IKC FHew 7C6110
Marie's Mind – Federation Perspective
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Lieutenant JG Linx Moonshadow & Soghla' Marie St. Helene
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Marie stepped out of the medical office, her head still swimming from Germite's sudden declaration.
The wash of red light and warm air engulfed her and instantly she knew she was back on the FHew. She glanced around her old room. Four heavy walls, three flat slabs to serve as beds, and a door that sealed from the inside. In many ways, this room was as spartan as the Brig, since hardship is not something a warrior should complain about. However, for the past four years this has been the quarters of Marie and Tell, as well as a series of other occupants, and the two of them had put in a number of distinctive adjustments.
Against one wall there was a metal grate and a nozzle head that gave showers. If the Impulse engines were running they were even hot showers. The bunks had padding; not exactly a mattress but some blankets to lie on so there was some cushioning between you and the metal plate. Marie had even managed to bundle a pile of spare rags into a pillow.
Tell and Marie had scored the top and middle bunks respectively, while the lowest one - nearest the floor and therefore the smell of shoes - was reserved for the newest arrival. In this case, that was the Federation Liaison, Lieutenant Linx Moonshadow, who was even now adding some of her own personal touches to the room.
Linx was working on building a rather large shelf over the door and had stepped back to look at it when Marie walked in.
"Greetings, St. Helene."
Marie looked up at the shelf. “Are you planning on putting a full bucket of water on there and running a string to the door handle?” she asked.
"Actually, a bed. Sometimes I like to sleep where I can keep an eye on whoever enters the room, especially if they can't find me."
“What, like chickens roosting in high branches so that they’re away from predators?” Marie asked snidely.
"No... Not like a Chicken. More like your Earth Jaguar climbing up a tree, or a domesticated cat on top of a bookshelf watching all that is below her. So, how long have you been with the Fhew?"
“What? I don’t know. Eight years; something like that. I don’t keep track of that sort of thing. Sometimes, when Ro’ is in one of his moods, it seems a hell of a lot longer. When Tell’s being nice to me it seems like the time flies.”
"What makes you want to stay on a ship like... this...?"
“Oh, you know: riotous fun; thrilling excitement; the challenge of pitting yourself in battle with Klingon warriors. The usual reasons. What about you?”
Linx thought about it for a moment... Then she shook her head. She was hiding, and she didn't want to reveal too much. "I was assigned... For various reasons. Have you ever thought about returning to a Federation vessel?"
“That would imply I was previously on a Federation vessel,” Marie replied. “I chose this vessel for three reasons: one, I needed money and ‘Ro offered me a job; two, I needed to get off a certain planet quickly and; three, it wasn’t Federation.”
"Not Federation?" Linx asked curiously.
“I have no love for the Federation. They cited their precious Prime Directive for not intervening on my home planet. They took the moral high ground and kept their vaunted ethical standards intact while Nouvelle Nouvelle Calédonie sank deeper into hell.”
"I see, and so because of that you've decided never to join any Federation vessel of any kind? Now you're on some sort of pirate crusade as a chance to escape from that life."
“That just about sums it up. I’m off Nouvelle Nouvelle Calédonie for which I’m very grateful and I don’t have to kowtow to Federation moralizing. The only thing I’d disagree with is that bit about a pirate crusade. ‘Ro is House Matlh and he follows the orders of his House. I’m just along for the ride.”
"You can not spend a certain amount of time on this ship, and not see that this ship has a little bit of the qualities of the old pirates of earth. Some of them even followed the rules of their respective government."
Before Linx could say anything else there was a voice from the comms, "Marie, report to Transporter room."
Marie turned on her heel, glad to be away from the conversation.
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Lieutenant JG Linx Moonshadow & Soghla' Marie St. Helene
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| Title | Federation Perspective | |
| Mission | Marie's Mind | |
| Author(s) | HoD Ro' Matlh & Lieutenant JG Linx Moonshadow & Soghla' Marie St. Helene | |
| Posted | Fri Feb 14, 2014 @ 12:27pm | |
| Location | Marie's Quarters | |
| Timeline | After Medical |
The wash of red light and warm air engulfed her and instantly she knew she was back on the FHew. She glanced around her old room. Four heavy walls, three flat slabs to serve as beds, and a door that sealed from the inside. In many ways, this room was as spartan as the Brig, since hardship is not something a warrior should complain about. However, for the past four years this has been the quarters of Marie and Tell, as well as a series of other occupants, and the two of them had put in a number of distinctive adjustments.
Against one wall there was a metal grate and a nozzle head that gave showers. If the Impulse engines were running they were even hot showers. The bunks had padding; not exactly a mattress but some blankets to lie on so there was some cushioning between you and the metal plate. Marie had even managed to bundle a pile of spare rags into a pillow.
Tell and Marie had scored the top and middle bunks respectively, while the lowest one - nearest the floor and therefore the smell of shoes - was reserved for the newest arrival. In this case, that was the Federation Liaison, Lieutenant Linx Moonshadow, who was even now adding some of her own personal touches to the room.
Linx was working on building a rather large shelf over the door and had stepped back to look at it when Marie walked in.
"Greetings, St. Helene."
Marie looked up at the shelf. “Are you planning on putting a full bucket of water on there and running a string to the door handle?” she asked.
"Actually, a bed. Sometimes I like to sleep where I can keep an eye on whoever enters the room, especially if they can't find me."
“What, like chickens roosting in high branches so that they’re away from predators?” Marie asked snidely.
"No... Not like a Chicken. More like your Earth Jaguar climbing up a tree, or a domesticated cat on top of a bookshelf watching all that is below her. So, how long have you been with the Fhew?"
“What? I don’t know. Eight years; something like that. I don’t keep track of that sort of thing. Sometimes, when Ro’ is in one of his moods, it seems a hell of a lot longer. When Tell’s being nice to me it seems like the time flies.”
"What makes you want to stay on a ship like... this...?"
“Oh, you know: riotous fun; thrilling excitement; the challenge of pitting yourself in battle with Klingon warriors. The usual reasons. What about you?”
Linx thought about it for a moment... Then she shook her head. She was hiding, and she didn't want to reveal too much. "I was assigned... For various reasons. Have you ever thought about returning to a Federation vessel?"
“That would imply I was previously on a Federation vessel,” Marie replied. “I chose this vessel for three reasons: one, I needed money and ‘Ro offered me a job; two, I needed to get off a certain planet quickly and; three, it wasn’t Federation.”
"Not Federation?" Linx asked curiously.
“I have no love for the Federation. They cited their precious Prime Directive for not intervening on my home planet. They took the moral high ground and kept their vaunted ethical standards intact while Nouvelle Nouvelle Calédonie sank deeper into hell.”
"I see, and so because of that you've decided never to join any Federation vessel of any kind? Now you're on some sort of pirate crusade as a chance to escape from that life."
“That just about sums it up. I’m off Nouvelle Nouvelle Calédonie for which I’m very grateful and I don’t have to kowtow to Federation moralizing. The only thing I’d disagree with is that bit about a pirate crusade. ‘Ro is House Matlh and he follows the orders of his House. I’m just along for the ride.”
"You can not spend a certain amount of time on this ship, and not see that this ship has a little bit of the qualities of the old pirates of earth. Some of them even followed the rules of their respective government."
Before Linx could say anything else there was a voice from the comms, "Marie, report to Transporter room."
Marie turned on her heel, glad to be away from the conversation.