Never Free

Posted on 30 Mar 2018 @ 10:48am by Crewman Valentina Gagarina

314 words; about a 2 minute read

Well, I’m back in the fleet. I’m still not quite sure why. In the end it’s really exactly what I’m trying to avoid, only a little different and perhaps a little more trimming. The proverbial gilded cage.

I got locked up for so long that the only way to keep me from getting locked up again was to imprison myself in the service. Funny. I’m not sure if that’s the definition of irony, but it sure as hell feels like it. Keep myself out of trouble by going on the straight and narrow. How awful that’s going to be.

But here I am. Constructive with my destructiveness. Or so I hope at least. Walk the beat and fill the shoes of what was once for so long my enemy. And all because the prevailing morality of our society says I’m not allowed to just fight anyone I damn well please for any damn reason I feel is good enough. Still, justice and righteousness do need a strong hand from time to time. I’m sure I’ll do fine as a security officer, if only ‘officer’ in job title only. Rough and tumble enforcer morelike.

Enforcer. It does have a nice ring to it. See things from the other side. Do the right thing. Or so they say. Keep everyone, myself included, in line. That’s what mom and dad would want. Probably what I would want, too. But then again all of them are gone to me. Better it stay that way. It’ll be good enough for them to not see my name in any obituaries or inmate rosters. It’ll certainly be good enough for me.

So here I am, Starfleet. Use this engine of anger for good. Or not, I suppose. One never knows. We’ll just have to see I guess...

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