Tellarite Traditions

Posted on Mon Nov 19th, 2018 @ 10:50pm by Gunnery Sergeant Flarn
Edited on on Tue Nov 20th, 2018 @ 12:37am

1,011 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Episode 5 - It Would Be Their Pleasure
Location: XO Ready Room
Timeline: MD009 0900 hrs

"Staff Sergeant Flarn, thank you for stopping by, please take a load off and have a seat." Suggested Quinn, hoping the Rifle 1 Team Leader, would comply with his request. Quinn wondered how many marines were on the ship, he thought about that for moment. Then it came back to him. There was only 16 marines. He wondered in that brief moment, what type of Tellarite was Flarn, more traditional, where we needed to practice insulting the Tellarite. Or was more reformed, and less aggressive and less insulting?

Flarn had been on indefinite medical leave after the neural surgery he had the week before. While he was yet clear for duty he was cleared to leave Sick Bay. So he had spent his time rehabilitating and enjoying some of his hobbies. However, all of that had been put on hold when he received a summons from the new XO. He looked at the message on the screen and snorted. Flarn wondered what the hell would the fleet XO want with a grunt. However, Flarn knew that the El T would be upset if he refused the XO's request. So off he went, he wore his civvies as officially he was off duty.

After he was greeted by the XO the Tellarite simple snorted and looked down his nose at the man. "Thank you sir." He said as he sat in the indicated seat.

"Sorry to call you in for this meet and greet. I know you're still trying to recoup. I wanted to take advantage of this down time, and get to know you." Said Quinn, feeling a little guilty that he called him in to do this meet and greet. However for Quinn, this was a perfect opportunity. And rarely did opportunities like this, present themselves.

"I would have expected a Commander in Starfleet to know better than to disturb an injured member of his crew just for a meet and greet. But you are human after all." The backhanded insult was not actually an insult it was simply the way Tellarite's saw the world. "What would you like to know sir?"

Quinn was not sure if it was his tellarite like persona coming out, or if he was being serious. "A file only says so much, let's start with, how you got hurt?" Quinn asked, wondering if there was anything left out of the report. He readjust his position in his chair. This was fifth meeting today, and he was a little antsy in his chair. Next time, schedule a break, he told himself.

"I am no doctor so in truth I do not know. However, what I do know is that somehow in another universe my consciousness was inhabiting another's body. As was the El T's together we managed to survive as gladiatorial combatants and figure out what was happening and how to get home. However, the El T got back and at first I did not. The last thing I remember from that universe is piloting a shuttle to Earth. Upon my arrival there I was challenged by a group of fighters claiming to represent the United Earth Empire. I tried to leave the system yet no matter where I set my course I arrived back at Earth. So left with no other alternative I set a course to ram the fighters. The next thing I knew I was back in my own body as it were. I was sprawled out on a biobed in Sick Bay with the El T, Dr O'Rourke and a holographic projection of woman that I did not know standing over me. O'Rourke informed me that I was in a coma and a surgery was just performed to save my life." Flarn told the story short, sweet and to the point. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to be dismissed from this office. Fleet types always made him antsy to say the very least.

"That definitely sounds like a horrific ordeal, have you thought about reaching out to Lieutenant Zano?" Quinn asked, hoping Flarn would swallow his pride, and be willing to talk to a trained professional, about his feelings. And how he felt trapped. Quinn could only imagine, if it was him. He would have been shaken up by the whole matter.

Flarn snorted at the thought of seeing a counselor. "I have sir and I dismissed it. With all due respect what some of you fleet types find to be horrific we Marines simply say is just another day. In truth I just wish this recuperation was over and I was returned to duty."

"Right now you are on medical leave, but that will not last forever. How are you coping with the psychological aspects of the ordeal you went through?" Asked Quinn, he was a little concerned. Was it pride, that prevented him from talking to the counselor?

"Sir, I appreciate the concern. However, I am fine. What I may do if I can is return to Tellar if I have the time. It will be nice to see the homeworld again. But that may have to wait until the next shore leave." While Flarn understood what the Commander was doing he just wanted to get out of there and return to his quarters. Tellarites were never fond of small talk.

"I'll run your request by the Captain, I can understand your desire to return home. Sometimes the soul needs time to recharge." Said Quinn. As he started to think about going home to Ireland. He decided, when he had free time, he would walk the streets of Dublin in the holodeck.

Flarn squared his jaw and snout resolutely. "Thank you sir."

"I'll be in touch soon." Said Quinn with a warm smile and a handshake, as the scene starts to fade.

A Joint Post By

Commander Quinn Ó Flannagáin
Executive Officer, USS Pioneer

Staff Sergeant Flarn
Rifle Fire Team 1 Leader, USS Pioneer

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