Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Misery and Disquiet

Posted by Captain Rende Asam (Commanding Officer) in Misery and Disquiet

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Misery and Disquiet
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“See you, Rand. Come back soon.” Franks said as she left.

~ Franks

Rende had stayed in sickbay to, well she wasn’t really sure why Kreed had her stay, other than to reinforce that Alden was off duty. She had gone to check on Rand, knowing she was confined to quarters for the most part. The poor girl had looked absolutely sick and unwell when she left sickbay. Rand had not been in Alden’s quarters nor her old Yeoman’s quarters. So she decided to check the mess. Rand still had to eat, and she knew the young woman would never ask anyone to bring food to her.

As she stepped off the lift, what she saw was Rand, darting quickly down the hall, from the biology lab, and toward the mess. Along with Lt Franks telling her to return soon. Rende decided not to call the woman out on it. Instead Rende went back to the bridge for awhile. She would check on Rand later. It was quite possible that Franks had simply asked Rand where Alden was on her way to the mess.

Asam, CO

Rand picked up a late lunch tray. It was depressing. It was her and Roman’s meals. Gorshin was knew they always ate together and had them ready for her. Rand sighed and carried the tray back to their quarters. She wasn’t interested in eating, but it explained why she was down on deck 9. She set the tray down and then let Pipkin out of her cage. Rand sat on the bed. She felt horrible. She knew she was having an anxiety attack. She knew it wasn’t just the medicine either. She wasn’t going back to Sickbay. They were just going to have her lay down and try to distract her. She could lay down in her quarters, alone, just fine. Pipkin climbed onto the bed and hopped and sniffed around and then curled up into a fuzzy little ball on Rand’s chest.

It was some time later that there was a chime at the door. Rand almost ignored it, but no one would come find her to just visit. It had to be important. Pipkin wasn’t budging, and scrambled against her, so Rand picked her up and carried her with her to the door. She had the horrible feeling that it was Lt Kreed with bad news.

Rand

When the door opened, it took Rende only a moment to make the decision to invite herself in. She stepped in, causing Rand to back up and let the door close. She put both hands on Rand’s shoulders and guided her toward the bed and sat down next to her and hugged her. “Oh you poor child. It’s all going to be okay.” Rende hugged her tighter when she tried to pull away. “No no, none of that. We are just two women here. I understand better than you think. I’m married, you know, and you and Alden may not have a certificate yet, but that piece of paper doesn’t change how you feel does it?”

Rand had obviously been crying, and her breathing really wasn’t great. She tried her best not to appear so, but she was too upset to make a thorough showing of a mask.
She was so surprised by the captain’s comfort that she began to cry in earnest. “Nnno.” She sniffed and took a shuddered breath.

She ran a hand over Rand’s arm. “It is cruel to have to watch someone we love struggle so horribly. You don’t have to pretend in here. We are just two regular people. Rank got left out in the corridor, alright?”

Rende

She sat up, cradling Pipkin, and wiped her face. “I’m sorry, Cpt. I guess this is why families don’t serve together.” Rand was beyond embarrassed that the captain was seeing her so upset. She was immediately resigned to the fact that either she or Roman would be transferred after this. Probably herself. He was the XO after all, and the crew looked up to him. First officers didn’t get transferred unless they were promoted or demoted. She hoped that wouldn’t happen to Roman. It would be all her fault if it did, and he would never forgive her.

Rand

“That’s nonsense. Serving together is no more or less troublesome than serving with strangers. If you hadn’t been here, we may never have known Alden was in such trouble” Rende patted her shoulder. “Cargo ships are much more dangerous, and they are nothing but families. And they are very successful. Now,” she reached over and rubbed the rabbits ears, “Who
is this?”

Rende