Yesterday, 10:09 PM
(This post was last modified: Yesterday, 10:13 PM by Mara Calleja.
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"And if they want to go with your solution then I'll be there for them as well."
There was a trace of bitterness to the wry smile that curled Mara’s lips at Robin’s words.
“My solution purely ‘cause I’m the only one that can offer it with a straight face, or carry it out and still sleep at night,” she replied evenly. “There’s times I wish that wasn’t the case, but here I am.”
The Security Chief’s earpiece chimed faintly.
[Miller to Calleja, we've found the base records thanks to the clones keeping them up to date. Turns out they've been running things ever since they woke up about ten years ago, due to a failing cryofreeze. This confirms that there's been no recent Dominion activity, as they abandoned this place and never came back. The Klingons turned up six months ago, realised what they had stumbled on, and tried to force the clones to fix the equipment, stripping and selling what they could. Without the food supplements that the clones needed to continue, and the Klingons, not caring, they started to pull their assets out of here, which is lucky for us, as some of them stayed behind to try and get the base functional again, but with no success.]
Aeryn paused for a moment to let Mara catch up.
[We'll download everything that we've found, but wanted to let you know first.]
“Thanks Aer… Commander Miller,” Mara replied, catching her own slip back into informality. “That’s a lot to take in. I’m gonna have to kick this upstairs, assumin’ Artemis has already junked that Klingon ship. We got survivors here, but as you say, there’s somethin’ terminally wrong with them. We gotta figure out what to do. Speak soon.”
Broad shoulders rose and fell as Calleja tried to process all the information.
“That was the other team. No Dominion activity at all. They shut this place down years ago, haven’t been seen since. Not that that makes our decision on the survivors any easier,” she said, catching Robin up on the conversation. “Our new friends out there had a little colony goin’ until the Klingons turned up a few months ago and started to loot the place out from under them.”
She shook her head and sighed.
“Those are clones of some of the biggest villains of the Dominion war, but I can’t shake the feelin’ that they’re the victims here. A real banner day for irony.”
There was a moment’s silence as she worked out her way forward.
“Can you do the exercise for me,” Mara asked the CMO. “Don’t give any orders yet, I gotta speak to the Captain. But if we were to lay on our best impression of palliative care, what does that look like? How much gear have we got to bring down, what’s the minimum number of crew needed to set it up, how long do you think it’ll have to run for?”
In a show of unusual tact, the Bandaran left the question of the clones’ life expectancy unspoken as she went to her comm.
“Calleja to Crawford. We’ve got some answers,” the Security Chief said. “I’m cuttin’ a long story short but there’s definitely no Dominion activity here. This place was abandoned after the war. Klingons only got here a few months ago. Garrison are dead but we have got survivors, and they’re in a real bad way. Mayfair says it’s terminal, like they’re missin’ somethin’ they need to survive. There’s nothin’ we can do to save them. Our choices are either leave equipment and some medication to make what’s left of their lives as comfortable as we can, or offer them mercy. You can guess which was Robin’s suggestion and which was mine.”
She left a pause before continuing, regretting the crass attempt at humour.
“Do you have orders for us, or should we see what the survivors want to do and go ahead on that basis? I’ve not put either option to them yet. Mayfair’s doin’ the exercise now on what we’d have to drop for the palliative option.”
Mara left the line open as she looked across at Robin.
== Back atcha. Apologies for the delay. Life sucks. ==
There was a trace of bitterness to the wry smile that curled Mara’s lips at Robin’s words.
“My solution purely ‘cause I’m the only one that can offer it with a straight face, or carry it out and still sleep at night,” she replied evenly. “There’s times I wish that wasn’t the case, but here I am.”
The Security Chief’s earpiece chimed faintly.
[Miller to Calleja, we've found the base records thanks to the clones keeping them up to date. Turns out they've been running things ever since they woke up about ten years ago, due to a failing cryofreeze. This confirms that there's been no recent Dominion activity, as they abandoned this place and never came back. The Klingons turned up six months ago, realised what they had stumbled on, and tried to force the clones to fix the equipment, stripping and selling what they could. Without the food supplements that the clones needed to continue, and the Klingons, not caring, they started to pull their assets out of here, which is lucky for us, as some of them stayed behind to try and get the base functional again, but with no success.]
Aeryn paused for a moment to let Mara catch up.
[We'll download everything that we've found, but wanted to let you know first.]
“Thanks Aer… Commander Miller,” Mara replied, catching her own slip back into informality. “That’s a lot to take in. I’m gonna have to kick this upstairs, assumin’ Artemis has already junked that Klingon ship. We got survivors here, but as you say, there’s somethin’ terminally wrong with them. We gotta figure out what to do. Speak soon.”
Broad shoulders rose and fell as Calleja tried to process all the information.
“That was the other team. No Dominion activity at all. They shut this place down years ago, haven’t been seen since. Not that that makes our decision on the survivors any easier,” she said, catching Robin up on the conversation. “Our new friends out there had a little colony goin’ until the Klingons turned up a few months ago and started to loot the place out from under them.”
She shook her head and sighed.
“Those are clones of some of the biggest villains of the Dominion war, but I can’t shake the feelin’ that they’re the victims here. A real banner day for irony.”
There was a moment’s silence as she worked out her way forward.
“Can you do the exercise for me,” Mara asked the CMO. “Don’t give any orders yet, I gotta speak to the Captain. But if we were to lay on our best impression of palliative care, what does that look like? How much gear have we got to bring down, what’s the minimum number of crew needed to set it up, how long do you think it’ll have to run for?”
In a show of unusual tact, the Bandaran left the question of the clones’ life expectancy unspoken as she went to her comm.
“Calleja to Crawford. We’ve got some answers,” the Security Chief said. “I’m cuttin’ a long story short but there’s definitely no Dominion activity here. This place was abandoned after the war. Klingons only got here a few months ago. Garrison are dead but we have got survivors, and they’re in a real bad way. Mayfair says it’s terminal, like they’re missin’ somethin’ they need to survive. There’s nothin’ we can do to save them. Our choices are either leave equipment and some medication to make what’s left of their lives as comfortable as we can, or offer them mercy. You can guess which was Robin’s suggestion and which was mine.”
She left a pause before continuing, regretting the crass attempt at humour.
“Do you have orders for us, or should we see what the survivors want to do and go ahead on that basis? I’ve not put either option to them yet. Mayfair’s doin’ the exercise now on what we’d have to drop for the palliative option.”
Mara left the line open as she looked across at Robin.
== Back atcha. Apologies for the delay. Life sucks. ==