"Hypocrite"

[LeftEar JoNs 0]

09.01.08

USS Excalibur NCC-2004 C

“Hypocrite”

 

“You, my dear Commander JoNs, are a hypocrite.” The muttered statement was low and held the purred rumbling undertone of self rebuke. She gently placed her left paw on a section of her right arm that was particularly tender after her little excursion this morning and rubbed at it, trying to soothe the sting.

 

Left Ear JoNs was again lying flat on her back on her assigned bio bed with a damp cloth over her eyes and an intravenous attachment sensor affixed to her arm that monitored her condition. She had pulled some rank, gone to the bridge to check in on the general situation as the crew prepared to either breach the planetary base or start negotiations with the Wort, the leader of the Boganary clan that had taken baby Julie Zier and brought her to this Thicket planet. JoNs was being nosy, just like a regular cat if she really wanted to admit it, and gone to the bridge. And, as a result of the minor escapade she had almost ended up flat on her butt right there on the bridge when the first wave of mild dizziness hit. How many times over the years had she lambasted a crew person or junior for not following regulations to the letter? How many disciplinary reports had she typed up when one of the security officers in her squad or under her command had committed some sort of infraction? There really had not been many incidents that required her to take this sort of action, but there had been enough incidents where she was able to recognize the difference between an honest mistake and willful defiance.

 

She had done the full on defiance act and bolted from the medical bay. Twice. And she was the Executive Officer. This was not a very good example to set, no it was not.

 

The fact of the matter was that Left Ear had never been this badly injured before, let alone requiring this amount of recovery time. It was hard for the normally rough and ready feline to be this cowed, or rather, to feel this out of touch with her duties. Security officers always had to be on alert twenty four seven for any sort of potential threat, and obviously the former Caitian security grunt turned XO was having a rough time reconciling that long established conditioning with her current recovery time.

 

It was still no excuse to be a jackass and flaunt your authority and run off when you were still half sick though.

 

All in all, it was a hard learned lesson; she had gotten woozy on the bridge and been forced to ‘retreat’ back to the sickbay The feline exec could also tell that she had royally ticked off Doctor Patterson (fear the six foot, half Klingon medical doctor who has access to the enemas, totally), and would no doubt catch hell from CMO Rue Wydown at the very least for this latest shenanigan.

 

What are you JoNs? A first orbit space cadet? Buck it up, and get a smart notion for a change, and finish your healing process. Stop acting like an idiot. You know better, and you need to start using your common sense again. Do you want to further injure yourself, maybe to the point that your right shoulder or arm or what have you are forever compromised? Would you be happy with a medical discharge from the Fleet because of your own stupidity? Didn’t think so.