07-30-2024, 12:29 PM
It was good news that some of Starfleet weren’t entirely willing to scrap the crew of the Artemis. The sword of Damocles overhead wasn’t a surprise. There were elements who didn’t like the crew. The joys of working under a bureaucracy were starting to become clear. The odd thing was that it was directed at everyone who had been on the mission. She couldn’t figure what was meant by corrupted. Sometimes the crew gave logic a dropkick. Responsibility before reason or something similar.
No room for square pegs?
The knuckleheaded comment certainly represented Lucy, but it seemed she wasn’t alone in Starfleet’s surmise. She had held back from doing problematic things recently, but she really hadn’t had the opportunity. Lucy had updated training outside of her chosen field. Finding an appropriate use for it was complicated. The crew’s cohesion was important and keeping from giving Starfleet an excuse to can them was also important.
With the Q&A finished there was an interlude. The Captain opened a small crate that had been on the table. There was a list of names mentioned and something about a Gold Star. Achievement medals weren’t uncommon where it was appropriate and those mentioned had shown what was required. Lucy couldn’t figure how she was on that list. The medals were passed to each officer named.
The box before her held a medal and a new ribbon for her dress uniform. The Captain hit the proverbial nail on the head. Lucy felt a churn of emotion looking at the black box. She wouldn’t say unfairly judged, but unfairly used felt more appropriate. Somebody had set a mission. The faction in a sea of opinion was problematic even if knowing that somebody had it in for an impolitic crew like the Artemis. If the legend of the Rogue Planet was anything to go by, even a mission that on the surface seemed straight forward often carried far reaching consequences.
No room for square pegs?
The knuckleheaded comment certainly represented Lucy, but it seemed she wasn’t alone in Starfleet’s surmise. She had held back from doing problematic things recently, but she really hadn’t had the opportunity. Lucy had updated training outside of her chosen field. Finding an appropriate use for it was complicated. The crew’s cohesion was important and keeping from giving Starfleet an excuse to can them was also important.
With the Q&A finished there was an interlude. The Captain opened a small crate that had been on the table. There was a list of names mentioned and something about a Gold Star. Achievement medals weren’t uncommon where it was appropriate and those mentioned had shown what was required. Lucy couldn’t figure how she was on that list. The medals were passed to each officer named.
The box before her held a medal and a new ribbon for her dress uniform. The Captain hit the proverbial nail on the head. Lucy felt a churn of emotion looking at the black box. She wouldn’t say unfairly judged, but unfairly used felt more appropriate. Somebody had set a mission. The faction in a sea of opinion was problematic even if knowing that somebody had it in for an impolitic crew like the Artemis. If the legend of the Rogue Planet was anything to go by, even a mission that on the surface seemed straight forward often carried far reaching consequences.