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Time to look for the author...***Re: USS Eagle |
Note: This takes place after the sim of 090729
ON
The corridors of the USS Eagle were positively horrendous to make your way through. There were Romulans sitting, standing or laying, everywhere. Still, Dr. Core Fenway made his way through them. The young doctor was amazed as he made his way. Despite the fact these people just lost their homeworld, they did not openly weep. The despair, and fear could be seen on most of their faces, but none of them wept.
Another thing that surprised Core was the lack of animosity amongst the refugees. They all knew they were on a Federation starship, and despite the decades of mistrust between the two powers, there were no angry faces. At least not yet. Core felt it was only a matter of time before the cramped spaces would wear on even the most patient of minds. And he was right.
Dr. Fenway entered the main cargo bay. He started checking through the masses to make certain everyone was as comfortable as possible.
"Where are you taking us," came a raised voice off to Core's left.
"As I stated previously," answered another voice. "I do no know. All I can tell..." The ship shook suddenly, a few startled cries came from all around the bay. Core saw the security officer who had been talking, close his eyes, and wait until the ship stopped shuttering. "... I am sure we are headed to a center where you can be reunited with the other people saved from Romulus."
"ch'Rihan!" the Romulan insisted. "Why do you Fleeters insist on insulting us?"
"I am sure he did not mean to insult you," Core interrupted, trying to calm the situation. "Not many know the proper terminology for your people." He offered a sheepish smile. "We can be smug in our own ignorance that way."
"Ignorance is no excuse," the Romulan barked. "We should just take over this ship, and show YOU what it is like to lose..."
"You will do no such thing," came yet another voice. This one originated from a elderly, and surprisingly small woman. She pushed her way through the people. "These Starfleet officers have risked themselves so that we all could live, and you will respect that! Do I make myself clear?"
"Ie," the Romulan said, very obediently. He seemed to shrink back from her even though he was nearly half a meter taller than her. The woman reached up and touched the man's shoulder. She said something only he could hear. The Romulan nodded and walked away.
"I apologize," the woman said to the security officer and Core.
"Don't worry," Core said taking over the conversation. "You are all under considerable strain, and quite understandably so. I just wish we had a larger ship."
"I think the conditions would be the same," the woman said, knowingly. "You would have picked up that many more refugees."
"You are probably right," Core conceded. "Our captain was not leaving until we had gotten as many as we possibly could."
"We are all in debt to your captain."
Core studied this woman for a moment. He couldn't help but feel he had met her before. That was absurd, because he hadn't met any Romulans at all. This particular woman was clearly one of power. Fenway couldn't help but wonder, though, if she were powerful, as she seemed, why was she not out on an earlier transport? The woman offered Core a smile, and a grandmotherly par on his arm. He watched her, wondering, as she turned away. They young doctor smiled and went about checking on the other refugees.
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Dr. Core Fenway
