Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Leah Hart (Nurse Practitioner/Counseling) in Years Past - Meeting Her Crush… But Not That Kind Of Crush

Posted by Lieutenant Kreed (Chief Medical Officer) in Years Past - Meeting Her Crush… But Not That Kind Of Crush

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Leah Hart (Nurse Practitioner/Counseling) in Years Past - Meeting Her Crush… But Not That Kind Of Crush
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Kreed looked at her and thought for a moment. “The model is a very sentimental piece, I think. And it will serve as a reminder of these events far into my future. The tricorder… that was wholly unexpected. It must havevtaken a great deal of string-pulling and effort for them to obtain the device. I have only read about it, and did not know that it was so far into development.”

Kreed

“Sure beats medals and all the pomp and circumstance, doesn’t it?” Leah said, leaning against the wall of the lift, waiting for him to take them to their next destination. She had another (and possibly more cheeky) question but would save it for the moment.

~Leah Hart, NP

“Verily.” Kreed replied as the lift slowed to a stop. The doors opened onto a mostly dark passageway. The damage here had yet to be dealt with in any way; and it was only then that Hart could see the actual extent of what the ship and her crew had been subjected to.

Whereas a normal starship passageway had a floor and bulkheads that acted slightly towards the ceiling, this passgway was… distrubing. The entire passage was bent and twisted; like some giant, petulant child had thrown a fit and tried to destroy the space. The floor was warped and bent at sharp angles. Instead of a smooth, open hallway there was only the barest space in most places. In some, the opposing bulkheads were shoved together so they almost blocked the passageway entirely. Wiring hung in lifeless clusters from openings where access panels had burst off their tracks. It was chaos. It was claustrophobic. It was like looking at the very intention of wanton destruction.

Kreed stepped out of the lift and knelt down, setting his gifts on a piece of twisted dutririum. He stood and moved forward; climbing up, down and through the crushed and mangled wreckage until he came to a spot that had obviously been cut open by something very hot. He stared at the hole with blackened edges and then said “Here. This is where they pulled me out. I was told it took them six hours to cut their way to me. Another four to get me prepared to be moved. Ten hours…” and for the first time since she had started speaking with him, the Saurian’s voice cracked and a tear slid down from his large black eyes. “Ten hours they could have spent helping others… hours that could have been used to shore up the ship… maybe help someone who did not survive.” It was an… odd… tone that carried along with his words. It wasn’t guilt. Nor was it regret or remorse or any of the common reactions a mental health professional would expect. No… Kreed’s tone carried an almost palpable wave of confusion and humblness. It was clearly apparent that he truly didn’t understand why he was the center of so much attention. And it was now made plainly obvious to Hart that when he told her his actions were what he would expect any Star Fleet Officer would do… it was not the stereotypical false humility so often expressed by those sharing the rarefied circumstances that he found himself in. He actually expected any of the individuals he served with to go such lengths if the circumstances warranted it. He truly believed that all of them had that level of dedication inside them. It was both a wholly noble sentiment… but one that could lead to extreme disappointment.

Kreed

Leah carefully followed him, her shorter body having to do the navigation that his longer legs managed with more ease. She crouched to the side of the hole and listened, watching his emotional display, wanting to connect the dots but also knowing she had be cautious about the precise way those dots were connected. “It is hard to know how things could have played out. We can play ‘what if’, but it’s not always a useful exercise. For some it can be more harmful than helpful,” she said, gazing up at him. Currently, he towered over her, but crouched though she was, Hart took up space in this twisted version of a ship’s deck. “It can be a complicated situation when people or a person are placed on a pedestal. It can place them in a position where they are being measured by a standard they will never live up to.”

~Leah Hart, NP

Kreed was silent for a moment and the looked at her, four eyelids blinking in the dim light. “But I wouldn’t be in such a position… on a ‘pedestal’, as you say… had I not lived up to that standard by my actions, correct?” and then his eyes widened… and realization set in. “But it is exactly because I did what I did- even though from my perspective that it is was not above and beyond- and few others have or possible would… that all the fuss is being made? Is that a correct summation, Lieutenant?”

Kreed