09-11-2023, 10:34 PM
"As long it isn't the Cardassian border, sir," D'Mar told him. "I'm not welcome there, sir." She went on to tell her story, one of escape and loss and survival. It wasn't the worst atrocity he'd heard from the Cardassians, but it was one of the more personal ones. "I best get to my shift, thanks for the advice, sir, I appreciate it."
"Ensign," he said before she could walk away, "I can sympathize with you; there are many places I am not welcome either." He remembered a harrowing week spent in a half-working escape pod from a smuggler's ship on the Tzenkethi border, but only for a moment. He'd long since come to terms with that particular trauma. "But just remember that we're Starfleet. We go where we are required, not where we necessarily want to go. If there is an issue with any orders you've been given, please let me know as soon as possible, but remember that there may not be a choice in the matter."
He nodded and was about to let her go when he saw a text message pop up on the console. "Well, scratch that walkabout, Ensign," he said. "Looks like we're needed elsewhere. Get what you need, and head to the transporter. Guess we're going to find out what this is all about sooner rather than later. Dismissed for now."
Benjamin turned and headed back to his office. He picked up a pair of padds - one with information he needed, and one to take notes on - and stopped at the replicator for a fresh coffee before finally leaving and heading to the transporter room.
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"Ensign," he said before she could walk away, "I can sympathize with you; there are many places I am not welcome either." He remembered a harrowing week spent in a half-working escape pod from a smuggler's ship on the Tzenkethi border, but only for a moment. He'd long since come to terms with that particular trauma. "But just remember that we're Starfleet. We go where we are required, not where we necessarily want to go. If there is an issue with any orders you've been given, please let me know as soon as possible, but remember that there may not be a choice in the matter."
He nodded and was about to let her go when he saw a text message pop up on the console. "Well, scratch that walkabout, Ensign," he said. "Looks like we're needed elsewhere. Get what you need, and head to the transporter. Guess we're going to find out what this is all about sooner rather than later. Dismissed for now."
Benjamin turned and headed back to his office. He picked up a pair of padds - one with information he needed, and one to take notes on - and stopped at the replicator for a fresh coffee before finally leaving and heading to the transporter room.
>>Transporter Rooms>>