Retribution

Posted on Mon Sep 21st, 2020 @ 3:54am by Captain Rhenora Kaylen & Lieutenant JG Sarah Wilson & Chief Petty Officer Ronson Mitchell & Commander Savar cha'Salik hei-Surak Talek-sen-deen

Mission: Welcome Aboard!

Captain Kaylen Rhenora didn’t take lightly to being confined to quarters on what some would seem to be a ‘good diet’ and a distinct lack of her favourite beverage. Yes it may have been for her own good, but whilst she was doing ‘some’ relaxing, there was more time for scheming on how she was going to repay a certain counsellor for his ‘good’ deed.

She flopped on the couch in a pair of loose fitting pants and a singlet top, not caring how unprofessional she looked. She was off duty - it was none of their business. Swinging her bare feet up so they rested on the coffee table she grabbed a padd and set to work. The irritating ‘be-bep access denied’ was getting annoying as she worked through what she could and could not access. Apparently she couldn’t access her own replicator, but she could access others on the ship, she couldn’t access any reports or logs but had some access into the ships personnel database. Both she could use to her advantage.

On the bridge a soft alert caught Savar’s attention. Someone was trying to access the ship’s replicators as well as the personnel database. He had an excellent idea who. So with a few taps
On the control arm he discreetly redirected the inquiries into a false database. Where the hacker could make changes but would not actually change anything on the actual database. The inquiry into the ship’s replicator system, he just sent back in a loop to the hacker, where nothing would get accomplished. He then sent a separate message to the Captain. Which said.
Relax Captain.or do you wish more time in your quarters?

A message blipped up on Rhenora’s sole padd, its contents igniting a fire of indignation and overall grumpiness. So Savar wanted to play games? Two could play games.

She sent a message to Ronson - her ever faithful and wonderful Yeoman who made sure she ate and drank and managed her workload without going completely nuts. The guy deserved a gold medal for his work. If she couldn’t achieve her goals directly, there were a number of other ways they could be accomplished.

At that moment Savar was in the midst of a conversation with Ronson. “I shall tell you again Mr. Ronson, if you think of helping the Captain you are doing more harm than good. Do you understand? Do I make myself clear? You are not to assist the Captain for the days she is relaxing in her quarters.”

“ But she… I… she…. You…” Ronson stammered as he was torn between helping his commanding officer of whom he was intensely loyal, and obeying a direct order from a superior.

“ But Sir… she IS relaxing, she hasn’t left her quarters, she hasn’t had coffee, and she even commented that the bran muffins were… filling.” He managed to get out.

“So, you have been in contact with the Captain. “ Savar didn’t make it a question, it was a statement of fact. “Should I confine you to your quarters or perhaps the brig?”

“ I was just making sure she had everything she needed so she wasn’t wanting anything Commander Counsellor Sir... please it’s my job to make sure she is looked after” His bottom lip started to quiver with the thought of not being able to do his job.

“However noble your intentions may be Mr. Ronson, you are undermining the attempts to get the Captain to relax..”

“ You do realise that if she’s trying to do something, whether you throw me out the airlock or not she’ll find some way of getting it done. Have you not read her personnel file? Tenacious as a dynoraptor” Ronson beamed just a little with pride.

“I have read the Captain’s file Mr. Ronson or are you now presuming to tell me how to do my job?” Savar countered to the yeoman. “Yet you insist on helping her, making it easy for her. Not
a challenge. A challenge keeps the Captain’s brain engaged. You want to spoon feed her..”

“ And you want her to relax? She aint gonna relax if you’re making her dig through the computer systems to find something, its gonna stress her out - hence why I offered my most humble assistance to ensure maximum relaxation time.” Ronson challenged, finding some courage deep within.

“There are many forms of relaxation Mr. Ronson. A fact I see you did entertain or consider when you made your statement. As well as your ill timed attempts to help the Captain.” Savar fired back.

“ Am I allowed to visit, I got the mess hall to make a nice salad...it’s healthy but I need to deliver it?” Ronson asked, raising an eyebrow in hope.

“Not if such a visit is in an attempt at subterfuge Mr. Ronson.” Savar replied glacially.

“ I promise not to stress her or do anything that doesn’t involve her relaxing” Ronson replied dutifully, throwing in a salute for good measure - his mind already ticking over.

“Do not attempt humor me Mr. Ronson. I find your behavior woefully lacking in this endeavor and I have my doubts of your sincerity even now. Furthermore a salute is not necessary.” Savar said cooly.

“ Yes Sir very good sir, I promise Sir Yes Sir Counsellor Sir” Ronson stammered, wanting nothing more than to beat a hasty retreat.

Savar watched Ronson hustle out of sight. Knowing full well the yeoman had forgotten his promise made only moments before and that he would attempt to help the Captain. He thought of calling security to detain Ronson but that was going overboard and losing sight of the goal which was to get the Captain to relax.

Ronson paused for a moment before leaving, considering the words of the counsellor. Ronson was a simple Yeoman, he loved his job and his job was to make sure the Captain had everything she needed before she knew she needed it. This counsellor fellow - as well as being the ships 2XO, was also a highly respected counsellor. Maybe he did know what he was on about.

“ I give you my word Counsellor” He said quietly, almost whispering the words into Savar’s highly acute ears.

Savar did hear Ronson’s quiet promise. He nodded in approval. “Very good Mr. Ronson.” He whispered back.

“ But just so you know… if I don’t help her someone else will. I understand what you’re trying to do though” Ronson finished and beat a hasty retreat, wondering just how he was going to tell the Captain that he wasn’t going to help her get retribution on her best intentioned counsellor.

“I am aware of that Mr. Ronson, thank you. I will deal with that when it comes.” Savar said quietly.

“Very good Sir” Ronson whispered again as he beat a hasty retreat. Only 24 hours then he would have his captain back. In the meantime he would deliver her salad, engage in pointless small talk then delegate all her outstanding tasks.

“Now, I believe you have a salad to deliver to the Captain. Best see to it.” Savar told him.

“ On my way Sir… is there anything I can get for you while I’m at it? Tea.. sandwich… romulan ale?” the Yeoman offered.

“Thank you no, Mr. Ronson but I do appreciate the offer.” Savar replied.


“ Very good Sir” Ronson scarpered to grab the now probably not as fresh as it used to be salad and deliver it to the Captain, along with a vague promise to not to anything that would cause either of them to get into trouble. Hopefully she would understand and not de-mote him to chief deck cleaner.

Savar watched as Ronson left to deliver the salad to the Captain. He had a certain curiosity about how that meeting would go.


Meanwhile Dr Sarah Wilson paged the ship's counsellor - wondering if he was indeed intact after his meeting with the Captain. The good doctor had kept her side of the bargain, removing the Captain’s access and setting her to ‘unfit for duty’ for the next 24 hours. For all she knew the Bajoran was climbing the walls.
Savar answered the page. “Yes Doctor, what can I assist you with?”

“ Just checking your welfare Commander, making sure you had all your limbs still attached” The doctor quipped in good nature. “ No bumps, bruises or contusions?”

“Really Doctor. My meeting with the Captain went off without incident. She was not happy with the restrictions placed upon her but neither did she resort to physical violence.” Savar commented dryly.

“ She didn’t? Wow… I must admit I was sure you were going to come in with some kind of injury after she went off like a firecracker” Sarah mused to herself.

“I am sorry to disappoint you Doctor but the Captain acted with a reasonable amount of understanding and no she did not throw anything either.” Savar added.

“ No throwing? Are you sure she’s ok? Should I go check to make sure?” Wilson prompted, realising that this in itself could be a warning sign.

“Mr. Ronson is bringing the Captain a salad. I’m sure if the Captain is not alright, he will let us know upon his return.” Savar replied. “Please have confidence.”

“ Always, thank you Commander” Wilson signed off leaving the Counsellor alone with his thoughts.

Meanwhile Yeoman Ronson was carrying a large bowl of leafy green salad with various pops of colour throughout it, along with a chamomile tea in a thermos. He understood what the Counsellor was trying to accomplish, but the poor crewman wasn’t sure if the Captain saw it yet. She was unmistakably volatile when it came to some things. Protective of her crew as a mother bear generally at the detriment of herself. Maybe it was a good thing the Counsellor had taken it upon himself to give the Captain some down time.