Log #2!

[ScottSabourin 0]

“Speak when you are angry--and you will make the best speech you'll ever regret.”

- Laurence J. Peter (1919 - 1988)

 

 

Neok’el sat in the Observation Lounge… on edge. Not quite knowing what would come next. Neok’el took a drink from his cup, ‘Travis was right, this is good coffee,’ he thought to himself. In the breaks where there was no one talking, Neok’el would try to sort through the empathic feelings he was getting. There was a certain engineer who, amongst other common feelings of stress and anger, felt quite upset with himself, obviously over his error; and there was an ex-temp first officer who was so tired and exhausted he couldn’t care less about what he had done. But when he slammed down his badge, and pips, he wasn’t bluffing; and he was not trying to make someone feel bad. There was extreme relief the second the small circles hit the table… was he glad to be leaving StarFleet? And there was also hate. It wasn’t clear what the hate was at, but Neok’el had a pretty good idea. It would make sense that the anger was at the man screaming at him and throwing coffee cups. But Neok’el wasn’t quite sure what the commander was feeling. It was apparent that he was insane and drunk on anger, but that was determined by his… physical appearance. But Neok’el was having trouble with Ridire; it was like there was some sort of mental block…

Neok’el made a note in his mind to talk to the commander about this later, after he had cooled down. But for now, all he could do was sit there, sort emotions, and drink some darned good coffee with all the other shocked, eager, anxious and taken aback officers in the Observation Lounge.

Edited August 14, 2004 by ScottSabourin