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[Sendai Riko 0]

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LtJG Sendai Riko

 

Riko decided, upon a sudden epiphany of thought, that this entire situation was completely pointless. They'd already discovered the cause of the virus, and gained reams of information on how it was created and propagated, which he had dutifully forwarded to the ship. If they were going to do anything about it, wandering around dealing with a power-hungry bureaucrat, worn out doctors being stymied by said bureaucrat, and cautious locals was definitely not the solution. Not that he thought that they should do anything about it, anyway. Not that he had any say in the matter, of course.

 

Thoughts about the Prime Directive, Starfleet ideals, and not to mention common sense, all pointed to the figurative "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging on the doorknob of this planet. Since boarding the Qob, those things haven't come into play very often, a byproduct of working with those of the ridged foreheads, he supposed. So why, he wondered, would now of all times be the time to start? Riko figured the Prohpets would come down and take a stroll on Bajor before the Qob and its crazy Klingon crew would make any sense to him.

 

Thankfully, with K'Walus and TroNoQ being on the team with him, he was by far the junior officer, and had already willingly thrust the reigns into K'Walus' hands. He'd now stand back and let things fall where they may, doing whatever menial tasks that he was ordered to do, and no more. Whatever spark, already fading, he had previously shown had been smothered the moment he had met the smarmy bureaucrat. He still wasn't over the ordeal of the alternate universe, and this was hardly his idea of recuperation. The locals be damned, he was tired, and just wanted to return to the Qob, find a hole to hide in, and gather himself.