Battle of the Wills - Take Two

Posted on Sun Jul 14th, 2019 @ 3:09pm by

949 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: What Stalks The Night
Location: Sickbay

Amélie strode through sickbay with a look of sheer determination on her face as she approached the private room toward the back of the medical area. With a quick knock on the door, she pushed it open and stepped inside, forcing a bright smile on her face. "Good morning Vashkele," she said cheerfully. "I hope you got some decent sleep last night?"

Setting an arm load of stuff down on the counter at the side of the room, she picked up a container and what looked like a flask, carrying them across and setting them on the side table. "As requested, a fresh cob'lat and bacon sandwich with Orion fitchorel on the side and a Icoberry Smoothie. Not quite from Qo'nos, but there are some very good establishments here on the promenade that were more than happy to help with such an... uh... unusual combination."

Barely catching a breath, she picked up a PaDD that had been on top of the containers and thumbed into it. "I also did a little bit of homework for you last night. I took the liberty of looking up the details of your club on the Dreadnought, or, rather, more the specifications of it, size and location on the ship, and I went through the database on this ship and found a number of locations that should be similar enough to be workable for you." Amélie smiled again as she handed out the PaDD toward Vash, determined not to let the Orion woman get to her today.

Vash sat up and rubbed her eyes, then looked in disbelief as the counselor from before entered her room loaded down with stuff. She couldn't believe her eyes and her green blood started to boil. "Thanks. No thanks. Get out." She said flatly as she threw back the covers and got out of the bed without a stitch of clothing on.

"Well I must say, it's nice to see your charming demeanor still shining through so brightly," Amélie said with a warmly. "Now, is there anything else I can get you?"

"Do you even know who I am?" Vash asked as she grabbed a green Orion silk robe and belted it around herself. "Because if you think I'm a simple girl that had some bad luck, maybe you should go ask the Comm...Captain...exactly who he has on his ship and what happened. Then maybe you'll think twice about coming to see me."

Amélie paused, taking a deep breath before putting her hands on the table at the end of the bed. "I've read your file," she shot back quickly. "I've read the entire jacket, from front to back, and you know what? All I need to know s that your name is Vashkele," she said, a somewhat acerbic tone invading her voice. "Mine is Amélie. You're a person, and despite the fact that you're behaving like a bitter, acerbic cow, you're still an individual, and as an individual I will always, ALWAYS, consider you worth seeing and spending time with because as far as I'm concerned, all lives matter. If you have a problem with that, then perhaps the problem, Ms Vashkele, is with you and not with me." There was a moment of silence before Amélie smiled sweetly. "Would you like a mirror?"

Vash gave her a sneer in response, revealing sharpened eye teeth, then turned it into a full, fake smile. "Sure, Amelie!" she chirped. "What do you wanna talk about first? Rape? Torture? Betrayal? Being raised and trained by sadistic bitches to be a whore and killer? The life of someone in the Syndicate? I'm sure you can relate to everything."

Amélie's gaze narrowed slightly. "No, I can assure you that I don't, and I won't ever pretend to. But right now I'm here. Who else do you have on your side?" she countered. "I'm not trying to be your friend, God knows, I don't need friends like you... but it seems like maybe you need friends like me, but either way, I'm here now and that's that. Don't like it, well, tough noogies!"

"The Comm...Captain and about four Starfleet Admirals," Vash said. "So show some respect, you pink skinned cow. I once ruled the Orion Syndicate and ordered people like you killed all the time for less."

"And now you're just a lowly civilian on a Federation Starship," Amélie replied caustically. "And where's your Comm? Your Captain? Your Admirals? They're not the ones here visiting you, I am, despite your nasty, bitter and downright toxic exterior." She shook her head slightly. "But, you know, tell yourself what ever it is you need to to feel better about your life and your state of affairs. You're a Civilian, I don't have to care about you. The fact that I am here and I tried is on me."

"I'm here because this is where Starfleet Command wants me to be and I'll never just be a civilian, so get that idea out of your head forever," Vash said. "You're the one that keeps bugging me and yet, don't seem to have a clue for all your training and don't even understand what get out means."

Amélie's face wrinkled in disgust as she cast a glance over the Orion woman. "You're right, you're not worth my time," she said quietly, turning on her heel and walking out the door.

"Worth your time?" Vash called after her. "I never wanted it to begin with!" and after the door closed, the Orion woman got up to lock it and put her own personal lock on it, then made her way back to bed.

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