Thoughts on Corianis

[H'Rasha Trenral 0]

Humans have a saying... well, they have a lot of those but one in particular H'Rasha has always found accurate: "There's a first time for everything." In this case she wished that it wasn't true. For the first time, the Caitian doctor wasn't proud to be wearing the Starfleet uniform, and also for the first time she had people hating her just because she was wearing it.

 

She walked the streets for a while, finally separating from the dynamic duo of Caine and Matthews to stop in at the hospital. Wanting only to check in on the people who'd been hurt during the ruckus at the conference center, she was immediately greeted with a sneer, fobbed off on the Administrator and treated like an Imperial Goon. She was sure in another universe she would have enjoyed the feeling immensely, but not in this one. The very first patient she'd gone in to see had called her, in a weak but determined voice, a number of names that were not generally reserved for polite company. He'd also hocked out an impressive wad of phlegm that had fallen at her feet before lapsing into a fit of violent coughing.

 

She was a doctor, damn it, not a member of the Inquisition. Even as utterly stupid as she found their methods she respected their right to protest the actions and cared enough to wish them speedy recoveries. Yet as long as she was wearing the Starfleet uniform on Corianis she was seen as an enemy, and a dirty one at that. That rankled, and it was lucky for Starfleet Command and the Federation Council that Corianis was so far away, otherwise she'd march straight to them and give them a piece of her mind and a good cuff to the head.

 

Wearily she finished the check-in at the hospital, her ears sorely abused by the end. Between the inventive invectives delivered by the patients and the variety of disrespects offered by the staff she was surprised as she passed out of the mirrored lobby that she hadn't grown horns and been slavering at the mouth. H'Rasha figured if she was going to be treated like a monster she should at least look the part. With a sigh, she hopped up on a wall in the parking area and sat there, her tail whipping around behind her as she looked over what she could see of the city.

 

Empty save for local police, Starfleet Security and Marines, and the occasional pair of medicos in blue, the city seemed to have died, the occasional patrol like flies on the carcass. A preternatural stillness hung over the air, yet the Caitian's predatory senses could sense a tingling laced through it. Even after the reinforcements arrived this would not be a done deal, and she hoped the locals didn't give up their fight. The thought of the population being pacified and broken was too hurtful to H'Rasha's soul.

 

This wasn't the Federation she'd grown up adoring, not the Federation she'd sworn to serve.