Duty Log || “Fading" || SCI || Lt(jg) Roswell ||

Posted on Fri Aug 30th, 2013 @ 8:07am by Lieutenant JG Saia Roswell

637 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Secret Meetings
Location: Sciences Office

After Saia relayed orders from the meeting to her team, she ordered coffee from the replicator in her office and plopped in her chair, and started to go over paperwork.

The door chimed and she called out, "Who is it?"

"Saul."

She sighed and not caring to use energy, called, "Not taking personal visits."

He then called out his rank. "Official business."

She scowled and used the button on her desk to open the door. She glared as Saul, with that smug look on his face, walk past the door and lay a PADD on her desk. She glanced down and took notice that there were some markings. She looked up, "You're the Intelligence Chief's lacky now?"

"No. I just had a feeling I needed a work reason. Also, the last few times his little ensign came to deliver paperwork, her tongue started to wag. There's talk that your notes on the data are hard to follow. That you go all over the place. It took three of us an hour to figure out you meant line 82 even though you'd went on through line 128. We almost sent an alert until we realized it was data about an area not even close to affecting the ship."

"I've noticed the editor markings." She set the PADD to the side. You eventually got the point, though. She looked down at her PADD as if they were done.

"Saia, why aren't you taking the help that's offered. Do you know what..."

He was cut off by her glaring him right in the eye, "I didn't ask you to do this. Just divorce her and we can move on. Did you get my grandmother out safely yet?"

He handed her another PADD. "It's encoded, but I can give you the code to unlock it later. I know we need to focus. She's safe on a starbase. Safer if you don't know which one. We're still looking for sleazeball."

Saia set that PADD in her drawer and locked it. She looked up, "I'll compose a message for you to send to Granny."

Saul stood, "I do know what you mean eventually, and from now on, I'll come get your data report. I'll fix them before you send them out. You're wearing thin and it's not hidden anymore, Saia. You're damaged and you're fading."

Saia looked up, "Well, I'll find strength like a good little officer. I have to. There's a war."

"That's right. There's a war. You need to get yourself straightened out before you die in it. Now that your grandmother is safe, I'm considering letting the cat out of the bag."

It took Saia a moment to realize what that phrase meant and she jumped out of her chair, "But you didn't catch him yet! What if he finds her!"

"She's surrounded by Starfleet officers on high alert because of a war."

Saia looked around. Hiding this had become so much of her being, she felt an obsessive need to continue, even if it made no logical sense to, "We're at war. Don't add this to the issues. My little problems can wait."

Saul looked at her, "Talk to my wife or I'll be sure to get you on psychological leave."

"I can't promise that, but I'll try to be stronger."

Saul frowned and nodded as he left.

Saia plopped back in her chair and took the PADD back in her hand and started to look over the information. She felt a hand on her shoulder and closed her eyes. She knew it was a tactile hallucination, but it was hard not to tense. She finally stood and stepped out of the office into the lab and worked among her team. She didn't want to be alone at the moment, though she didn't speak one word except when asked a question.

 

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