Posted by Commander Dira Myqian (Executive Officer) in Ready Room- Work & Life

Posted by Captain Willow Taylor (Commanding Officer) in Ready Room- Work & Life

Posted by Commander Dira Myqian (Executive Officer) in Ready Room- Work & Life
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Willows expression darkened for a moment and she nodded. “As far as I am ware, yes. It is. However I am going to be on a lookout for future situations regardless. I’ll make sure to keep you updated but I don’t foresee something as…immediate a need in future.” She shook her head.

Willow Taylor
CO

Myqian blew out a breath and nodded. “How much do you know about how my… fiancee died?” Such a simple question, but one that was harder to answer because so much of it was classified. You would only know of its classified state if you went looking. No one had any reason to. It had been a long time ago now. Over ten years. A decade. A lifetime ago it seemed.

Commander Myqian, XO

Carefully Willow considered the woman before her, she took her cup and turned it in her hand. “I am aware of your loss, and that the files surrounding it are classified, that’s all. It wasn’t my place to delve into classified files when you came on board and as we worked together and I got to know you i knew it wasn’t something I wanted to know unless it was something you wanted to tell me yourself.”

Willow Taylor
CO

That all made sense, of course. Dira looked away, eyes searching something, anything that would ground her, but her own memories were too strong right now. That was the thing about being triggered: emotions and memories didn’t just magically vacate the premises once you acknowledged them. She had been doing the work, she listened to her instincts and found herself at Iven’s office, but she knew all too well that this was a process. “It goes without saying that what I’m about to tell you doesn’t leave this office.”

“Of course,” Willow said

“The simple version is that we were at a diplomatic event and Paige was doing guard duty. The energy of the room changed and suddenly, Paige was leaping to tackle a diplomat who was in the direct line of fire. It hit her exactly as she had planned. She died a hero’s death, the way most security officers hope to go out: doing something they believed in. But as this all happened, one of the Intelligence officers nearest to me working these negotiations had a really loud thought I picked up that suggested that they knew in advance that violence was possible. But they never told any of us. In the after math, I tried to get answers and was told that the matter was classified and that if I pursued it further or said anything to anyone my career would be over. I still believe that to be true, though it’s been ten years and I’ve been an exemplary officer. The threat means nothing to me now. But I was furious, Willow. So much so that my crewmates had to restrain me from attacking that imperious ass leading the team.” She was calmer telling the story than she had been before, but that was the beauty of time. It gave distance and clarity. But it never promised less pain.

Commander Myqian, XO

The redhead listened, her expression calm to give Dira the chance to explain. Internally she was horrified, as the story unfolded she wasn’t sure what to say. “I…well…” she finally managed then stopped.

Rising from her seat she crossed to the fish tank built into the office bulkhead and reaching behind some books she withdrew a large black wooden box which she returned to the sofa with. Opening it as she sat the captain pulled out two glass tumblers and a dusty bottle of amber liquid with a broken wax seal.

She uncorked the bottle and filled two measures into the glasses, offering one to Dira then.

Willow Taylor
CO