Badge of Discouragement

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Badge of Discouragement

Daise'Maenak Morgana t'Ksa

 

Sitting in the rear of corner of the last craft leaving the planet to return to Talon, the Daise’Maenak sat staring silently either at her hands or the floor decking. This was na normally where the department leader sat, nor was removing herself from the leadership role her normal manner of interaction with the crew. But leeway was given by her team, considering that they observed her working the disaster site with little or no break and thus assumed that the woman was bone weary and needed some time to rest. An erroneous assumption made, but not one t’Ksa was willing to correct at the moment.

 

Other erroneous assumptions revolved around how she’d acquired the nasty emerald green bruise circling her eye swung the gambit from an attempted armed assault by the Othan team leader (rumor had it she’d won and cowed the leader into allowing safe passage for the Talon medical crew) to a fight with the locals over the stolen medical supplies (Jury was still determining that outcome – seeing as the stolen medical supplies had yet to be recovered). t’Ksa had thus far made na attempt to dispel any such rumors, nor correct the factual recording of the incident. That alone did damage of another sort to certain reputations and Morgana was undecided herself as to how to handle her current circumstances.

 

She wove her fingers together, watching the deft graceful maenak’s hands before her twist and turn together, dancing slowly before her eyes. Those hands. t’Ksa had always thought they’d been a gift that while those in the Galae may not have completely appreciated, at least her crew did. A rare maenak that cared, took the time, energy and resources to heal those who would have been written off as a waste by the old guard. Io who thought that if she would take the time to protect those around her from that which would harm them medically, they would do the same for her.

 

Apparently the Daise’Maenak’s assumption has been erroneously as well. Pulling out the rest of the crew and leaving medical to their own devices. They’d left her team vulnerable. Oh so vulnerable. For what? Where the rumors coming from the oira true? Why had they put her team into such jeopardy? She did na understand why.

 

In all the years that Morgana t’Ksa had joked about her line of work, that she should soon consider a safer, more consistent line of work, she’d never meant a word because she’d known that the rest of the Talon crew would back her and her team up. She *knew* it in her heart.

 

Now, na more.

 

So many decisions to mull over. So many paths to explore. So much heartbreak and disappointment to sort through. t’Ksa untangled her fingers and brushed one hand’s finger tips carefully across the tender skin, probing the bruise gently. Her badge of discouragement, a physical reminder of just how desolate she felt.

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Perhaps only text messages home to trMaec for the time being?