on this ship. That said, Deuce's optimistic outlook on entering his bunk, faded the moment he opened the door. His room was always crowded, with folks who also seemed to be having a moment of some sort.

 

Less than a second after opening the door, Deuce closed it. A small sigh escaped his lips as he noticed the sheer absurdity of his situation. Seriously, why me. Know what, screw it. I'm heading back to the hanger. Shouldn't have left there in the first place. If the terminal there isn't available. Well... I don't even know.

Edited May 27, 2014 by Commander Viral

[Atton Rand]

IC: Nicole remained silent, traces of her tears still visible, confused and uncertain of what to say. There was pressure on her mind to ensure she said what she did in a manner that would satisfy the Colonel. "To be honest," she said. "I'm not really sure what to say. She thought for a moment. Only one idea appeared in her mind; just to ensure they understood all the facts. "I already told the computer anyway," she thought to herself." With all the secrecy going on the least she could do was to be open about something.

 

She took a deep breath. She reached into her collar and pulled out the locket, taking it off her neck and opening it. "It's not much of a defense," she said. "But I'm thinking that before any decisions are to be made you're at least entitled to know what happened. You can validate all this on the computer, it's got records of everything, he even conducted a therapeutic section with me earlier. There's also a witness aboard the Brasillia, Private Talvert. He was also there.." She placed the open locket gently on the table, ensuring that .

 

"She was a soldier. Her name was Irina Narys. We were stationed in the army together and we became great friends. It started as a simple friendship but it grew into something... much more than that, you know. It was love, we were in love. We managed to keep it from affecting our performances so our commanding officer never made a huge deal out of an enlisted woman and an officer sleeping together. Then we were stationed on Gaia, I presume you already know about what happened there. She gave me that locket shortly before the Mantis reached us and then she was sent out."

 

Nicole paused a moment. Any other time she might have broken into tears explaining what happened, but here she tried to fight them. "There I was, wounded were coming in by the hundreds. Orderlies were scrambling to get them organized and ready for surgery. Then suddenly I see her. Irina was brought in, I was operating on her with another doctor. We couldn't stop the bleeding. She died right in front of me. I did everything I could but I couldn't save her."

 

Nicole had to take a moment to compose herself. "That's when I snapped. That's why I was in therapy to begin with."

 

She quickly became silent, trying to stay calm. She did not know what response she was going to get, but she did feel a sense of relief, having finally gotten her story out in front of multiple witnesses.

[Alex Humva]

IC [Colonel Ojeda]

 

"A moving story of love and war, and I can see why you got sent to rehab after that. Sadly, that's not a very good defense, nor is it helping your case as to why I shouldn't punt you back to therapy and hope you can deal with your demons there." The Colonel kept her eyebrow raised. "I want to know if I can trust you not to assault my crew, I want to know if my crew can trust you. I want to know the reasons I give for letting someone unstable stay aboard the ship. Your medical skills would be appreciated, but I can hardly have my doctor having breakdowns, especially if the crew is uncomfortable. I want a defense, doctor, a promise and an agreement, not you telling me you've got PTSD because you died with your lover in your hands. Everyone here has lost someone; some more personal than others. I saw too many friends die on the frontier, some of them more intimate than others. Major Walker saw her finance die. If you can't do better than give me a backstory as justification, then I think we already know how this is going end."

[Atton Rand]

IC: "I understand," Nicole replied. "I won't deny that I've let Ashley down on multiple occasions, and the only reason I can give for what I did to her is hardly a valid one: I'm not sure if you heard the report about her having a man in her head, some sort of secret government agent or something. The slugs can apparently verify his existence, but I understand right now that's not going to do me much good."

 

"If it is any consolation I have been trying to stay calm since that incident. The computer even tried to give me some therapeutic assistance. As you say I am a doctor, although I'm not sure what good is a doctor who can't walk into an emergency room." One thought suddenly entered her mind as to how such a thing could work. "Maybe if I worked more as a paramedic. If there's a problem and someone is injured I can at least be there to make stabilize the patient and make sure they get to the medbay safely." She stopped herself there, thinking that they would probably dismiss the idea as silly.

 

OOC: Darn it, I'm not really sure how to write a defense in this context.

[Zhangku]

IC: Souper Saladd, Focuser on Making Tea

 

So the Colonel wanted her regular? Well, it was easy enough to make, it would take plenty of time, however, to do so. Moving aside, having let Estelle deal with Stinker, or whatever the foul minded human's name was, given the almost negative feedback the slug got whenever they heard even a bit of their thoughts, the slug went over to the tea, and got the Colonel's Special Whiskey. It was a rare kind, as far as the slug would know, and it was very delicate when put into tea. A light amount would be all that was needed, and paired with the right tea, it would simply enhance the flavor. While the whole argument was taking place, between the officers and Nicole, the nurse, the slug waited for some sort of moment where someone who could at the very least do a brain talk with her could be brought forward. She was not stable at all by the slug's reckoning, but a closer inspection might reveal a lot different.

 

Getting the green tea properly prepared took most of the conversation, as putting the whiskey in drop by drop occasionally made sure that it was properly infused. After the few minutes were up, Souper slid the cup on a platter through to the window by the Colonel, with a small thing of an orange in case she feels like numbing the taste away afterwards. Ringing the bell next to the window between the two rooms, the Slug backed away, waiting for the drink to be taken by the proper customer.

[Eevee]

IC

 

"... If you can't work in an emergency room I don't see how helping someone freshly injured would do you much better." Estelle commented softly.

 

"We need doctors that will remain calm and be able to be stable when dealing with patients."

[Alex Humva]

IC [Colonel Ojeda]

 

"I concur with Walker, it's not much of an improvement." The Colonel slid her chair and grabbed the tea, dumping it into her own cup, which apparently still had her prior drink in it. She took a sip, scowled at the taste, and then took another. "Best I can see you helping with Doctor Renard, maybe some field medicine."

[Snelly]

IC: Ashley

 

Ashley started to purr more vibrantly, the rubbing behind her ears felt really niiiice. It also made her very relaxed, and sleepy, her eyes closed as she got sleepier.

Edited May 27, 2014 by Princess Anna of Arendelle

[Xomeron]

IC:

 

Can, who had been silent up to this moment, decided to speak up. "Colonel, I don't think the question here should be whether to transfer the doctor off of the Kestrel." He began. "I'm not sure how much you heard, but thankfully I recorded the entire incident between the doctor and Walker. I can play it back if you like, but to summarize, the doctor appears to believe that the proper course of action in response to verbal criticism from a superior officer is a shouting match. I'm not sure how we run things in the Fleet, but in the Planetary Forces that incident would have been grounds for a dishonorable discharge. Clearly, the doctor's psychological ability to perform her duties, much less practice medicine, ought to be called into question. If the incident she speaks of occurred on the operating table, she could easily relapse into an episode. I believe that this doctor is unfit to remain in the armed forces and unfit to practice medicine. She is a danger to the Kestrel's mission and to everyone aboard, and, in a broader sense, to everyone in the armed forces. I recommend a suspension from duty and terrestrial grounding pending a psychological discharge."

[AuRon the champion]

IC:

 

Seeing how she liked it, Rehn continued to scratch behind her ears, giggling softly as she saw Ashley begin to fall asleep.

[Alex Humva]

IC [Colonel Ojeda]

 

"Suggestions noted." The Colonel turned back to Nicole. "A disrespect for the hierarchy of command can be quite disastrous for an officer, doctor. Lt. Skinter here is educated on the subject, so I'm sure you can take his word for it. Do you have anything in response?"

 

IC [Dorian]

 

That does feel really nice... Dorian seemed more distant, probably because of the drowsiness.

Edited May 27, 2014 by Engineer Alexandra Humva

[Krayzikk]

IC:

 

"I believe that is more than slightly outside the scope of this meeting, Lieutenant Skinter." WIlliam spoke up, crossing his arms thoughtfully. The Weapons Officer regarded Nicole analytically, searching her reactions and pondering the statements presented in silence. Now that several opinions had been spoken, he broke his own silence to voice his own. "The purpose of this meeting is to discuss the signing of a transfer order. A grounding, and beyond that a psychological discharge, is not within our current jurisdiction, if I recall my regulations correctly."

 

"Dr. Sarany," The Major began, addressing her directly. "I would like to give you a second chance, but I see little opportunity to do so. Your actions weigh heavily against you; Unruly behavior, assault of a fellow crew member... Nor do your justifications hold an equal weight. As has already been noted, you are far from the only one who has experienced loss. I am sorry for yours; But it is not unique. My colleague lost her fiance, and several other members of this crew have suffered similar losses."

 

"I myself was present for the Invasion of Terra. The forces in orbit suffered seventy percent losses in terms of ships. I am one of a small handful of survivors of my own vessel. I do not begrudge you your chance to grieve; But that grief cannot interfere with your duties, as it very clearly has been."

 

He paused, thinking a moment. "... That said, you have been in a recent situation of added duress. As it stands, I cannot in good conscience recommend your continued presence, unless you can offer up solid reasoning as to why you should remain."

[Snelly]

IC: Ashley

 

Ashley snuggled into Rehn even further, she was putty in her hands, it wasn't long before her purring slowed as she fell into slumber. It had been a long day, it was surprising she hadn't fallen asleep sooner.