<USS Banshee> "Rantings of a stressed redhead"
- From: EnsnSaraCrusher@xxxxxxx
- To: ussbanshee@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Mon, 15 Dec 2003 20:13:48 EST
"Rantings of a stressed redhead"
By: Lt. Sara Crusher.
There was noting else to do until the engineer came down from the ship, and
since Sara wasn’t comfortable with leaving the two guards she and Jansug had
knocked out being just knocked out, she’d decided to head back to the small
building they’d made into a make shift base of operations and handle a few
things
there. She left Joe and Jansug in the control both they’d found and then
walked briskly back down the tunnel towards the trap door, accompanied of
course
by two of Joe’s security men. She was really starting to get more then a
little
sick and tied of all this macho "walk between us" crap, not to mention the
fact that every time she made a choice as to the teams next move she was
quickly
stepped on by Joe’s need to treat her like a goddamn child.
How was she going to do her job and head up this team when Joe wouldn’t let
her. She wasn’t sure if he realized he was doing it, but he was putting a
real
big hindrance on her authority, and dreams or no dreams, it was really
starting to piss her off. She wasn’t some first year cadet who didn’t have
a clue.
She was a goddamn lieutenant and a damn department head and she’d worked her
ass off to get there. She could handle herself just as well as any of the men
that now walked around her in a protective pattern. She had one hell of a shot,
which she still spent time improving, she’d even been the one to help Cyanah
with her own phaser skills. Sure she was rather petite but she was strong, plus
she’d been trained damn well in the academy and continued to train even now.
Sara could feel her blood boil as she continued to walk. Why did everyone
treat her like this tiny little itty bitty fragile thing? Joe acted as if
she’d
break just by stepping the wrong way. Josh patronized her all the damn time
while they were dating. Jansug coddled her. Andros, well she wasn’t really
sure
about him but hell he was a guy and she was pissed. Hell, it didn’t end with
just the guys. Even Rhi didn’t think she was strong enough to know the truth
about what had happened between them when she was a child. Which of course lead
into the whole realm of her mother. How was she going to show everyone she was
a grown woman who could handle things as such and not as a little girl when
everyone around her treated her like she was five and made of glass.
‘That’s not true,’ she scolded herself as she began to climb up the
ladder
to the trap door. ‘Cyanah has never treated you like a little girl. She
supports what ever you do even if you fall flat on your ass doing it.’ The
little
voice in her head continued as she hosted herself out of the hole in the floor.
‘
Just like she’ll be supportive and proud about you leading this away team,
but
don’t fool yourself woman, she’s still going to mad as hell when she finds
out about the stupid risks you took.’ Sara sighed. ‘Go with your gut,
Jansug
says. Put the key card in the foreign object that could very well have blown
your to kingdom come, my gut says.. Your an idiot, Crusher.’ The little voice
hisses.
Sara shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts. She looked around at the
security men and at T’Nal and put her best command airs back in place.
"Ensign
T’Nal, I want you to take two level two sedatives, as well as a three RXG07
hypos and follow these men back though the tunnel. There are two guards at the
end of the tunnel, use the sedatives on them." Sara paused as T’Nal nodded.
"Then go into the chamber and give Lts. Casttilo and Idrays, the RXG07s."
"Yes, Lieutenant." T’Nal said as she began to fill the hypos, making sure to
fill one extra RXG for Sara herself. After a few moments Sara watched as
T’Nal
came over with the hypo, "May I, Lieutenant?" Sara smiled faintly and brushed
some of her long red hair off her neck.
She flinched a little, "Damn those sting like hell." Her voice had softened
as she told T’Nal what else she wanted done. "While I’m waiting on the
engineer to get here I’m going to make a list of who is down here and how
long they’
ve been here. I want to start radiation inoculations for everyone who’s been
here for over three hours. Use the 04s, that should be just enough to work as a
buffer. Anyone who enters the chambers however gets the 07s."
Once T’Nal had headed into the tunnels with the security men Sara found an
empty padd and started working on the inculcation list. She walked over to a
far
wall, leaned against it and slowly slide down it. She was tired, filthy,
stressed, and really starting to wish she’d eaten breakfast. But as Sara’s
mind
drifted off to the memory of why she hadn’t eaten breakfast, not even the
pain
in her stomach which was demanding food, could make her wish that morning had
happened differently.
As her fingers passed over the screen of the padd, she wondered if they would
always have mornings like that. Even after they’d been married for years,
when they were older, when their children were starting to grow up right before
their eyes, when their careers were well established, would they still wake
up, smile at each other and then spend the morning making love until the very
last possible moment, only to have to rush to take a shower, which rarely was
ever just a shower, hurry to get dressed, dart for the door, and then stop in a
fit of giggles when they realize they’d put on each other’s uniform tops.
Sara allowed herself a few more stolen moments to relive her memory before
finished the list and moving on to accessing the ship’s computer to see if
they
had news that would play into what they were doing. Nothing she desperately
needed to know. She glanced up and looked around, still no sight of the
engineer. "Ensign," Sara called out from her station on the floor. "any word on
that
specialist yet?"
The young man shook his head, "No Ma’am."
"Very well, let me know the moment he or she materializes." Sara replied,
trying to keep the annoyance from her voice. ‘God I hope it’s not that nut,
Lockheart.’ She thought as she began to run though her messages. Grandmother,
‘
delete’. Grandmother, ‘delete’, Brennan, ‘save and read tonight’,
Grandmother,
‘delete’, Mother, ‘Wants to know why I keep deleting Grandmother’s
messages. Delete.’ Matt, ‘same thing, answer later.’ Cy. ‘Yay!’ Sara
ignored the
rest of her messages and quickly opened the one from her fiancée’ and
smiled.
Sara looked down at the small three word note and wondered how something so
simple could totally change her whole mood, her whole day, and how Cy had known
she’d needed just this. ‘I love you too, Cy.’ She thought as she saved
the
message and cleared it from the screen. Sara smiled and leaned her head against
the wall and closed her eyes. She’d rest for the few seconds before she’d
head back to chamber with the engineer. ‘Ahh the life of an star fleet
officer.
Thank the gods for, Cy.’
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