Posted by Lieutenant Tandra Mika (Counselor) in Starfleet Complex- Rewriting Narratives

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Starfleet Complex- Rewriting Narratives

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She shifted her gaze away again, seeking something that would help her understand how to make sense of all these bits and pieces. Her hands returned to her lap and Eela sighed. Maybe she was making a big deal of nothing. Maybe it was just a bad situation. Period.

But why was she left the one ripped apart? She didn’t know how Cory was handling things right now aside from what she could glean from their call when their decree was issued. He seemed… okay? Like he knew it was the right path too. She hadn’t expected that shift in him. Hell, even their conversation the day Roger came to see her about a job opportunity (one she now currently held) had still been tense and full of needless barbs.

Except she thought about that list of false beliefs and how gutted she had felt sitting at her desk in her beautiful office. She, a woman of power and responsibility had felt like curling into a ball. They were just words, right? But they had had such a power over her and she was struggling to understand why.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

Mika sat quietly for a while, allowing Dasca to think and stew on her own. It was, as Mika had discovered when she took her first CNS posting, a part of the job to sit quietly and let someone think. After all, what point was introspection if one did not allow time to, well, introspect? At last she spoke, politely and softly, “It will take time to sort through everything. There are a lot of complicated emotions at play and giving yourself time to feel them and think about them can only help.”

~ Mika, CNS

“Well that is how I ended up in this office,” Eela said dryly. She blew out a breath. “I can do introspection just fine. I did that and now I’m trying to figure out what to do with the direction it all leads me.”

She tipped her head back for a moment before gazing at Tandra again. “When I was in the Corps, I went on a lot of different assignments. Some of them were difficult. One in particular… it gutted me,” she said quietly. “I witnessed a group of people die and it shook me up a lot. So much so that I couldn’t go another assignment for awhile. I had to go back to counselling and I was no longer angry. Instead I either couldn’t feel anything or I felt despair. But I didn’t know how to talk to Cory about any of it. When we were around each other, all I felt was disappointment from him. Frustration. I wasn’t the same woman he remembered, that he fell in love with. So during this time I kept it to myself. And that seemed to make it even worse between us. So I went back to work, just to give us space. I wasn’t ready though, but it was another one of those best of bad options you spoke of. I kept wanting him to be my partner and he disappeared. The problem is that I’m not sure exactly when that was. Was it just because of the accident, or were there signs before then that we both missed?”

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.