Incommunicado – Trills = Mexican
by Commander Richard Dunham & Lieutenant JG Saria Rex
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~AGAIN!~ Exclaimed Rick to himself as he stomped across the hanger bay. Why was security just letting anybody into his hanger bay. First Cardassian ambassadors then unannounced staff.
Now he had noticed the light blue collar of science/medical on a starfleet member of personnel working on a runabout. "Excuse me" said Rick placing a hand on the persons shoulder to turn them around.
Saria turned around swiftly when she felt the hand on her shoulder. "Oh, hey Rick! I was just working on this runabout that was struck in an ion storm." She said, smiling. "But it's good to see you again. What brings you to the hangar?"
"Ok first of all when on deck It's sir. Secondly Its my hanger-bay and third why is a science officer and not one of my boys fixing this thing." He kicked the runabout twice with his foot whilst he crossed his arms defensively.
"Yes, sir." She mumbled. "As I recall, your crew is busy with their fighters. I asked them, but they seemed to have "no time". So I decided to fix this thing up myself. One of my last hosts, Kalan, used to be an Engineer." She said, calibrating some couplings. "It seems you don't like the guests in your hangar, do you, sir?"
"Well lets just say I have been having some trouble with unwanted visitors lately." Passing a glancing eye over the work she was doing he looked in the tool box for the next tool she needed and handed it over; a sonic wrench. "So scientist, engineer...is there anything you can't do?" he said conversationally.
Saria laughed while taking the sonic wrench. "I've always been bad with Tactical. Give me a phaser, a torpedo, or something in that direction, and I'll fix it. But firing it is a whole different story. Same goes for strategy, I'm not an ace on that either." She said, while closing the panel on the side of the runabout.
"I think we should eat something. I've been working on this thing for 6 non-stop hours and I feel like my stomach can take on a Rigelian ox for dinner. How do you feel about that, sir?"
"I think you still have a lot of work to do here Lieutenant" said Rick tapping the hood of the runabout with his fist. "how about you get us some take away and we can eat and work on the job."
Saria smiled. "That would be a great idea, sir!" She said, while getting some tools from her toolbox.
"Ok" said Rick putting his hand in the tool box and passing her the phase relay compensator. "How about you get us some take away and I carry on with this, after all someone in my department has got to help you out"
"Sure" Saria said, standing up, walking to the hangar exit. "Any specials requests, sir?" She asked.
"Surprise me" mumbled Rick as he stuck his head under the raised front hood of the runabout and rolling his sleeves up as he did.
Saria came back, a few minutes after she left. She had two plates with her, filled with food. "I hope you like Mexican food. I often ate it when I lived in New Orleans." She said. She dragged a table and some chairs to the runabout, and covered the table with the two plates.
"Just get yourself whatever you like, sir."
"Not to stereotype" said Rick replacing a power coupling and using the fusion torch to weld it to the correct circuits "But your a trill what were you doing in that neck of the woods?"
"I lived on Earth since my 6th. My father was on the StarFleet Advisory Board and usually not home. So I usually went along with a Human family, which found Mexican food a delicatesse. They usually brought me with them to a restaurant then." Saria said, eating from her burrito wrap. "Oh, and don't forget to calibrate the EPS conduits. They were depolarized when the solar flare struck."
"Ahhhh" said Rick understandingly as he took out a tricorder from his hip holster that hung from his belt. His fingers darted quickly over its controls as he used it to re-calibrate the EPS conduits. "So if you lived on Earth so long, how did you end up a host?"
"My mother used to work at the Symbiosis Commission, it's an organisation that regulates the joining of symbionts. In our society, it's a honor to be joined, and it was my wish as well. After I graduated from StarFleet Academy, I went to Trill for the Symbiosis Test and passed it very well. Then, they chose to join me with Rex. And now, I'm both Saria and Rex." She said. "Although, they never told me about the long and dark past of Rex..."
The last comment she made seemed to Rick not the best thing to follow up on in a conversation as it would probably open a whole 'can of worms' as it were. So he thought it best to move away from the forebodingness of a 'dark past' and talk about something else "Sorry I thought prospective joining candidates had to train for years before they got a host, were you able to get a an 'in' through your mother?"
"A bit, yes. Although, my mother learnt how to handle a symbiont when I was still in StarFleet Academy." Saria said, drinking some Jumja juice. "So, they considered me to be good enough to be joined. The funny thing is, my previous hosts had all a higher rank in StarFleet than that I have right now."
~ Now why did she feel that she had to point that out? ~ Thought Rick to himself. "Don't you think though that only a minor percentage of your cultural society able to join creates a class elitist society?"
Saria looked at Rick, coming closer and looking around to spot any nearby people. "Half of our population is able to join." She whispered. "But there are not enough symbionts available. If they knew on Trill that half of them are suitable to be joined, then chaos would break out."
Rick put his tools down and stopped what he was doing, he was surprised....no shocked that an almost stranger would share such information with him, information that he did not wholly believe. "So I'm right" he immediately said "Let me guess, its the Symbiosis Commission that keeps this information out of the public domain. An elitist group making decisions for the majority....they don't know for fact that there would be rioting for certain, how could they unless they tried to tell people about it.....and you who's mother is on the commission just happens to get one when the majority of the population could get one to....that hardly seems like a fair system." realising he was raising his voice he then said more quietly; "Does the Federation know about this?"
Saria looked pensively. "No. I'm glad they don't, and I'll tell you why. If a virus on Earth would cause a total rampage, would the government tell their citizens that they would be all vurnable and that the scientists can't do anything? No, they most likely would tell that nobody or just a small percentage of the population would be vurnable, otherwise Earth would be a total chaos. And so is it on Trill: Because a lot of Trills would like to be joined, but there are not enough symbionts available, they tell that the chances of being joined would be small, so the population will remain to be calm and have peace, and that is the ultimate goal of the Trill government." She said.
"But I trust you on it that this will stay between us two. If you would tell, then you would risk probably a lot of innocent lives to be lost." She said, smiling in a friendly way.
"Ok what...." said Rick in complete disbelief "So you tell this information to a complete and utter stranger and then burden them with the moral responsibility that if they tell someone, even though its a duty as both a starfleet officer and federation citizen to expose such secrets, people may die......but not only that, you use an analogy which does not really have much standing or context in a 24th century time frame, considering earth is part of the greatest democracy in its recorded history; were in its post scarcity society you have complete and freedom of information....it would be in the best interest of any government to tell its people.....have you considered talking to a counselor?"
Saria smirked. "Just forget what I said. As I told you, when I recieved my symbiont, they didn't tell me it's weak points. Well, I guess you know now that my symbiont "likes" to leak out information. He got it from one of my previous hosts, which tried to bring this to the people of Trill as well. Nobody believed it, not even the government of Trill itself." Saria said, picking up a dualitic inverter and shove herself under the shuttle's hull.
"But I might consider talking to a counselor, yes."
Rick stood their his face still bewildered and confused as it was moments ago. "So now your saying that one of your hosts is a known irresponsible blather mouth leak, who tells people random things and starfleet still has not flagged you as a security risk?"
"Exactly. One of my previous hosts was even worser than that, but Starfleet has giving me instructions and counseling on how to deal with it. They gave me a chance, and so they did to the previous hosts. I know how to deal with it, but sometimes, the symbiont is a bit overwhelming." Saria said, removing the panel.
~ Glad your someone else's problem ~ thought Rick to himself. "Well if that's the case Lieutenant maybe you should ask before you going repairing ships that have nothing to do with the remit of the science department and give some serious thought to continue your counselling here on deep space five."
"Yes, sir." Saria said, while re-aligning the warp couplings under the shuttle. "It's just... just that I want to confess these things sometimes to people, because I'm not too keen on Counselors. I don't know why, but it seems like they almost look inside you. I don't really like that."
"That's kind of their job Lieutenant" said Rick with a slight roll of his eyes, though he was glad she could not see the action from her position under the runabout. "If you want to confess something talk to a priest. " He was not sure if should would get that second reference as it was to an old Earth religion.
"I know it is, sir. But somehow... I see it as a phobia. You know, like people that have a phobia for the dentist or the psychiatrist... I have that with counselors." She said, on a low tone.
Rick sighed a little, he was beginning to feel sorry for this one. "Ok you want a little advice on this? Get your self up to the box of delights chat to the landlord she will sort you out with some advice, or at least some drinks and a sympathetic ear its eaither that or get yourself a boyfriend."
Saria slipped under the shuttle away, looking at Rick. "Thanks, sir." She said, putting up a little smile on het face. She closed the panel under the shuttle and stood up.
"The shuttle is "airborne" again, sir. Again, thanks, but sorry I had to bother you with it."
"Thank you Lieutenant. That is fine, lets just make sure it does not happen again please" he said it politely, but there was no hiding the warning.
OFF:
CAG Squadron Leader
Lieutenant Commander Richard Dunham
&
Assistant Chief Science Officer
Lieutenant JG Saria Rex
by Commander Richard Dunham & Lieutenant JG Saria Rex
Post Details
| Title | Trills = Mexican | |
| Mission | Incommunicado | |
| Author(s) | Commander Richard Dunham & Lieutenant JG Saria Rex | |
| Posted | Mon Jul 02, 2012 @ 6:20pm | |
| Location | 'The Barn' (Fighter Command) | |
| Timeline | SD58, 08.39 hours |
~AGAIN!~ Exclaimed Rick to himself as he stomped across the hanger bay. Why was security just letting anybody into his hanger bay. First Cardassian ambassadors then unannounced staff.
Now he had noticed the light blue collar of science/medical on a starfleet member of personnel working on a runabout. "Excuse me" said Rick placing a hand on the persons shoulder to turn them around.
Saria turned around swiftly when she felt the hand on her shoulder. "Oh, hey Rick! I was just working on this runabout that was struck in an ion storm." She said, smiling. "But it's good to see you again. What brings you to the hangar?"
"Ok first of all when on deck It's sir. Secondly Its my hanger-bay and third why is a science officer and not one of my boys fixing this thing." He kicked the runabout twice with his foot whilst he crossed his arms defensively.
"Yes, sir." She mumbled. "As I recall, your crew is busy with their fighters. I asked them, but they seemed to have "no time". So I decided to fix this thing up myself. One of my last hosts, Kalan, used to be an Engineer." She said, calibrating some couplings. "It seems you don't like the guests in your hangar, do you, sir?"
"Well lets just say I have been having some trouble with unwanted visitors lately." Passing a glancing eye over the work she was doing he looked in the tool box for the next tool she needed and handed it over; a sonic wrench. "So scientist, engineer...is there anything you can't do?" he said conversationally.
Saria laughed while taking the sonic wrench. "I've always been bad with Tactical. Give me a phaser, a torpedo, or something in that direction, and I'll fix it. But firing it is a whole different story. Same goes for strategy, I'm not an ace on that either." She said, while closing the panel on the side of the runabout.
"I think we should eat something. I've been working on this thing for 6 non-stop hours and I feel like my stomach can take on a Rigelian ox for dinner. How do you feel about that, sir?"
"I think you still have a lot of work to do here Lieutenant" said Rick tapping the hood of the runabout with his fist. "how about you get us some take away and we can eat and work on the job."
Saria smiled. "That would be a great idea, sir!" She said, while getting some tools from her toolbox.
"Ok" said Rick putting his hand in the tool box and passing her the phase relay compensator. "How about you get us some take away and I carry on with this, after all someone in my department has got to help you out"
"Sure" Saria said, standing up, walking to the hangar exit. "Any specials requests, sir?" She asked.
"Surprise me" mumbled Rick as he stuck his head under the raised front hood of the runabout and rolling his sleeves up as he did.
Saria came back, a few minutes after she left. She had two plates with her, filled with food. "I hope you like Mexican food. I often ate it when I lived in New Orleans." She said. She dragged a table and some chairs to the runabout, and covered the table with the two plates.
"Just get yourself whatever you like, sir."
"Not to stereotype" said Rick replacing a power coupling and using the fusion torch to weld it to the correct circuits "But your a trill what were you doing in that neck of the woods?"
"I lived on Earth since my 6th. My father was on the StarFleet Advisory Board and usually not home. So I usually went along with a Human family, which found Mexican food a delicatesse. They usually brought me with them to a restaurant then." Saria said, eating from her burrito wrap. "Oh, and don't forget to calibrate the EPS conduits. They were depolarized when the solar flare struck."
"Ahhhh" said Rick understandingly as he took out a tricorder from his hip holster that hung from his belt. His fingers darted quickly over its controls as he used it to re-calibrate the EPS conduits. "So if you lived on Earth so long, how did you end up a host?"
"My mother used to work at the Symbiosis Commission, it's an organisation that regulates the joining of symbionts. In our society, it's a honor to be joined, and it was my wish as well. After I graduated from StarFleet Academy, I went to Trill for the Symbiosis Test and passed it very well. Then, they chose to join me with Rex. And now, I'm both Saria and Rex." She said. "Although, they never told me about the long and dark past of Rex..."
The last comment she made seemed to Rick not the best thing to follow up on in a conversation as it would probably open a whole 'can of worms' as it were. So he thought it best to move away from the forebodingness of a 'dark past' and talk about something else "Sorry I thought prospective joining candidates had to train for years before they got a host, were you able to get a an 'in' through your mother?"
"A bit, yes. Although, my mother learnt how to handle a symbiont when I was still in StarFleet Academy." Saria said, drinking some Jumja juice. "So, they considered me to be good enough to be joined. The funny thing is, my previous hosts had all a higher rank in StarFleet than that I have right now."
~ Now why did she feel that she had to point that out? ~ Thought Rick to himself. "Don't you think though that only a minor percentage of your cultural society able to join creates a class elitist society?"
Saria looked at Rick, coming closer and looking around to spot any nearby people. "Half of our population is able to join." She whispered. "But there are not enough symbionts available. If they knew on Trill that half of them are suitable to be joined, then chaos would break out."
Rick put his tools down and stopped what he was doing, he was surprised....no shocked that an almost stranger would share such information with him, information that he did not wholly believe. "So I'm right" he immediately said "Let me guess, its the Symbiosis Commission that keeps this information out of the public domain. An elitist group making decisions for the majority....they don't know for fact that there would be rioting for certain, how could they unless they tried to tell people about it.....and you who's mother is on the commission just happens to get one when the majority of the population could get one to....that hardly seems like a fair system." realising he was raising his voice he then said more quietly; "Does the Federation know about this?"
Saria looked pensively. "No. I'm glad they don't, and I'll tell you why. If a virus on Earth would cause a total rampage, would the government tell their citizens that they would be all vurnable and that the scientists can't do anything? No, they most likely would tell that nobody or just a small percentage of the population would be vurnable, otherwise Earth would be a total chaos. And so is it on Trill: Because a lot of Trills would like to be joined, but there are not enough symbionts available, they tell that the chances of being joined would be small, so the population will remain to be calm and have peace, and that is the ultimate goal of the Trill government." She said.
"But I trust you on it that this will stay between us two. If you would tell, then you would risk probably a lot of innocent lives to be lost." She said, smiling in a friendly way.
"Ok what...." said Rick in complete disbelief "So you tell this information to a complete and utter stranger and then burden them with the moral responsibility that if they tell someone, even though its a duty as both a starfleet officer and federation citizen to expose such secrets, people may die......but not only that, you use an analogy which does not really have much standing or context in a 24th century time frame, considering earth is part of the greatest democracy in its recorded history; were in its post scarcity society you have complete and freedom of information....it would be in the best interest of any government to tell its people.....have you considered talking to a counselor?"
Saria smirked. "Just forget what I said. As I told you, when I recieved my symbiont, they didn't tell me it's weak points. Well, I guess you know now that my symbiont "likes" to leak out information. He got it from one of my previous hosts, which tried to bring this to the people of Trill as well. Nobody believed it, not even the government of Trill itself." Saria said, picking up a dualitic inverter and shove herself under the shuttle's hull.
"But I might consider talking to a counselor, yes."
Rick stood their his face still bewildered and confused as it was moments ago. "So now your saying that one of your hosts is a known irresponsible blather mouth leak, who tells people random things and starfleet still has not flagged you as a security risk?"
"Exactly. One of my previous hosts was even worser than that, but Starfleet has giving me instructions and counseling on how to deal with it. They gave me a chance, and so they did to the previous hosts. I know how to deal with it, but sometimes, the symbiont is a bit overwhelming." Saria said, removing the panel.
~ Glad your someone else's problem ~ thought Rick to himself. "Well if that's the case Lieutenant maybe you should ask before you going repairing ships that have nothing to do with the remit of the science department and give some serious thought to continue your counselling here on deep space five."
"Yes, sir." Saria said, while re-aligning the warp couplings under the shuttle. "It's just... just that I want to confess these things sometimes to people, because I'm not too keen on Counselors. I don't know why, but it seems like they almost look inside you. I don't really like that."
"That's kind of their job Lieutenant" said Rick with a slight roll of his eyes, though he was glad she could not see the action from her position under the runabout. "If you want to confess something talk to a priest. " He was not sure if should would get that second reference as it was to an old Earth religion.
"I know it is, sir. But somehow... I see it as a phobia. You know, like people that have a phobia for the dentist or the psychiatrist... I have that with counselors." She said, on a low tone.
Rick sighed a little, he was beginning to feel sorry for this one. "Ok you want a little advice on this? Get your self up to the box of delights chat to the landlord she will sort you out with some advice, or at least some drinks and a sympathetic ear its eaither that or get yourself a boyfriend."
Saria slipped under the shuttle away, looking at Rick. "Thanks, sir." She said, putting up a little smile on het face. She closed the panel under the shuttle and stood up.
"The shuttle is "airborne" again, sir. Again, thanks, but sorry I had to bother you with it."
"Thank you Lieutenant. That is fine, lets just make sure it does not happen again please" he said it politely, but there was no hiding the warning.
OFF:
CAG Squadron Leader
Lieutenant Commander Richard Dunham
&
Assistant Chief Science Officer
Lieutenant JG Saria Rex