A Farron Log: "Actions"

[Christie Farron 0]

Lieutenant, Junior Grade, Christina Farron

Exobiology & Neurology Specialist

USS Manticore    NCC-5852

 

 

Finally getting a moment of peace, Christie picked up a PADD.

 

"No messages may be sent outside of the USS Manticore and this spacedock. To send subspace messages, consult your superior officer," replied the PADD. Christie knew that she would get the error, but decided to try anyway. She really wasn't getting along with too many people on board the ship, and she wanted to contact a friend or two. But, she also knew this was impossible.

 

Farron shrugged. "One of the bad things of pretending to not exist," she said to herself, and gave a small smile. Sure, she missed home, but she was having fun. There were no limits to a ship that really didn't exist, she thought. That's why the Black Ops was so intriguing to her.

 

But, she was having problems. One of the biggest being with an important superior officer, Lieutenant Commander Garnoopy. On both occasions that they had talked, and argument had erupted. The last time they talked, which was in Sickbay, had been a bad argument. But, Farron knew that she had done what was expected of her. She was trying to save lives, and the Chief Engineer was trying to give her an Academy lesson about the Chain of Command... which was something that she had experienced more than once by several other officers. That was one of Christie's flaws. When she was done speaking to anyone (including a superior officer), she was done... and she didn't want the conversation to continue.

 

Oh well, she thought. She was just doing her job.

 

As Christie stood up again, and began to walk around Sickbay, she began thinking about what the devil had happened aboard that Romulan ship. Many of the Manticore's top officers were incredibly injured, which wasn't to be expected. In all of her classes on Bajor, she was taught to torture the young officers, who were new and scared. They would, in most cases, be the first to 'crack' under the pressure and pain. But, this seemed to not be the case.

 

Farron could not understand why Lieutenant Commander Rogét and Commander Farrington were the two most-injured officers from the Manticore. They had vast knowledge of the ship, but would almost certainly die before they would give valuable information to the Manticore.

 

"But it wasn't information the Romulans wanted," Christie mumbled to herself, "because they had plenty of information from the Consul General." She would probably never know why the Romulans had attacked in the first place. Of course, the Manticore had provoked them, while searching for the former Consul General Melville.

 

Who knows, she thought.... Who cares? It wasn't like there was anything to do about it now. It was over.

 

Christie went to a cabinet, and pulled out a hypo to inject the routine medication for several crewman. Manticore's Sickbay was beginning to get empty again, with people even beginning to return to duty.

 

"Good luck," she said, and returned to checking on patients.