Posted by Captain Chris Taggart (Captain) in Main Sim: Conference Room

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Quentin “Q” Dawson (Chief Weapons Officer) in Main Sim: Conference Room

Posted by Captain Chris Taggart (Captain) in Main Sim: Conference Room
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Dawson looked to the Captain, confusion slightly creeping into his features. He gave a brisk nod and, when Kastarak dismissed the meeting, went out to join Taggart on the walk to Sick Bay.

“Is everything alright, sir?” He asked. He looked at Taggart closely, and saw that, while he did look better than he had when he walked in, he wasn’t doing well. Symar will certainly need to look him over to see what was affecting him.

Lt. Q Dawson, CWO

“Yes Mr. Dawson. Everyone keeps forgets that my role before becoming captain was that of a surgeon. But I wanted to elaborate on what Kastarak told you. You looked confused but handled it well. When he said, “Mr Dawson, these are our orders. You have no responsibility as to what our mission is. To assume individual responsibility for orders from Command is not your duty.”. Well. That meant exactly what it is. I told you that we would do this but I still needed something from higher up in order to do that. With all the evidence that we got and married that with your sisters crew, Command bought it. So this is an official mission but it will go on like we talked about. It’s that making any sense?”. He coughed a bit while waiting for Q to respond and he pushed the button for the turbolift.

Captain Chris Taggart CO

Dawson took in the information and felt some of his tension ease. There were many reasons why Starfleet had appealed to him, one of which being the validation in following orders. If this mission was sanctioned by Command, then it was not solely on Q’s shoulders. the top brass believed this mission vital enough to risk the treaty with the Klingons. They hadn’t forgotten her he thought. Starfleet would send someone for her. Finally, a response. Delayed, true, but a response.

“Thank you, sir.” Dawson said, “Would you like me to continue to escort you to the medical bay?”

-Lt. Q Dawson, CWO

Chris nodded while coughing. “Sure. I also wanted to spare you the burden of seeing beings die by your command. It will happen eventually unfortunately, but I want you to be stronger before that happens.”. Coughing again for a bit. “I’m not saying your weak Q. I just want you to have more experience under your belt and realize the truth that no matter how hard you plan, no matter how precise your execution is, something will more than likely go wrong and in combat people die. They also die during safe away missions. I’m not telling you to be desensitized from their deaths, they are all tragic, but to realize the truth. And the truth is you have to be strong when needed, brave when needed, sympathetic when needed, and a$$hole when needed, etc.. in short. It sucks. No one gives two sh!t$ about your feelings when your in low level command. It’s all about the other person. And it gets worse the higher you get up. Understand?”

Looking around at the turbolift and pressing the button repeatedly. “Why isn’t this thing working?! Let’s find another one and tell Pawl about this turbolift for me please.”

Captain Chris Taggart CO

Dawson took in Taggart’s words, and while he knew he was right, he couldn’t help feeling them chafe slightly. He’d served in security since he graduated the academy and had certainly seen his share of operations go south. But he had never seen real combat. He knew all he could do was his best, and hope that was enough.

“Yes sir.” he said then noticing the faulty lift made sure to note to talk with Pawl about it. “We can take the one down the hall. Hopefully it’s just the one lift, sir.”

Lt. Q Dawson, CWO