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Aug. 15th, 2006 01:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
commotiocordisI get way too excited about backstory.
I've got lots bits of it written out already for my Star Fleet character. The one that I finished just now is longer than most of my fanfiction stories. I'm probably going to use it for my first post, but the problem is that it's two pages long and nobody wants to read that much.
(Things are subject to change at any time, however, depending on whether I like this tomorrow. Also, to understand a few references in here, you need to know that she was discovered by Starfleet Intelligence in medical school because she could lie well enough to fool most empaths. She has an experimental implant in her brain that amplifies that ability, making her able to block out low to medium skilled telepaths also.)
Admiral Nechayev opened the door to her office, ushering Lilith in. “Sit down, Ensign,” she said, closing the door behind them and taking her place behind her desk. Lilith did so, looking up expectantly. “You know, I assume, why I asked you to return.”
“The boy,” she said simply.
“Yes. They figured out you weren’t just there to practice medicine.”
Lilith looked at her incredulously. “They figured that out when I started patching up the syndicate’s officers voluntarily!”
Nechayev narrowed her eyes at the ensign’s slightly raised voice, but continued. “I’m assigning you to a starship.”
Lilith blinked. That was not what she had been expecting. “I’m leaving SI?”
“I’m not trying to force you out, O’Neil. It’s not safe for you. Not until the situation calms down,” Alynna said.
“It’s a crime syndicate! It’s the bloody mafia! It’s not like I pissed off the Romulan consulate!” O’Neil caught herself, took a breath, and continued more calmly. “You can’t just station me somewhere else? Nerrick can’t be the only place you need operatives.” The agent was frustrated.
The admiral took a deep breath. “I want you on this ship,” she said slowly. “I want you promoted, and I want you to stay out of harm’s way until things cool down because I want you back working for me. My people tell me that there’s a massive underground manhunt going on for you right now on Nerrick that looks to be spreading to the surrounding worlds. They work with the Orions, you told me this yourself. And the Orions work with everyone. They’ll be looking for you all over the quadrant before long.”
“Permission to speak freely, sir?” Lilith asked, biting her lip slightly. Alynna nodded, but the glint in her eye told the officer to watch it. “I think you’re making a mistake. And I think you’re just worried about losing this,” Lilith accused, gesturing to her head. “How much research money did you put into this chunk of metal?”
Admiral Nechayev looked deadly, but then chuckled to herself. “I don’t think I’ve ever had an ensign argue with me as much as you.”
O’Neil looked up hopefully. “Did it work?”
“No.”
“Damn.”
“Lilith.” The admiral paused, as if determining how much she was able to tell the agent. “Your. . . assets make you a very desirable operative. I can’t take the chance that we’ll lose you to this when SI needs you for other operations than just intelligence collecting.”
She looked down at her lap before bringing her eyes back up to the admiral’s. “Yes sir.”
“You still work for me. I’m monitoring the situation on Nerrick. You’ll be far enough away from there that if I really need you, I can still send you someplace. But I want you to lie low. Get promoted. God knows you’ve been an ensign long enough. I can’t bump you up through SI, and you haven’t had sickbay experience on a starship since that mission to Anaya 3.
“He blew your cover, Ensign. They haven’t identified you yet, but you can’t go back anywhere near there.”
O’Neil nodded, resigned to starship sickbay duty. She had known that there was no way that she was getting out of it from the beginning, but too long as an independently working operative had made her somewhat lax in regards to authority. Also, some part of her figured that if she put up a good argument, maybe she’d be back on SI duty a little quicker.
Still, she had one more point to make. “Respectfully, ma’am, he was your operative.”
Nechayev paused, recalling a point earlier in their conversation. She then flipped open the cover of one of the two folders on her desk. She glanced at it, and then checked the other, confirming what she had thought. “Ensign, earlier you called him a boy. He’s several years older than you,” she said, awaiting an explanation.
Lilith shrugged. “He made a child’s mistake,” she said, and Alynna slowly nodded in agreement.
“He’s not as good as you,” the admiral said honestly. Anyone else would have thought this a great complement, but Lilith knew that she hadn’t exactly meant it as one, and was just stating a fact. She didn’t doubt that he wasn’t as good as most operatives. Inwardly, she smiled all the same.
Nechayev opened one of the files on her desk again and pulled out a piece of paper, sliding it across the desk to Lilith. “Your assignment. USS Brandywine, fleet 7. There will be a ship here to pick you up at 0900 tomorrow, you should rendezvous with the ship in 52 hours.”
“Thank you, sir.” The ensign took the paper.
“You know,” the admiral said as they both stood up, “with that lovely skill of yours, you’d make an excellent politician. Or maybe an admiral," she added conspiratorially and Lilith laughed.
“I think I’m going to have to focus on being a doctor for now.”
I've got lots bits of it written out already for my Star Fleet character. The one that I finished just now is longer than most of my fanfiction stories. I'm probably going to use it for my first post, but the problem is that it's two pages long and nobody wants to read that much.
(Things are subject to change at any time, however, depending on whether I like this tomorrow. Also, to understand a few references in here, you need to know that she was discovered by Starfleet Intelligence in medical school because she could lie well enough to fool most empaths. She has an experimental implant in her brain that amplifies that ability, making her able to block out low to medium skilled telepaths also.)
Admiral Nechayev opened the door to her office, ushering Lilith in. “Sit down, Ensign,” she said, closing the door behind them and taking her place behind her desk. Lilith did so, looking up expectantly. “You know, I assume, why I asked you to return.”
“The boy,” she said simply.
“Yes. They figured out you weren’t just there to practice medicine.”
Lilith looked at her incredulously. “They figured that out when I started patching up the syndicate’s officers voluntarily!”
Nechayev narrowed her eyes at the ensign’s slightly raised voice, but continued. “I’m assigning you to a starship.”
Lilith blinked. That was not what she had been expecting. “I’m leaving SI?”
“I’m not trying to force you out, O’Neil. It’s not safe for you. Not until the situation calms down,” Alynna said.
“It’s a crime syndicate! It’s the bloody mafia! It’s not like I pissed off the Romulan consulate!” O’Neil caught herself, took a breath, and continued more calmly. “You can’t just station me somewhere else? Nerrick can’t be the only place you need operatives.” The agent was frustrated.
The admiral took a deep breath. “I want you on this ship,” she said slowly. “I want you promoted, and I want you to stay out of harm’s way until things cool down because I want you back working for me. My people tell me that there’s a massive underground manhunt going on for you right now on Nerrick that looks to be spreading to the surrounding worlds. They work with the Orions, you told me this yourself. And the Orions work with everyone. They’ll be looking for you all over the quadrant before long.”
“Permission to speak freely, sir?” Lilith asked, biting her lip slightly. Alynna nodded, but the glint in her eye told the officer to watch it. “I think you’re making a mistake. And I think you’re just worried about losing this,” Lilith accused, gesturing to her head. “How much research money did you put into this chunk of metal?”
Admiral Nechayev looked deadly, but then chuckled to herself. “I don’t think I’ve ever had an ensign argue with me as much as you.”
O’Neil looked up hopefully. “Did it work?”
“No.”
“Damn.”
“Lilith.” The admiral paused, as if determining how much she was able to tell the agent. “Your. . . assets make you a very desirable operative. I can’t take the chance that we’ll lose you to this when SI needs you for other operations than just intelligence collecting.”
She looked down at her lap before bringing her eyes back up to the admiral’s. “Yes sir.”
“You still work for me. I’m monitoring the situation on Nerrick. You’ll be far enough away from there that if I really need you, I can still send you someplace. But I want you to lie low. Get promoted. God knows you’ve been an ensign long enough. I can’t bump you up through SI, and you haven’t had sickbay experience on a starship since that mission to Anaya 3.
“He blew your cover, Ensign. They haven’t identified you yet, but you can’t go back anywhere near there.”
O’Neil nodded, resigned to starship sickbay duty. She had known that there was no way that she was getting out of it from the beginning, but too long as an independently working operative had made her somewhat lax in regards to authority. Also, some part of her figured that if she put up a good argument, maybe she’d be back on SI duty a little quicker.
Still, she had one more point to make. “Respectfully, ma’am, he was your operative.”
Nechayev paused, recalling a point earlier in their conversation. She then flipped open the cover of one of the two folders on her desk. She glanced at it, and then checked the other, confirming what she had thought. “Ensign, earlier you called him a boy. He’s several years older than you,” she said, awaiting an explanation.
Lilith shrugged. “He made a child’s mistake,” she said, and Alynna slowly nodded in agreement.
“He’s not as good as you,” the admiral said honestly. Anyone else would have thought this a great complement, but Lilith knew that she hadn’t exactly meant it as one, and was just stating a fact. She didn’t doubt that he wasn’t as good as most operatives. Inwardly, she smiled all the same.
Nechayev opened one of the files on her desk again and pulled out a piece of paper, sliding it across the desk to Lilith. “Your assignment. USS Brandywine, fleet 7. There will be a ship here to pick you up at 0900 tomorrow, you should rendezvous with the ship in 52 hours.”
“Thank you, sir.” The ensign took the paper.
“You know,” the admiral said as they both stood up, “with that lovely skill of yours, you’d make an excellent politician. Or maybe an admiral," she added conspiratorially and Lilith laughed.
“I think I’m going to have to focus on being a doctor for now.”
