VES Mission: Drills!
Apr 8, 2007 4:15:18 GMT
Post by marco on Apr 8, 2007 4:15:18 GMT
In a burst of emotion, which swung back and forth between anger and sadness like a pendulum on a clock, the doctor tried to justify his misconduct. When the Doctor would pause, the Commodore would sit quietly, knowing there was more. Marco would regain his composure, and continue. He relived his entire childhood, and his fear of being rejected. It went like this for almost an hour, at which point D'Angelo made a final pause and asked, "..so, am I being court marshalled?"
It was Sonak's turn to pause. And paused she did. It was amazing how much dramatics a Vulcan could create while they were deep in thought. But there sat D'Angelo, awaiting some form of admonishment for his actions.
Finally, the Commodore spoke. Softly, and slowly, she made it clear that she believed D'Angelo's story, however, it was no excuse for his behavior.
"I didn't mean it as an excuse, Sir." D'Angelo rubbed his ankle. It wasn't hurting this time, it was just a nervous habit he had picked up since the injury. "by no means is it a justification," a tear started forming in his eye, and he wiped it before Sonak could see, "I just wanted you to know where I was coming from."
D'Angelo found it odd that a Vulcan gave understanding to his emotional side. However, in his short ride on the vessel Vesuvius, he had noticed that the Commanding Officer had a softer side.
The Commodore's response was to postpone punishment. Rest assured, there would be punishment. She needed time to weigh the facts of the case.. as well as the extenuating circumstances that D'Angelo presented.
Excused, D'Angelo walked out of Sonak's quarters. It was a bit odd meeting her in her quarters, but he felt more at ease to open up. The Commodore must have known that there was an underlying issue, and took a more personal approach than forcing the subject in her ready room.
"Thank you Commodore."
For what? he didn't know. He was being punished, yet felt the need to thank Sonak for her ear. Had a full-time counselor been on-board, he would have talked to them... but talking to the Commanding Officer was soothing - since she needed to understand where the doctor was coming from.
D'Angelo puffed up his chest, and walked back to the room, avoiding eye contact with other members of the crew, lest they see his reddened eyes.
It was Sonak's turn to pause. And paused she did. It was amazing how much dramatics a Vulcan could create while they were deep in thought. But there sat D'Angelo, awaiting some form of admonishment for his actions.
Finally, the Commodore spoke. Softly, and slowly, she made it clear that she believed D'Angelo's story, however, it was no excuse for his behavior.
"I didn't mean it as an excuse, Sir." D'Angelo rubbed his ankle. It wasn't hurting this time, it was just a nervous habit he had picked up since the injury. "by no means is it a justification," a tear started forming in his eye, and he wiped it before Sonak could see, "I just wanted you to know where I was coming from."
D'Angelo found it odd that a Vulcan gave understanding to his emotional side. However, in his short ride on the vessel Vesuvius, he had noticed that the Commanding Officer had a softer side.
The Commodore's response was to postpone punishment. Rest assured, there would be punishment. She needed time to weigh the facts of the case.. as well as the extenuating circumstances that D'Angelo presented.
Excused, D'Angelo walked out of Sonak's quarters. It was a bit odd meeting her in her quarters, but he felt more at ease to open up. The Commodore must have known that there was an underlying issue, and took a more personal approach than forcing the subject in her ready room.
"Thank you Commodore."
For what? he didn't know. He was being punished, yet felt the need to thank Sonak for her ear. Had a full-time counselor been on-board, he would have talked to them... but talking to the Commanding Officer was soothing - since she needed to understand where the doctor was coming from.
D'Angelo puffed up his chest, and walked back to the room, avoiding eye contact with other members of the crew, lest they see his reddened eyes.