Posted on 30 Jun 2017 @ 7:01pm by Commander Marisa Wyatt

589 words; about a 3 minute read

Marisa walked into the small room she'd been assigned and slammed her hand against the wall. She knew the look in the Captain's eyes. She was going to be told to take a vacation. That she needed a break from counseling.

That would be the end of her chance to be transferred to the Galileo. By the time she was fit for duty, the crew would either be on another ship and off somewhere with a fully staffed crew, or they would be disbursed and assigned to other ships. Either way, she was done. The official orders were only a formality now.

She should have been in more control of her emotions. More Vulcan. Then, maybe... Marisa laughed bitterly. It wouldn't matter. If she hadn't given away her feelings about Kreanus in the interview, she would have done so before much longer.

Her mother had often told her that her emotions would get her into trouble, and here it was. She'd been twice cursed because of those emotions. First, she'd fallen in love with someone who saw her as nothing more than a counselor who could report on the crew's mental health and now she'd lost the opportunity to stay with a crew she had grown quite fond of.

She sat on the small bed and pulled the pillow against her chest, rocking back and forth.

"Computer, start personal log."

The computer chimed its readiness.

"I've completed my interview about the Galileo and its loss. I really had nothing much to contribute as most of my time on the Duja'Q and Chaka was spent either in sickbay or talking to the crew in my capacity as counselor. I still don't fault the Admiral for her choices. She thought she was doing what was best for both the people of Kreanus and her crew. It's now up to the Board to decide what will happen to her and to the rest of us. Well, the rest of the crew. I've never really been a part of the Galileo. I was another refugee from Kreanus who sought an escape with the rest of the crew. Now it looks like I will be spending some time working in another area. Probably science. The question is, will it be as a member of Starfleet or not? I don't know. I still have some contacts, and I can still go back to teaching if I need to."

There was a long pause.

"Whatever happens, I have well and truly lost any chance I might have had of being able to work with the crew of the Galileo again. I let my anger get the better of me and admitted that I wanted to kill the slimes that murdered Tilly and Pete. Not a worthy emotion for a Starfleet officer. And so, here I sit, giving what may end up being my final personal log as a member of Starfleet." She paused to bite her lip and get control of herself again. "I feel like I've lost something very special. Not just one, but several people that could have become good friends. I want it on the record that I blame no one but myself for my current situation. In fact, I'm very grateful to the crew of the Galileo for taking me with them. I wish them nothing but the best."

Marisa hugged her pillow tighter and buried her face in its softness for several moments. Then she sat back and took a deep breath. "Computer, end log."

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