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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2018 4:45:35 GMT
Commander Sullivan Derringer, USS Finnmark
This...may be my last log. I know, I know, how dramatic of me but it's true. I think I figured out a way to stop what's happening at this station but to do it I may have to put myself in a spot of danger. Or...everything goes as planned, this solanagen thing gets sorted out and I survive. But in case I don't I've asked the ship to encrypt this log and share it only in the event of my untimely demise. Anyway, here goes.
Johnny, I know I give you a hard time man and I'm sorry. Well, sometimes I'm sorry. You might be a bit of an idiot. You might be a bit of a jerk. But something I think you get more than anybody is that sometimes the rules suck. Sometimes you have to do what you have to do. So maybe you'll understand more than anybody why I had to do this. Maybe...maybe someday you'll take that extra step. Maybe instead of railing against the establishment you'll finally figure out a way to change things for the better. I hope so, anyway. Good luck man.
Ellianna...thanks. Thanks for not reading my mind. Thanks for having enough faith in me to let me tell you what I wanted you to hear when I wanted you to hear it. You're good at your job, Doc. More than that, you're just plain good. Go easy on Oliver, El. He's a buttoned up suit sometimes but, when you've got so many people counting on you it can be hard to let your hair down. Keep everybody in good spirits, and for the love of God get out of the medbay every once in a while. stretch your legs. See you on the other side, Doc.
Noemi. No-Emmy. N-O-E-M-I. That's just for the record. Just so everyone listening to this log knows how to say and spell that name. Cuz if what I've seen out here in the field is any indication, that name is going to be everywhere in no time flat. Noemi, you're as tough as they come. Keep your head on a swivel and...And don't make the same mistake I did. Don't ever leave a man behind. Not if you can help it anyway. That's another thing. Learn to know when you can help it, and when you can't. You won't save everybody all the time, but you can do your best. And *your* best, well...that's pretty damn good.
Ensign Wythe. I don't really know you that well, but Ellianna vouched for you so in my book you're good people. You're also in Operations which means you have to deal with Torin all day so you must be doing something right. Anyway... You're in good company, so, congrats on that I guess.
Corky. Corkster. If you don't turn my consciousness into an AI Sidekick I'm going to be very disapointed in you. I'll haunt you until you die.
Lets see...am I missing anybody.... gotta wrap this up fast...
Oh yeah. Oliver. Sorry boss, if you're listening to this then I probably lied to you to get you to let me go. I just couldn't let anything happen to anyone else. The Paris changed me boss. I had to watch a whole crew burn up. Just watch, you know? like I was a ghost. I can't do that again. I thought I could. Guess I'm wrong sometimes. Hopefully not about this though. Otherwise, you know, yikes.
Anyway I know you'll figure something out without me. You're a good man, and a great Captain. I should know, I've been around for two hundred years now and you're the best Captain I've met in that time. Haha. Bit of time travel humor for you.
Gosh, hopefully you don't ever even hear this log. But if you do, I guess what I'm trying to say is thanks for having faith in me boss. I know I'm a pain, I know I'm a little strange, but I'm trying, man. I'm not smart or strong or anything cool like that but I want to be, you know. You make me want to be the best I can be, man. You're a good friend. End Log.
Wait, there was that time you totally ratted on me to the time cops and got me shot, but like, other than that you're a good friend. End Log. No, for real this time End the Log. Stupid thing, button's stuck?
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Post by spacedaisy on Jan 28, 2018 5:34:23 GMT
Holy shit man! If Sully dies, Elianna is going to bring him back just so she can kill him again for putting her through that!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2018 21:18:38 GMT
Commander Sullivan Emily Derringer, USS Finnmark
I've been struggling to find the words ever since I got back from the station, but I think I got it now so I'm just gonna, you know, do what I usually do and talk 'til it stops making sense, I guess.
I keep thinking about that voice I spoke to on the station. That chittering jerkwad that tried to get into my head. Maybe it did get into my head. It talked to me like it could read my thoughts, or I dunno, maybe my fears? Poor sucker was trying to weaponize my doubt, my fear, my insecurities to get me to back off. Maybe they can't read my mind, cuz if he could he woulda realized I've been dealing with those fears and doubts and insecurities for the better part of the last two centuries.
When I was talking to that...thing..I had an epiphany. I'm just, you know, like, done, man. I'm done with all that noise, all that fear. It's like I told that disembodied doofus: I can only control me, and nothing else. This station brought me face to face with all that Fear and doubt and insecurity and...I guess looking over the battle and thinking about everything just gave me perspective, man. It's hard to put into words.Like, I finally got it, you know what I mean? After the Paris, I was angry and scared and I let that weigh me down. And then I got the chance to put all that noise into a bag and chuck it. Let it go. And it felt good.
More importantly I used the conversation with Chittering Charles to learn what I could about the guy. And believe it or not I learned quite a bit. It was nagging at me for a while, why would he waste time trying to convince me not to blow up the station? Why not just boogie out? On top of that, when I threw the bombs the guy just packed up and left. It didn't make sense, until it did.
He's scared.. and he should be.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2018 4:53:39 GMT
Commander Sullivan Emily Derringer, USS Finnmark,
You know what? Honestly, I feel pretty good. Like, a whole bunch of these personal logs have been real downers lately, lots of emotional, heavy stuff. But now I feel alright. I talked things out with the crew, and thank Empussa we're back to our whacked out, weird, fun, sometimes creepy version of normal. Kind of reminds me of some more advice that friend of mine gave me when I got this job. 'Your crew is like your family,' she told me. 'If your family was an arbitrary collection of strangers you were professionally obligated to get along with and live together for unspecified and extended periods of time.'
I briefed the Captain on my thoughts about the Chitterer. I really do think it's a worthwhile shot to try and communicate with those things. I think I'm just tired of fighting, you know? If we can actually pull it off, actually break bread with whatever the heck that was, maybe it'll be some small sign that this crew...that Starfleet... still has some heart and soul. I gotta believe there's a better choice than just firing proton missiles at whoever looks at us sideways. I mean otherwise what's the whole point?
Anyway, that's me. Sully 2.0. New Sullivan. No more brooding, dwelling, or ho-humming from this boy.
After all, what's the worst that could happen?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2018 17:16:04 GMT
Richard Head: And we're back. I'm joined tonight by another member of the crew of the USS Tempest, this time Executive Officer Sullivan Derringer.
Sully: My friends call me Sully.
Richard: Oh yes, I'm sorry. Sully.
Sully: Sullivan is fine.
Richard: ....
Sully: ....
Richard: So, Commander. Take our viewers through a day in the life of...Sullivan...Derringer. What's it like?
Sully: Is that you're real name?
Richard: I'm sorry?
Sully: Richard Head. You're real name is Richard Head? You didn't make that up? You lose a bet or something?
Richard: No, that's my real name. I think we ought to get to some of these questions though, before we get too --
Sully: You know what they say. An XO's work is never done. I don't mean to brag but I'm sort of the father figure among our crew. A lot of the crew look to me as an example. I'm their protector, their guidance.
Richard: Really? That's quite profound.
Sully: No not really. I'm messing with you 'Richard Head'. You know the saying 'Do as I say, not as I do'? My crew doesn't do what I say, or do what I do.
Richard: Erm...so you're saying...
Sully: I'm saying I'm not very good at my job, Richard. At least I wasn't until recently. Otherwise we'd hardly be twenty five years into the future, would we, Richard?
Richard: Uh...recently...what do you mean by that?
Sully: When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
Richard: Ah! You're religious?
Sully: What? No. I read. My point, thank you for interrupting, was that before... before... recently, I've come to understand that as an XO, I've got to respect myself. We can't command respect from anyone if we don't respect ourselves, Richard.
Richard: Let's...um. Let's talk about Section 31, and your thoughts on the conflict.
Sully: My thoughts on the what now?
Richard: The conflict. Section 31?
Sully: I think it's silly.
Richard: Silly?
Sully: Silly, yes. Twenty five years ago, there wasn't a war. You're telling me we've got the vast expanse of the universe at our fingertips, endless possibility, unimaginable knowledge and adventure, and you idiots decide to fight over it? What's the point?
Richard: Erm...the...the point?
Sully: Yeah, what's the point? Does the winner get an extra special star? It's dumb.
Richard: Let's.....Let's move on. What's....((Richard looks down at his questions, groaning as he realizes what he's about to ask.)) Oh for crying out.... What's the hardest thing about being in Space Fleet?
Sully: The hardest thing? Good question Richard. I would have to say.....You know 'fear of the unknown'?
Richard: ((Practically flinching)) Yes...
Sully: Well, space is infinite. Infinite unknown. So the hardest thing...in my view, the hardest thing about being in Star Fleet is setting aside that fear in order to treat the unknown with curiosity, compassion, and respect. It's a tough thing to do, but once you manage it, great things are possible.
Richard: Wow, that's actually a pretty good answer. That's all the time we have, thank you for joining us.
Sully: I only did this because my Captain said to.
Richard: Fair enough
Sully: ((As the feed begins to fade out, hushed tones)): Hey can I ask you about this whole 'Oliver's ex's daughter' thing? What's that ab..
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2018 22:40:36 GMT
What follows is a transcript for the record, detailing an individual debrief between Admiral Vron and Commander Derringer, of the USS Tempest, USS Finnmark, and Odyssey Station.
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Vron: Thank you for meeting with me so quickly, Commander. I was hoping to review more of your part in the mission.
Sully: Sure, happy to help.
Vron: As I understand it, the Finnmark was engaged in a firefight outside the station?
Sully: Correct. We were getting beat up out there, so I made the call to go onto the station itself, extract the away team, and set the charges to correct what I hypothesized was...a sort of duality event.
Vron: Duality Event?
Sully: Like, if a video is out of focus, but both images exist. Imagine that, with regards to spacetime.
Vron: [[The sounds of notes being taken]] I see. And you made your way to set the charges. Captain Savage ordered you to go alone?
Sully: Not initially. The plan he endorsed at first was to send a team. I insisted that I go alone. I didn't want to risk the crew, you see.
Vron: But you had no concerns for your own safety?
Sully: Of course not. But not for the reasons you think. I was operating under the belief that once the duality event corrected itself, the version of the station we originally encountered would be structurally sound. Able to keep me alive, in other words.
Vron: OK, so you convinced Captain Savage to let you go in alone, and you extracted the Away Team, what happened after that?
Sully: I encountered the Solanagen creatures. They spoke to me, at least. The things they said made me think they had at least rudimentary telepathic abilities. Anyway, long story short they voluntarily closed the rift rather than face the bomb.
Vron: Wait, they voluntarily closed the rift?
Sully: Yes, like I said in the initial debrief. I later told Captain Savage I think they acted out of self preservation. They came across as afraid. So, I told him, I think they can be reasoned with. Should we encounter them in the future, that is.
Vron: Anything else of note?
Sully: Not that I can recall, but I know where to find you.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2018 22:15:14 GMT
Commander Derringer, USS Tempest
I've been thinking recently about something my dad used to say. Yeah, I know, I don't usually talk about my family so much but...I don't know, I guess the mood struck me. Anyway, when I was a kid I asked him about what he did for work one time. He told me everything you could tell a kid. Thinking back on it I'm pretty sure he romanticized most of it, but I loved it. He used to say Starfleet was only really about one thing, though. Understanding. Which, at the time, you know, young kid, I really didn't quite grasp the idea.
Anyway, now I think I got it. Sure, we go out into the universe in search of understanding it, but also the people in it. If we can do that, understand each other just a little bit better, then everything else is much easier. That's why those chittering Solanagen things interest me so much. I'm certain if I get the chance I can reach them, understand them. And that's the final part of what my dad was trying to tell me: Everyone...every being in this vast and mysterious universe... all we want after everything else...all the noise...is stripped away... is to be understood.
Thanks, Dad.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2018 2:32:53 GMT
Commander Derringer, Odyssey Station
So, their big genius plan is underway. I say "their" and not "our" because, perhaps unsurprisingly, nobody will tell *us* what the big, genius plan is. To be honest with you, which is to say, me, when we first arrived at this time and Johnny went on and on about his conspiracy theories and how we shouldn't trust Starfleet and so on and so forth, I initially dismissed him. But having spent some time in this...time... I'm starting to think the dude had it right. The minute this dumb double-blind operation starts, we get our communications array bombed? And now we're staring down the barrel of a hostage situation?
I keep banging this drum but nobody wants to listen. The truth is that the True Federation, or Section 31, or whatever you want to call them, they're playing chess while we're playing checkers. Feints, ambushes, spies, you name it. Section 31 has us beat because they know what we're doing and we have no clue what they're doing.
I never wanted to be a soldier, but the sad reality is that I *do* want to stay alive, and that means we've got to win this ...war or whatever. And if we're going to do that we need to change our tactics up drastically. That or keep getting ambushed and bombed and spied on.
I'll tell you something else...me...
There's no way I'm letting those prisoners out of my sight.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2018 4:45:47 GMT
Commander Sullivan Derringer, Acting Captain, USS Tempest
Our arrival to Valt went well. We captured the enemy crew, and have taken a position in high orbit above the planet. Captain Savage instructed us to scan the planet and make our way home, however in the course of my duties as acting Captain, and with the help of Lieutenant Idaris, a new opportunity presented itself. I've decided that I'm going to help the people of Valt get free, and if Savage, or any of the higher ups for that matter, want to chew me out about it, then I suppose we'll cross that bridge once we get to it.
There's only so much a man can take, and I've taken as much as I can these last few missions. Something's gotta give. Something's gotta change. And if nobody's gonna change it, I will.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2018 3:55:06 GMT
Commander Sullivan Derringer, USS Tempest
I'm.. tired. Every hour of every day fighting this stupid War we were dropped into out of nowhere and I just can't do it anymore. The funniest thing about all this is, one shift in the cosmic winds and we'd have ended up in Section 31's space, and they might have convinced us that the Federation were the bad guys. That's the thing, man. None of this matters. You're either 'us' or 'them' and nobody wants to be 'them'. I coulda killed those Section 31 guys. I probably should have. After everything they did, what gives them the right to ask for mercy? There's a part of me that would've pulled that trigger even with Savage in my ear. And if I ever get the opportunity again, that part of me is going to win out. These Section 31 guys are nothing but terrorists, murderers, criminals. They kill whoever they want and we're just supposed to play fair?
I don't think so.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2018 4:07:08 GMT
A joint post by Oliver Savage, and Sully Derringer Stardate: 11807.02 Location: Starbase Odyssey, The Quarters of Sully Derringer
Oliver stood just outside Sully’s quarters holding a cloth bag, and a couple of glasses. He had checked with the computer previously to make sure he would be at home and took a breath to steady his own nerves. He knew he shouldn’t be nervous about this conversation but he couldn’t help it. But it was time they had a talk and he was hoping that it would be a productive one. He reached out and pressed the doorbell, and waited. Sully sat at his desk, rolling the pips from zh’Nol’s uniform between his fingers. When he heard the doorbell ring, he let out a brief sigh, almost relieved. Almost, because these days there was no relief for Sullivan Derringer, no matter what he tried to do about it. He tucked the pips into his pocket and rose from his desk, running his hands through his hair a few times before opening the door to face his Captain with a stoic, steeled gaze. Sully’s expression was flat, and his tone professional. “Captain.” he began. “What brings you to Chez Moi?” Oliver offered a sheepish smile. “Was hoping we could have a talk, can I buy you a drink?” he asked holding up the glasses and the covered bottle. Sully stepped aside with a wave of his hand, allowing his friend and Captain to enter. “No thanks, boss. Swore the stuff off. In lieu of a glass, Sully grabbed a small rubber ball from his shelf and tossed it playfully against the wall, taking his seat as he caught it. “You feel free to drink up though, if it makes you feel comfortable.” Oliver nodded, and set the bottle and glasses aside. “Some stuff I have left over from the family reserve.” he stared at the bottle for a moment then settled into a chair himself. “How are you doing Sully?” Thum-thump. Thum-thump. Sully spoke, keeping his eyes and his focus on the ball. “You came all this way to ask me how I am, huh boss? A little cliche, no?” “I’m a little concerned to be honest. After what happened back at Valt I’m not sure what to think. Anyone would take what we saw back there pretty hard. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t concerned with your reaction.” Thum-thump. Thum-Thump. Thum-Thump. “Are you? Concerned I mean. Cuz from where I’m sitting you’re ‘concerned’ about what Daddy’s gonna say when he finds out we broke his vase.” Sully let the rubber ball roar out of his grip with his last few words, catching it rather aggressively. Oliver nodded. “It’s my job to be concerned with what comes down the chain at us based on our actions so yes, I am concerned about Daddy’s vase too. But that is besides the point. Going outside of our orders was bad, I could have dealt with that. But yes, I am very concerned with your reaction. There is a very heavy moral implication with your decision. One that takes you over the same line that the True Federation has gone well beyond, and what we saw at Valt certainly drove that home.” Thum-thump. Thum-thump. Thum-thump.“There it is. Now we can talk about why you’re really here huh? You want to chew me out for not putting those terrorist S-O-B’s down when I had the chance, and yet if I remember correctly, you dropped a torpedo di-rect into Chuckles The Clown’s back pocket. What’re the ‘moral impications’ there, Dr. Savage?” Sully was building up now obviously enjoying the back and forth, if a bit too much. Oliver nodded. “That is fair, however those were clearly combatants. Those people on that ship had surrendered. It’s not our place to play judge, jury, and executioner. But your right, I could have not dropped a torpedo on chuckles and let him continue along with his men. But I chose to send a message back in kind. What do you think your message would have sent, not just to them, but to the rest of the crew, and beyond.” “Combatants?” Sully chuckled, seeming to actually find the word genuinely amusing. “We were as much ‘in combat’ with the guy as a lion is ‘in combat’ with a field mouse. If the lion was several miles above atmosphere and had an arsenal of missiles dropped on the mouse. Nah, you didn’t put him down because he was a ‘combatant’. You put him down because you knew it was the right thing to do. And it felt damn good, didn’t it? And you knew in your heart past all the procedures and protocols they teach us that you had a job to do to make sure that scumbat would never see another sunrise.” Sully suddenly snatched his ball from the air, holding it for a moment. “And as for the message? The message should be simple. You hurt people, you lock people in cages, you make ‘em do God knows what, then you pay. And the tax is in kind.” “Your right,” Oliver nodded. “I used training and our rules of engagement to make them pay for what they did. They took thousands of lives, I took only a handful. The thing is, would any of those lives been lost if he had not meddled further at Valt? We have to live with that now. I can hide behind pomp and circumstance to justify what I did. I’m not going to sugarcoat it if for you, I enjoyed that torpedo. You're absolutely right. I felt the same as you, anger, rage even. But there is still a line in the sand on what we can and cannot do.” Sully resumed tossing his ball against the wall, putting a particularly satisfying spin on his latest toss. “And you’re honestly going to tell me that line stops well short of blowing that guy up? He posed no threat to us, he’d already done his killing. I don’t judge you for what you did, boss. I appreciate it. You made the right call. And if you want to chew me out for what I did, that’s on you. But whatever you decide to do, I’m just saying look in the mirror.” “I don’t want to chew you out Sully. I want to understand, and I want to make sure that you don’t slip over that line. I would rather it be a learning experience maybe even for both of us. I’m trying to understand. I also don’t know what to do here. I want to discipline you but I can’t because I feel the same way, hell if I was younger and less wise I might have done the same thing. But the more we seem to deal with the True Federation I see a you slip closer to a place that we can’t go. Killing Prisoners, I don’t care what service you live for, it’s just not done.” Thum-thump. Thum-thump.“I’ll tell you what you’re going to do, Oliver.” Sully’s tone took a slightly sharper turn. “You’re gonna finish your drink, you’re gonna say what you need to say, and then you’re gonna walk out that door with your head held high like it’s always been.” He turned his head slowly to face his Captain, still keeping rhythm with the ball. “And what you’re not going to do is dish out any punishment whatsoever for what happened on Valt. You and I both know if you *were* going to do that, you’dve done it already.” Oliver smiled. “That’s just it, I was going to leave the punishment up to you. What would you do if an officer under you did what you did?” he shrugged. “Just because I have not done anything doesn't mean it's not going to happen. Might not even be up to me in the end Sully.” “I’d give me a medal. Hell, I’d give me more than one. Maybe one for every sorry sack of potatoes I was gonna split down the middle with my phaser.” Sully’s answer came quickly, and with very little of the warmth he’d been addressing Oliver with previously. “And I don’t think you heard me right when I said there won’t be any punishment. Wasn’t a joke, Oliver. Anything you want to do can’t be a fraction as bad as what I’ve already been through. So you’re just gonna let it go. You *and* Dad.” Oliver pointed at Sully. “See, that right there tells me differently Sully. You just admitted yourself that you have baggage. If its this bad, bad enough you can’t see clearly the implications of what you were going to do, to reward yourself for it. That’s just screaming for help.” “You think I can’t see clearly? That I don’t know what I was doing? Come on, Oliver. I know exactly what I was doing. Section 31 aren’t ‘prisoners of war’, they’re terrorists, Oliver. Terrorists. Just because a few of them are pretty, or they’re good at crying, or both, doesn’t erase that. They made their bed, and if I have to put them to sleep to make them lie in it, so be it. What I’m not gonna do is take lectures on Morality from a guy that blew up a building to prove a point. Captain or not. You wanna help me, boss? Stay the hell out of my way next time.” “Your absolutely right, they are Terrorist. Whatever you want to call them, but its not our job to just hand out punishment. Not when they have surrendered. They are to be brought to justice by law. Those men on the planet could have continued their executions, I made a judgement call against someone who was actively killing innocents. Those people you were going to murder, were not. You can throw that one back in my face, but by law I did my duty.” “By your logic,” Sully began, raising his voice slightly and chucking the ball back into the wall so hard it almost missed the mark, “You killed the guy because he *may have* killed more civilians in the future? You don’t think the guy who replaced him atop Turd Mountain killed anybody in retaliation for what you did? But you didn’t kill *that* guy, did you? You’re talking yourself in circles to justify hanging me out to dry for something you know I was in the right over. The game’s different out here Oliver, the rules have changed. I’m not going to take this lying down, especially from you, and especially from Walker. So like I said, you’re gonna say your piece, and finish your drink, and leave me alone.” “I would have loved to have stayed and dropped every torpedo we had on military targets on that planet. But the standing force on that planet was considerable, more than our crew could have handled. Not to mention the incoming force that was called in to aid them. So no, we couldn’t really do much more. But I get it.” He stands and heads for the door. “I appreciate your position, I may not agree with it. But it’s clear how you feel. So you may not believe it when I say that it pains me that we sit here where we are.” He stops at the door, turning back. “It’s not just me that sees it. I’m sorry Sully for what it’s worth. I may not punish you, your right. But you are going to see a counselor. Pending a release from a councilor, your relieved of duty. Your choice what you do from here, I hope you’ll see one.” Sully grabbed the rubber ball tightly in his hand and tossed it towards the door, finally rising from his seat and practically marching to face Oliver. “A councilor? You’re not hearing me Oliver. You’re gonna drop this whole thing into whatever bucket you put all the stuff you don’t care about in, and Leave. Me. Alone. I’m not seeing no Head Doctor, and I sure as hell ain’t relieved of nothin’. Unless you take that uniform off right alongside me. And I’m not gonna repeat myself this time. Thank you for the company Captain. Take your drink and kick rocks while the conversation’s still friendly.” “I will leave, but the decision stands. And it is because I care Sully, you need help. I’ve sat by and waited for you to figure this out long enough. And it’s gone further south than it ever should but I was trying to trust that you could deal with this. I’m sorry, but it stands. Your relieved until released by a Counselor. You want to quit? That’s your choice, run away. Or go face your damn problems. I know where my moral compass is, maybe I was wrong about yours. Prove me wrong.” Sully snarled like a beast sizing up a meal, before finally saying “Quit? Nah. I’d never leave my crew with these buttoned up barf bags. Somebody’s gotta be watching our back if you won’t. Get lost.” He turned before Oliver had a chance to respond and bent down to pick his ball off the ground before walking slowly back to his desk and going about his business as if his friend and Captain wasn’t even in the room. Oliver nodded and turned leaving, heading for the nearest turbolift.
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Post by spacedaisy on Jul 30, 2018 4:31:08 GMT
Holy shit
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Post by Nola on Jul 30, 2018 20:58:52 GMT
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Audio File .... { Sessions // Derringer, Sullivan // 01}
{Dr. Darrell Cummings}: Hello, hello. Good afternoon. Please feel free to take a seat.
{S. Derringer}: Awesome. Happy to be here Doc. Lets get this thing wrapped up so you can sign my permission slip and get me back in the world, yeah?
{D. Cummings}: [laughing] Straight to it, I like that. So, do you want to tell me why we're here, Sully?
{S. Derringer}: Because my scumbag Captain benched me, after he killed remarkably more people than I did on our last mission together. Or do you mean like, why are we here, cosmically speaking?
{D. Cummings}: Sully, I'm going to have to ask you to reflect on your hostile tone there. Today isn't about Captain Savage. We're here to talk about you. Specifically, how it is we plan to improve your well being so that I can sign your.. 'permission slip'. So, is there anything you think we can work on?
{S. Derringer}: You know what, not really, Doc. I feel great all things considered. I mean really, have you ever heard of somebody being relieved of duty after they didn't kill people? And I'm sorry but this is about Oliver. He stuck me here because he's a coward.
{D. Cummings}: Again I'd like to keep the focus on your own journey, if we can. How do you mean "all things considered"?
{S. Derringer}: Well, considering my Captain betrayed me and possibly irreversibly ruined my career.... Let's see, what else? Oh yeah, my crew doesn't respect me. I'm stuck twenty five years in the future and fighting a war I didn't ask for and quite frankly up until recently had almost no idea what it was about... I've got a funny itch on the back of my right calf that won't go away..
{D. Cummings}: That's good, lets see if we can dial in on a few of those issues, shall we? I'm not the sort of Doctor that helps with itches, but we'll work from the top, yes? Why is it you feel your crew doesn't respect you?
{S. Derringer}: I say jump, they make farty noises with their mouths. I couldn't tell you how many times I've given an order and almost everyone on my crew has ignored it. Cleveland used to be the worst offender, but I like the guy now. El means well but for some reason she just doesn't treat me with any level of respect. Idaris, now that's one tough cookie to crack. She's buttoned up real tight, I don't think she likes my light heartedness, which is fair. At least she does what she's told, even if she thinks I'm a clown-shoe. They all treat me like some punch line. Which is I guess why I thought I could count on Oliver to back me up, but here we are. Benedict Arnold has shown his true face.
{D. Cummings}: OK. It's important that you take yourself seriously, Sully. Your crew looks to you for leadership even when you're not directly leading them. Try carrying yourself with a little more gravitas and authority, and see if the rest of your crew takes note. Maybe they'll tighten up.
{S. Derringer}: Good note, Doc. And this has been really fun and everything but I'm gonna be honest I'm still pretty hung up on what exactly it is I'm doing here. Can I be blunt?
{D. Cummings}: Please, do.
{S. Derringer}: Facts. Fact One, Oliver Savage killed people on Valt and justified it with whatever operational mumbo-jumbo his superiors lapped up like hogs at a troth. Is he on leave pending a councilor evaluation? No, no he's not. Not that I think he could find your office. With how far his head is up Walker's rear end he'd get lost in the hallway. Fact two, I didn't kill anybody, or do anything other than hurt Oliver's fragile ego, so now I'm stuck here talking to you about how Oliver screwed me over real good. Fact Three, no one has stood up for me, nobody's asked me how I'm doing, nobody's even come to see me apart from Brutus himself when he stabbed me right in the back. This whole thing's a joke, Doc. No offense to you, you're I'm sure great at your job and everything but I'm not the target demographic if you catch my meaning. So just say whatever you have to say in these situations and get me back out there.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2018 21:32:53 GMT
Audio File .... { Sessions // Derringer, Sullivan // 03}
{S. Derringer}: To be fair, I'm actually enjoying these talks, Doc. You ain't bad company, especially considering recent events have left me a little...what's the word? Isolated? And you agreed to put me on probationary return to duty, which was super cool of you.
{D. Cummings}: Well, you've been doing really well. And the probation is a way to incentivize you to continue your progress. Have you been doing your exercises?
{S. Derringer}: Yeah, sure have been. Every day just like you said boss.
{D. Cummings}: Good, so what did you want to discuss today?
{S. Derringer}: Well I've been thinking about what made me so angry when Oliver relieved me of duty and I think I have a pretty good idea.
{D. Cummings}: Excellent. Identifying the source of our emotions is a positive and healthy step.
{S. Derringer}: Yeah. Sure. So anyway my thought on it is this. Me and the crew of the Odyssey are twenty-plus years out of our own time, right? Whole new landscape out here. We're the only constant in each other's lives. So in effect Oliver didn't just relieve me of duty, he took away the one thing I had left in the whole universe, literally. I don't know anybody out here. I'm in an untenable position. What crew is gonna take a guy who hasn't been around for twenty years?
{D. Cummings}: Wow, that's an interesting way of looking at things. Please continue.
{S. Derringer}: Right. So what're my choices here? Do I go back to work on the Odyssey with a crew that I love and want to protect, and a Captain I hate? Do I quit Starfleet, if you could call it that, the one thing that's defined my life for so long, and try to find something else in a universe I don't recognize? Do I transfer to a new crew, again with people I don't recognize? A crew that I'd have to learn to trust, and hope they trust me? So you see how he's not just screwed up my career but he's done a real number on my life on the whole. And for what? To make himself feel good?
{D. Cummings}: A lot to unpack there. Let's start with what you mean about Starfleet.
{S. Derringer}: Sure. Well when I'm from, there is no Section 31. No split. That's Starfleet. What you guys are is something different entirely. In a way, part of me wonders why I even continue playing along sometimes. I'm technically one of the longest serving, highest ranking members of the whole thing.
{D. Cummings}: Why do you?
{S. Derringer}: What choice do I have, man? We're all just playing parts at this point. Strings and all. Though between you and me after this stunt that Oliver pulled I'd not pass up the chance to return the favor.
{D. Cummings}: You said you love your crew.
{S. Derringer}: Of course I do. You go through what we've been through together and that's just how it is. At least that's how I thought it was. Which is why this stings so much. But I'd do anything for those people. Most of them anyway.
{D. Cummings}: And why don't you quit or transfer? You've considered it?
{S. Derringer}: Not for a second, Doc. For one thing, I don't want to leave my crew in the hands of that absolute lunatic. He'd sooner hang every one of them out to dry if it earned him a pat on the back from Walker. All Oliver cares about is himself. His career, his well-being. I'm not going to abandon the people I swore to protect just because some buttoned-up jackwagon wants a plaque with his name on it so bad he'd punch his own mother in the face to get it. Besides that, no other crew would have me. And I'd not serve with any other crew. No offense to you Doc but far as I'm concerned this future sucks and this isn't Starfleet. I'd been embarrassing myself.
{D. Cummings}: Well, just keep up with the exercises and keep coming to our sessions, and I'll keep signing off on your probation. Pretty soon we'll see about getting that lifted, who knows.
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