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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 15 2011, 06:59 PM (338 Views) | |
| Maya Takagi | Feb 15 2011, 06:59 PM Post #1 |
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::USS Renaissance:: ::Counselor's Office:: ::1200 Hours:: ::Three days after the Xindi attack:: It took a few days after the battle for the Counselor to get back to scheduling appointments with the senior officers. Her time was occupied helping junior crew who needed to process traumatic experiences from the attack, in addition to treating minor injuries that sickbay was too busy to handle. Given time to reflect, Maya recognized that the Renaissance had fared well - minimal loss of life - compared to the severity of the attack. The majority of crew, barring its senior officers, had all acted admirably in the face of danger and death. Maya wasn't sure what angle to take in her meeting with Lt. jg Rychard Hannah. By the time the Counselor had arrived on board, there were already rumors spreading through the ship of Hannah's run in with Commander Hayakawa and her sister. When Maya finally met him, it was when he appeared to be ready to kill a prisoner on the Commander's orders. Maya recognized that Hannah, who was no doubt a talented pilot, could be an asset to the ship's development from chaos to order. With positive reinforcement, he would likely rise to the occasion. If left to follow his emotions, he was probably going to get himself (and others killed). The Counselor considered it her responsibility to figure out if the young officer was a wildcard in their deck, or simply wild. <tag Rychard> |
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| Rychard Hannah | Feb 21 2011, 06:03 PM Post #2 |
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::USS Renaissance:: ::Counselor's Office:: ::1200 Hours:: ::Three days after the Xindi attack:: The USS Renaissance has been a magnet for trouble. In the few weeks Hannah served aboard, Rychard had made new drinking friends, encountered, engaged and repelled a Xindi attack force, slept with the Commander's sister, been threatened by the Commander herself, witnessed the Commander and her lover getting passionate, and generally spent more time working than he had in all of his Starfleet history. Rychard was walking down the hallways, heading towards Maya Takagi's office. A mandatory appointment with the shrink, ordered by the head honchos. Understandable. Nobody wants an engineer going postal and blowing up a ship. Still, a Betazoid. As attractive and enticing as single Maya was, there wasn't a bigger turn-off than a chick who could read your mind. Nothing worse than a woman finding out what he was thinking, or bluffing. Again, her office door was coming up. Could she be reading his thoughts right now? He couldn't let her in. Come on - a broad doesn't belong up there without permission. The fact that she could practically implant memories wasn't going to help either. For now, Rychard took a turn around the corner, on her corridor. This was it. Just keep thinking of things - never let her get the advantage. Baseball. Motorcycles. Fast speed. Akir-No. Phasers. Hard drinking. Count numbers if you have to. Poker. Blackjack. Yeah, you're good at that. Blackjack. "You've got this, buddy." Rychard's mantra, as he stepped up to her room. He knocked on her door, and waited. <Tag Maya> |
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| Maya Takagi | Feb 21 2011, 07:45 PM Post #3 |
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As the doors to her office slid open, Dr. Takagi stood up. He was on time. That was one point in his favor. "Thank you for coming, Lieutenant Hannah." In his eagerness to hide his thoughts from her, Rychard had forgotten that emotions was less easy to disguise. She immediately noticed that he was nervous. "Have a seat," she stated, waiting for him to sit on the sofa before she took her own seat across from him. "You have nothing to be afraid of, Lieutenant Hannah. This is a routine meeting so that I can determine that you are fit for duty, from a mental health perspective." She leaned back in her seat as she studied his record, and then looked up at him, holding eye contact. She smiled. "The best thing that you can do for yourself is answer my questions honestly." Leaning forward, she set the device containing his records on a side table near her hand. "You're a distinguished pilot, Lieutenant. You certainly got us through some trouble a few days ago. Apparently it's the one thing you've been doing all your life. There are plenty of places other than Starfleet where you could be flying ships, without being under all the rules and bureaucracy. So, why did you join?" <Tag Hannah> |
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| Rychard Hannah | Feb 22 2011, 07:17 PM Post #4 |
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Hannah took his place on the sofa, kicking up his feet, hands behind his head. "Got yourself quite the bachelorette's pad here, Tak," Rychard joked. He moved his shoulders around, trying to get adjusted to the couch. His eyes were wandering, looking around the office. The colors were kept neutral, and the none of the decorations were vibrant. It wasn't a nightclub, but Hannah understood. Eventually, his eyes settled on looking into Maya's. He met her black eyes with his twinkling gray ones, locked in more than a battle of charisma, but of authority. Who was in charge now, hun? Eventually Rychard smirked, and sat up a little. His position was unprofessional, and more relaxed than elegant. "You're a distinguished pilot, Lieutenant. You certainly got us through some trouble a few days ago. Apparently it's the one thing you've been doing all your life. There are plenty of places other than Starfleet where you could be flying ships, without being under all the rules and bureaucracy. So, why did you join?" "Aw shucks, don't make me blush, sweetheart. Distinguished pilot, you say? Don't know who told you that," he laughed, but continued, "I'm just the guy who knows how to fly. Why did I join? Uh, well, if it wasn't just a cake walk, you know? I spent my entire life flying. You give me a hovercycle, and I'll win any race. I'm the best god damn pilot this side of the galaxy, toots." His cocky grin didn't seem to be appealing to Maya as much as he thought. He sat a little bit more upright. "I raced illegally. That's for sure. I won a shit ton of money, pardon my Klingon, from doing it. That's gotta be at the top of the page. So why did I join up?" Rychard was trying to slink around the question. Hell if the telepathic didn't have home field advantage. As a womanizing ladies man, Rychard wouldn't let her know about his mother or his brothers. He was using too much of his focus to try and block her out that his charisma must be slipping. "Well, I, uh...wanted something to do. Yeah, free travel and all. See the galaxy, all expenses paid. Ha. Don't have to pay for a room, or anything." |
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| Maya Takagi | Feb 22 2011, 09:24 PM Post #5 |
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The Doctor immediately started taking notes as Rychard spoke up. She maintained eye contact and didn't react much to his comments. He appeared to her to be another version of Commander Freeman, with slightly less disclipine, who got off on affecting people in negative ways. Though Maya loathed this type of behavior, Lieutenant Hannah had a sort of boyish innocence in the way he acted. She recognized that it some found it charming, and when channeled properly it could likely be useful. "There are plenty of organizations that would take a great pilot and put him to use," Takagi reminded him. "It seems to you'd fit in better with the Orion Syndicate, for one. Even the Breen and the Ferengi would hire a human mercenary to pilot a capital ship." "To be clear, Lieutenant, from your language, your tone, and what I've both witnessed and heard of your behavior on the Renaissance... it doesn't appear that you want to be a part of Starfleet, at least not in a way that is beneficial to anyone but your own self interest," she stated, calmly. If she was trying to get a rise out of him, it wasn't clear from her tone or expression. "Out in the fringes where you grew up, it may have been every man for himself. But this is a communal society where we are expected to work together for the collective betterment of all," she continued. "Either that's clear to you, and you don't care... in which case your time on this ship is limited to the moments between now and the next starbase, where I imagine we will be discharging no small number of our crew. Or, you've yet to reconcile the person who you used to be with the person you'd like to become, in which case there is some hope for you, and we can work together to put you back on the path." Plenty of Starfleet's greatest heroes had come from troubled pasts, and started their careers on the precipice between their promise and failure. Maya hoped that Rychard was one of them, but the cynic inside her doubted it. She let her words hang in the air for a moment. "Which is it, Lieutenant?" <tag> |
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| Rychard Hannah | Feb 24 2011, 05:00 PM Post #6 |
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"There are plenty of organizations that would take a great pilot and put him to use," Takagi reminded him. "It seems to you'd fit in better with the Orion Syndicate, for one. Even the Breen and the Ferengi would hire a human mercenary to pilot a capital ship." Rychard in his sat up position, leaned in to whisper. "Do you wanna know a secret, doc? Do ya?" He locked eyes with her, but with less passion and a sense of confrontation. "I've seen it all. The Orion Syndicate's been there since the beginning. I raced for them. I raced against them. They took my money, I took theirs. If I didn't spend my entire life growing up in one of their dens. Look, you know I ain't a perfect person; kinda why I'm stationed on the Renaissance. So, why did I choose Starfleet? I don't know. That's what it comes down. Maybe it was time for change. I could gamble, race and screw every single day, but I just kinda wanted more. A purpose." Hannah let it sink in. It was somewhat a lie, but at the same time, the truth, and it sunk in. He didn't mention what his brothers had said to him, or what his mother had wanted out of him. Instead, he went with that. Standing up, he began to wander around her office, eyeing and playing with the things he encountered. He picked up a small little medal, or statue, or trophy of some sort, and without turning around, would talk. "So, Maya - I can call you Maya right? We're friends. We're the same: we're criminals. I've done my wrongs, and you have too. So, what brings you to this detention center in space?" |
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| Maya Takagi | Feb 24 2011, 11:30 PM Post #7 |
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Maya listened to Rychard speak as he fidgeted about her office. He was remarkably transparent despite his efforts to be illusive. In between his excessive words, she found some truth - the man wanted to be good, even if he didn't know how. Mixed up in there was some fear that she couldn't quite nail down, but they had time. Eventually, she'd come to understand it. As he attempted to turn the topic on her, she was slightly amused. She'd encountered this behavior in her other interviews, though Rychard added the twist of a strange claim to solidarity between the two of them. As if she was anything like him. "You can call me Doctor Takagi. Counselor, if you'd like to be literal. Lieutenant, if you'd like to remind me that I outrank you. And Maya, if you'd like to be my friend. The only thing my friends are required to do is tell me the truth," she replied, "If I hear any of the other, less formal, forms of address that you have previously used in this office, I will file charges against you on the basis of conduct unbecoming an officer, you will face a court martial, and you will likely never see the bridge of a Starship - nor your pretty girlfriend in our Marine barracks - again." Maya expected that she would never have to follow through with the warning. Hannah, despite his bravado, was not a malicious man. Her stern dressing down of him enabled her to think about whether to answer his question. She realized, in their tete-a-tete, that there was some value in giving a little to get a little. "To answer your question - since we're now friends. I rather forcefully requested reassignment from my previous commanding officer. I suspect, though I have no proof, that I am assigned here as punishment," she confided. It was as honest as she could be. "All the same, I intend to do my job to the best of my abilities. I recognize that everyone on this ship has some value to Starfleet, and hopefully I can assist them in realizing their potential," Maya concluded. "I would appreciate your help, Lieutenant. If I don't have to worry about you being a lose cannon, I can focus on those who really need support." |
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| Rychard Hannah | Feb 25 2011, 05:47 PM Post #8 |
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"Oh, Dr. Tagaki, must we be so formal? Come on, you can relax with me. I'm not gonna rat you out to Starfleet for kicking up your feet." Rychard returned to his chair. Maya was getting upset quickly, even for being the most patient person on the ship. "Alright, I understand. I appreciate you telling me that. We've all been sent here for a reason; and it ain't because we're the best of the best." He laughed, and crossed a leg. "Ms. Tagaki, you don't have to worry about me, nor my 'pretty girlfriend in our Marine barracks'. All for Starfleet, right?" With his hands folded, he looked back up. "Is there anything else, friend? I'm pretty sure no one's flying the ship right about now." |
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| Maya Takagi | Feb 25 2011, 07:03 PM Post #9 |
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"One last thing," Maya told him. "Look fast, flyboy." She tossed him a PADD, fast enough that she could also test his reflexes. As Rychard caught it, he could see that the data covered Starfleet Regulations Concerning the Treatment of Prisoners. "By next week you'll read this over and I'll quiz you." In her previous career track, Maya had broken or watched someone break a good number of those regulations. If she accepted the reasoning of Section 31, which she did, there was always a valid reason behind extrajudicial torture - their prisoners were traitors, terrorists, enemy spies, and vicious murderers. In each case, Maya well aware of how and when the rules were being broken, and her team was trained to cover up any damage they had caused (which tended to be psychological rather than physical). Maybe they were both criminals. The difference being that she had been sanctioned by the government, while he was not. The thought made her smile a little, and feel more comfortable around the roguish pilot. "That's right, as I'm sensing some kind of trauma that you're reluctant to explore, I'm requiring weekly appointments until we've found the source of your emotional troubles," she explained, "Of course, everything we speak about is completely confidential. Hopefully in time you'll trust me. If not I have ways of making you talk." |
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| Rychard Hannah | Feb 28 2011, 10:22 AM Post #10 |
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Holding the PADD, Hannah glanced it over. Paragraph after paragraph of pointless, tedious reading. He groaned as he scrolled throughout all the work. "Ugh. Are you serious, Takagi?" He put the PADD down on the couch, standing up. "I was just following orders, pal. It was Miko who told me to do that. You think I wanted to throw a man out an airlock? You know how painful it is, on both parts? Why don't you throw these...these..." He grabbed the PADD and read the title. "These Starfleet Regulations Concerning the Treatment of Prisoners rules, and show them to her. Just because I gamble, drink and womanize does not make me a murderer. Remember that." |
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| Maya Takagi | Feb 28 2011, 02:58 PM Post #11 |
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Maya watched him closely. She wasn't sure if he regretted his actions, in retrospect, or if he was being defensive. Either way he didn't take the bone he'd been given. She had hoped that he'd figure out that her reluctance to verbally discuss the incident was to protect him from incriminating himself, or the Captain, on the ship's recorded log. Now that he'd spoken out, she'd have to be a bit harder on him. The kid gloves came off, and hopefully at the end of it he'd find that she wanted to help him become a better person. ~I was just following orders doesn't hold up in a court martial, Mr. Hannah. You are accountable for your actions, regardless of who told you to do what,~ she replied, telepathically. Her tone was cold, devoid of any emotion. ~Consider this - your willingness to disobey the Commander's orders in the past can be used against you. Let's assume that I brought you up on charges for what I'd witnessed, and you tried to pin it on the Captain. In one scenario, you'd both be discharged and spend some time in prison. More likely, the Admirals would back the woman they appointed to command this ship and place the blame squarely on your broad shoulders. Either way it's jail time.~ ~I have no interest in revisiting the past - recent or distant. We're here to work on your future. You're not a dog, trained to fetch when a ball is thrown to you. It's your responsibility as a command officer to question any order that violates regulations, and any order that violates your sense of ethics, and I am taking your word that you do in fact possess such a sense.~ she continued, ~So you can nod your head, do your homework, and I'll delete the last 60 seconds of your conversation from the record... or you can continue digging a hole that you can't get out of. Your choice.~ She turned off her notepad, and stood up, escorting him to the door. "You're looking for a sense of purpose - here it is, Mr. Hannah. As of this moment we're operating on a clean slate. You can go back and dig yourself another hole, or start acting like the person you say you are," she concluded, verbally "Think about that, and I'll see you in a week. That will be all, Lieutenant." |
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| Rychard Hannah | Feb 28 2011, 07:26 PM Post #12 |
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Hannah had let his focus slip, and Maya had taken the opportunity to implant her telepathy into his mind. Her cold, emotionless voice was the worst pillar to ever have been built in the slums. "I'll dig my own hole. I'm a team player, but I know when to stand up. But you can't. You can't stand on your own." Rychard was angry, and he stood at the door. "You're so obsessed with this fucking chain of command, playing everything by the book. Who the hell are you? I have ethics, but apparently one mistake makes you a villain. I'd rather learn from my mistakes than be a coward like you. A coward without charisma, who can't speak. That's why you use this damn telepathy. Are you afraid that no one will listen to the bullshit that will come out of your mouth?" He stepped out, further into the hallway, never breaking contact. "I'll work on "improving" myself. But you? I think you need to take a step back and look at the big picture, because you're no better than anyone on this ship. Remember that." Hannah stormed off, disappearing behind a hallway, and escaping into a turbolift. His mixed feelings, sense of failure for letting Takagi get to him, and surface anger were just stuck in their own battle. Did he really mean all of that? Where had that come from? [End?] |
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