Ensign Sariel Rager (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
visible_sariel) wrote2010-11-16 10:19 pm
visible_sariel) wrote2010-11-16 10:19 pm
OOM - USS Enterprise, immediately post Sariel's meeting with Lore
Anyone who calls Sariel a minion is sorely mistaken.
About as mistaken as they are if they call her a coward. Shy she may be, quiet and studious and subordinate she may be, but she's got Starfleet training, and she takes it very seriously. Keep an eye out for anomalous readings. Report what needs reporting.
Do the right thing.
Sariel's loyal to her core. But she's no minion. She lives her life by a very different set of rules than the stereotypical tool of someone higher up. She follows, follows orders, follows protocol, but she doesn't do it blindly.
She serves in Starfleet with her whole heart. That's plain enough, if you know her. The military life works for some people and doesn't work for others, and it's right for her.
But Sariel serves in Starfleet with her whole mind, too.
Commander Data (not as she knows him) has shaken her, chilled her, unnerved her. And he said not to tell anyone, ordered her not to tell anyone, made his order plain even if he didn't speak the word.
But Sariel doesn't follow blindly. She's subordinate, and she's shy and she's junior, but she follows with her whole mind.
And she's no coward. Even if what she's about to do scares her.
Do the right thing.
If Commander Data is malfunctioning, she needs to tell someone.
The Commander Data she's just met could be from her own past, her own future, someone else's past or future. The Commander Data she's just met could be her own universe's version, malfunctioning but unaware that he is. If she tells anyone else, the explanation of her suspicions will be a carefully-worded lie at best, a serious incident exposing the existence of Milliways at worst. If she tells anyone else...
But Commander Data knows Milliways. And Commander Data will want to be repaired, if he is malfunctioning.
Won't he?
Report what needs reporting. Do the right thing.
It's a very wary, very cautious Sariel who reaches for her communicator. She's two steps beyond what was the bar door a moment ago and is now her closet. It's here she halts.
Do the right thing.
Chirp.
"Rager to Commander Data."
About as mistaken as they are if they call her a coward. Shy she may be, quiet and studious and subordinate she may be, but she's got Starfleet training, and she takes it very seriously. Keep an eye out for anomalous readings. Report what needs reporting.
Do the right thing.
Sariel's loyal to her core. But she's no minion. She lives her life by a very different set of rules than the stereotypical tool of someone higher up. She follows, follows orders, follows protocol, but she doesn't do it blindly.
She serves in Starfleet with her whole heart. That's plain enough, if you know her. The military life works for some people and doesn't work for others, and it's right for her.
But Sariel serves in Starfleet with her whole mind, too.
Commander Data (not as she knows him) has shaken her, chilled her, unnerved her. And he said not to tell anyone, ordered her not to tell anyone, made his order plain even if he didn't speak the word.
But Sariel doesn't follow blindly. She's subordinate, and she's shy and she's junior, but she follows with her whole mind.
And she's no coward. Even if what she's about to do scares her.
Do the right thing.
If Commander Data is malfunctioning, she needs to tell someone.
The Commander Data she's just met could be from her own past, her own future, someone else's past or future. The Commander Data she's just met could be her own universe's version, malfunctioning but unaware that he is. If she tells anyone else, the explanation of her suspicions will be a carefully-worded lie at best, a serious incident exposing the existence of Milliways at worst. If she tells anyone else...
But Commander Data knows Milliways. And Commander Data will want to be repaired, if he is malfunctioning.
Won't he?
Report what needs reporting. Do the right thing.
It's a very wary, very cautious Sariel who reaches for her communicator. She's two steps beyond what was the bar door a moment ago and is now her closet. It's here she halts.
Do the right thing.
Chirp.
"Rager to Commander Data."
no subject
"You're welcome, sir. I thought this was best reported quickly, considering the circumstances." All the circumstances, but Sariel doesn't say that. Part of her is fairly sure she doesn't need to. The rest of her hopes she's right. "Nothing further, sir." Half a beat. "Thank you."
It isn't her place to say anything further. Something's half-formed two steps forward of the back of her mind, about how Commander Data is not at fault even if a malfunction is affecting him. But it isn't her place to say a word on the subject.
Those last two words will have to do. It's no wonder they sound softly sincere; they are.
no subject
He presses his combadge to end the transmission, and is left standing in the middle of an empty room, staring down at his violin case, trying to process what he has just heard.
Theories. Probabilities. The numbers have shifted, but more information is required. The investigation is 'on his shoulders' now, as the human expression goes, and he must decide on his next step.
Eliminate the impossible...
The most important thing is determining any possible malfunction he might be having. He will go to Geordi for a diagnostic on his systems.
...and whatever remains...
There are infinite parallel universes, infinite possibilities. But the fact remains that he has never met two versions of the same person in Milliways. He has never met any version of himself in Milliways...
...however improbable...
(However unwanted...)
Empty.
Data stands there, like he is waiting for something. He turns away suddenly and heads for the door. Most importantly...
He will go ask Geordi for a diagnostic.
no subject
Sariel stays seated at her computer terminal as the transmission ends. Commander Data is reacting normally. Commander Data is investigating.
She can still feel the iron-cold pressure of cybernetic fingers on her arm, and she's not too proud to admit that the memory of his - someone else's, maybe - vacuum-dry sarcasm paired with that force still rattles her. But Commander Data is investigating, to whatever end.
--must then be possible.
It doesn't help all the way, to be sure, but it--
Do the right thing.
It counts for something.