Lost Time

Posted on 16 Jul 2017 @ 5:24pm by Chief Warrant Officer 3 Greg Mitchell & Captain Amber Austin M.D.
Edited on on 19 Jul 2017 @ 10:51pm

1,316 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Episode 15 - Emanation
Location: Starfleet Command Headquarters, San Francisco
Timeline: MD-06, 1205 hours

ON:

Amber was almost caught up on her interviews but still had a few second round questions to go on a few creward from the Galileo. This was her last first round session and she headed to the interview room quickly PADD and sweet tea in hand. As the doors opened she entered and placed the PADD and tea down on the desk as she did with every interviEW and began her opening statement.

"Warrant Officer, I am Captain Amber Austin of Star Fleet Personnel Command. I will be handling your debrief after the Galileo incident. This is all regular and routine we're just here to figure out what happened." she said as she looked at the Ensign. "Now, please relax this is just a fact finding inquiry to get the recollections of the crew and piece together what happened. Please, sit."

Mitchell, still in a daze from recent events and recovering from his coma, didn't get a chance to even salute before he was ordered to sit. Instead, he just nodded at the Captain before complying and taking a seat. "Aye ma'am."

He walked over to the chair and sat down.

"Now first off, Mister Mitchell, would you life any refreshmentsbefore we begin?"

"Um, just water ma'am. Thank you." Mitchell's head was still a little fuzzy, but he regained his composure as well as he could. "I feel like I should preface by re-iterating my report that I was mostly unconscious for the entirety of our last outing, so I may not be able to help with much after I left the ship."

She nodded. "So noted, let's start at the beginning tell me what you remember first and then work or way forward to your coma."

Greg nodded, as he thought hard to the events that had happened. "Yes ma'am. It began on Stardate...um..." Greg suddenly, through a flash of embarrassment, suddenly remembered that he sucked with remembering Stardates, even when he wasn't just recently in a coma. He had always used actual dates on his reports...much to his commanding officers' annoyance.

But there was no way he was telling the Captain that. "My mind is fuzzy, but the date it started. I was sending a message to my family. I always send them monthly updates on my situation when I can, so they know I am ok. I was in the middle of finishing my log, and listening to Bon Jovi, when the Red Alert went off. That's when I started out to the Security office.

Amber watched the man and then took up her stylus and began to take short hand notes as he spoke. She would insert various sounds of acknowledgement.

"After getting an impromptu briefing, I assembled a team, made up of me, Petty Officers John Wilson, Danny Rivetti, Scott Jacobs, and..." Greg paused for a moment, trying to remember the three people on his team that had been with him. He knew it was there he just...he couldn't...

"Damn." He mumbled, looking away for a moment to think.

She looked up at him over the rim of her glasses and said simply, "I beg your pardon?"

"I...I can't remember the names of my last few men. It was..." He snapped his fingers. Come on. "It...Beck. That's it. Beck, Alberton and Westford. That's it."

She returned her eyes down to her PADD and nodded "Please continue."

"We were, um." Greg blinked a few times as he recalled the hazy events in his head, "We were tasked with securing the nearby decks on the ship and look for survivors. That's when we came under attack. Klingons came from every direction, and the ship was tearing itself apart. I lost two men almost instantly, and Jacobs was hit in the leg. I got hit multiple times." He could remember the burn as the disrupter blasts hit. "I assessed the situation and found us to be combat ineffective due to our losses. I ordered a regroup with another team. We were on our way to sickbay, when the order to evac was given. We fought our way the escape pod and that's when we left the ship."

Greg looked away, "There was nothing I could do. We couldn't get to anyone else. We checked the rooms between us and the pods, but we never found anyone alive. We just had to leave."

She nodded "And when were you rendered unconscious, and by what?"

"Not long after we were beamed aboard, I was one of the few 'chosen' for a friendly little interrogation. Suffice to say, Klingon interrogators are surprisingly more direct than I am. I guess they picked me because I was the head NCO on Security, and I wouldn't shut up." Greg smirked, "People tell me I have that problem. I was taken to a room, secured to a chair. They asked me for names. I told them they destroyed my rock and roll playlist by destroying my ship. For the record, they aren't Whitesnake fans. I was beaten repeatedly. And I....um..."

Greg thought for a moment. This was where his mind got hazy. "I...I don't remember. All I can remember is intense pain, and how I was praying for God to get me through this, and hoping I could get my hands on the interrogators. Seems I missed out on that."

She nodded "And what is the last thing you remember after awaking?"

Greg explained. "I do, however, remember dreaming about taking an Extended Leave of Absence so I could go back to EIU and finish my Sociology degree...which I already have from them. But that's not important to the matter at hand."

Austin looked up and raised an eyebrow. "No Chief, I mean what is the earliest memory you have after waking up?"

"You mean what I remember from being in the hospital?" Greg asked.

She nodded "Correct."

"My mind cleared up after I..." He remembered instinctively grabbing the knife and going for the doctor's throat before he snapped out of it. "...woke up. My team was with me, this was before the 'no contact' was put in place and they cared for me during the trip so they wanted to see how I was doing. My other team member, Jacobs, was also in another room. He's doing fine as well. I checked on him before I left. My dad and brother came after, as did my gir..." Greg stopped himself before finishing that word, girlfriend, due to the...frowned upon nature of their relationship.

He coughed, "Sorry, allergies. My counselor from immediately after an incident on my last posting. I had been giving her regular updates because she helped me through a lot of issues before I got back on my feet. She will probably hand me over to the Ship's Counselor, or wherever my next post is, when she feels I am ready."

"Aside from that, my memory is clear. It's like...someone took a whole section of my past out of my head, but left everything else intact. I don't know, but I think God every day that it wasn't worse."

She nodded "That pretty much sums up the interview. As you wern't awake during the time I don't foresee us having to call you in again. Before we close do you have any comments, questions or concerns you would like put on the record?"

"Negative ma'am. If anything else comes up, I can contact you if you want." Greg responded.

She nodded "Thank you, please do that. Dismissed."

"Aye ma'am." Greg stood and saluted, "Have a nice day." He turned on his heals and exited the room.

"You to Mr. Mitchell." She responded as she gathered her equipment to return to her office.

OFF



Amber Austin, M.D.
Captain
Starfleet Personnel Command
Starfleet HQ

&

CWO3 Greg Mitchell,
Security Officer,
Former USS Galileo

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