Very short chapter before the start of phase three which is all written ou,
I just need to find the time to type it up.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. Please don't sue me.
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A large portion of the crew were crammed into the mess hall and those that could not be present were listening to the service on the com. channel.
Kathryn Janeway stood in full dress uniform.
I feel like I should be wearing black like a grieving widow.
It was two days after the attack but it felt like forever. She felt lost and was running completely on autopilot, barely eating or sleeping and desperately trying to avoid thinking about the month old foetus growing inside her. But her hand still drifted absently to her abdomen.
"Ensign Harry Kim," she began, her voice flat and emotionless, "he came to us fresh out of the academy. He proved his worth on many occasions and he became a friend."
She was trying to keep her speech as brief as possible so she could make it through without breaking down.
"Ensign Cassandra Davis was a brilliant young engineer, I didn't know her as well as I should have but her work showed she was determined and talented."
Kathryn took a deep breath before starting the hardest part.
"Commander Chakotay," she paused, her voice dropping to just above a whisper, "Chakotay was a fine first officer, he knew when to stand down, when to hold his ground and when to keep fighting even in the face of death."
That was all she could manage, a tear ran down her cheek as she tried desperately to control her emotions. She felt a hand on her shoulder.
Chakotay?
It was Tuvok. He understood a lot about emotions, for a Vulcan.
"They were fine officers, a great loss... to us all," she finished.
I need to get out.
She felt suddenly sick and couldn't stay there. Quickly she turned on her heel and walked out of the mess hall, managing to reach the deserted corridors before she broke down in tears.
I don't know why I'm hiding this from them; they're going to find out.
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Review it.
Please.
Please.
Please.
Any review is a good review.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. Please don't sue me.
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A large portion of the crew were crammed into the mess hall and those that could not be present were listening to the service on the com. channel.
Kathryn Janeway stood in full dress uniform.
I feel like I should be wearing black like a grieving widow.
It was two days after the attack but it felt like forever. She felt lost and was running completely on autopilot, barely eating or sleeping and desperately trying to avoid thinking about the month old foetus growing inside her. But her hand still drifted absently to her abdomen.
"Ensign Harry Kim," she began, her voice flat and emotionless, "he came to us fresh out of the academy. He proved his worth on many occasions and he became a friend."
She was trying to keep her speech as brief as possible so she could make it through without breaking down.
"Ensign Cassandra Davis was a brilliant young engineer, I didn't know her as well as I should have but her work showed she was determined and talented."
Kathryn took a deep breath before starting the hardest part.
"Commander Chakotay," she paused, her voice dropping to just above a whisper, "Chakotay was a fine first officer, he knew when to stand down, when to hold his ground and when to keep fighting even in the face of death."
That was all she could manage, a tear ran down her cheek as she tried desperately to control her emotions. She felt a hand on her shoulder.
Chakotay?
It was Tuvok. He understood a lot about emotions, for a Vulcan.
"They were fine officers, a great loss... to us all," she finished.
I need to get out.
She felt suddenly sick and couldn't stay there. Quickly she turned on her heel and walked out of the mess hall, managing to reach the deserted corridors before she broke down in tears.
I don't know why I'm hiding this from them; they're going to find out.
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Review it.
Please.
Please.
Please.
Any review is a good review.