[USS Tempest] Earning Respect

Warning: This log contains a lot of abusive language. Just so you know. If your 
not comfortable with that donât read on. Thanks J.
 
Oh yeah, and this goes before the second Fishler log "New Orders." Sorry for 
the confusion, I just had the urge to write while on an airplane.
 
Earning Respect 
By Jord 
 
 
 
            Starfleet Academy was an interesting place. It wasnât at all like 
what his memories of the Vorta training facilities. He remembered something 
about one of his colleagues being killed for something, not making the cut or 
something like that. Or maybe even just he was a malfunction like him. 
Regardless, that was the past, and here he was on break from his classes. 
 
            His first year had gone by rather well. Jord was taught 
individually, away from the students. The Academy Commandant considered it to 
be too dangerous both for Jord and the students, considering the Dominion War 
was still in full force. However, after his first year Jord had asked the 
Commandant to allow him to attend regular classes. If he was going to be a 
Starfleet officer, he might as well start interacting with the future officers 
of Starfleet, and no other way to gain power in a system then to have contacts. 
 
            The first month had been a little bitâ edgy. The Commandant had 
come and spoken to the classes he was in and explained the situation, but of 
course that didnât the students actually liked the situation. Jord spent all 
of his free by himself, working on his studies. He already knew that some of 
his teachers had biases towards him, but then again his species was the leaders 
of the JemâHadar warships that they were fighting against. 
 
            This early afternoon found Jord in the study lounge of his dorm 
building. He had decided to get out of his room for a little bit, perhaps a 
change of atmosphere will help him be better efficient in his studies. His 
texts and PADDs were sprawled out across a table in the corner which he just 
assumed no one was going to come near. At least that was until Jack Maxwell and 
his crew showed up. 
 
            Jord knew that a lot of his classmates despised him, enhanced 
hearing told him that much. However, no one had yet to actually confront him 
about it. Jord was happy about this, they seemed to be respecting his space and 
he did theirs, even if they all hated him. There was only one exception to this 
rule. Jackson Maxwell, a second year security major seemed to have some sort of 
personal hatred again Jord. Jord had overheard that Jackâs father had been 
killed during a JemâHadar raid, so that might have something to do with it. 
Regardless he was here in the study room now. 
 
âThose Dominion fuckers are gonna get an ass kickinâ once âFleet is done 
remobilizing.â Jack sneered in his unusually thick southern accent. âI just 
wanna know why we got one of these long eared Vorta bitches in our academy with 
us.â 
 
âYou know Jack, you should watch your mouth, heâs in the corner over 
there.â Amanda, a rather attractive science major whom Jack seemed to chasing 
after pointed out him. Jord liked her simply because she didnât just smirk at 
him whenever she saw him. It seemed like an actual smile. Never trust 
expressions though. He kept his face down seeming thoroughly engrossed in the 
LCARS programming network, which was rather fasinating. 
 
âOh is he now? Hey look boys, the little weaselâs come out of his den to 
mingle among the humans.â Several of his friends who were around him laughed 
as his comment, none of them seeming too interested in the topic. 
 
âLeave him alone Jack, what did he ever do to you anyways?â Amanda 
retorted. 
 
âOh, those little fuckers are all clones babe. Whichever little Vorta 
commander was the one he came from is reasonable for probably hundreds of dead 
Starfleet officers, includingâ he turned in Jordâs direction âmy 
parents.â 
 
Jord was finding it rather difficult to not just ignore this rambling fool. 
There was no proof either way and Jord had no memories of his original 
destroying the USS Endar. However, there was no need for Jord to start any sort 
of confrontation. He already on thin ice for even being in the Academy. 
 
âOh donât like you canât me you murderer you.â Jack was seeming to 
stalk towards Jordâs table, his buddies in tow. The room had gotten quiet 
now. âEven a human could hear me shouting, and your so fucking special you 
probably can read my mind or some shit like that.â 
 
âJackââ Amanda started to plead. 
 
âOh donât even try Amanda. This little fucker is gonna get what he 
deserves. Ainât that right Mord? Or is it Flord? I canât seem your damn 
name right, you look just like the others they show on Starfleet profiles.â 
 
Enough was enough. Slowly Jord looked up from his seat. âMy name is Jord, 
Cadet Maxwell, and I am no murderer. I am sorry that your father was killed in 
a raid, but you are at war, casualties happen. On my way here to the Alpha 
Quadrant I got passage from a Cardassian who had lost his entire family due to 
a Starfleet bombardment on a civilian planet. The Dominion is not the only ones 
capable of murder.â He had stood up at this point, looking up at Jack. 
 
A punch sailed through the air and contacted with Jordâs face as a second one 
found its mark in his gut. As Jord fell backwards Jack just laughed. âHa, you 
donât even know what your saying little bitch. You just think cause youâre 
the clone of some other Vorta who was murdering tons of people that your all 
clean? All you little fuckers are killers, and the sooner Starfleet sees that 
and kicks you outa here, the better.â He advanced on Jord, knocking over the 
table and spilling all of his work. 
 
Jord stood up slowly, a hand on his stomach. They do keep the security 
personnel fit, that is for sure. He chuckled to himself. âYou know, I recall 
a time in your history when humans treated their very own the same way your 
treating me. I believe it was World War II and not just the Germans either. The 
United States of America I believe imprisoned Japanese simply for their 
heritage. And I thought the Federation had fixed that.â 
 
Another fist flew at Jord, but this time it stopped in mid-air. Jack, looking 
thoroughly confused, stared back and forth between Jord and his fist, and saw 
that Jordâs eyes were faintly glowing. âI have done nothing to you, and you 
still assault me. You should stop this, now.â With that, a wave hit Jack 
straight on and knocked him to his feet. 
 
âWhat the fââ Jack said as he hit the ground. He got to his feet with the 
help of his friends and backed up a little bit. âYou just attacked me you 
fucker. Once the Commandant hears about this your out of here! Get him!â 
 
By the time the security officers had arrived Jord was fighting a losing battle 
against three other cadets. The guards detained both Jack and Jord and both 
received demerits but at least Jord had taught most of the Academy not to 
expect him to go down without a fight, and perhaps had even earned a little 
respect in the process.

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