Darmok on the ocean
Posted on Wed Aug 7th, 2019 @ 3:57pm by Petty Officer 3rd Class Jiri
She sat down to eat in the dining room, surrounded by people but utterly alone. There was conversation. There was laughter. There was at least one intellectual debate about warp core systems. Lots of activity from the enlisted personnel in this space. She looked around trying to take it all in, trying to learn names with faces and ranks. Trying to feel a part of the crew.
She ate a nutrient bar and washed it down with a Tamarian frost. The drink was the only Tamarian dish in the replicator system. She wasn't sure whom she should speak to in order to get some food programmed for her. She never got the chance to get a program made at her last post, and she never even tried aboard the Pendragon.
It had been such a short post. She was sure she had partially been to blame for the explosion that killed all those people. If only she had spoken up sooner. If only she didn't get so flustered and start speaking Tamarian. If only... The smell of the fires still haunted her. SFM Revenant was supposed to be her first real home, a chance to show her prowess, a chance to put all her hard work to the test. Now it was a nightmare she could only brush aside from her new reality.
She finished and left quietly, hoping no one would try to engage her in conversation. She wasn't in the mood. She decided she would speak to Lt. Holo about the replicators the next day. Until then, she would just go to bed and try to have a pleasant dream. She thought of home. She pictured Uzani and Picard wrestling, and her father joining in.
Kiazi's children, their faces wet.