More data has arrived on Cadre species 484, Designate: Burrowers. Their world’s unusual orbital path has taken it out of the habitable zone, and the burrowers have entered dormancy…
patrickngo wrote: »
“Hey! Let’s make the Admiral sing the next one!” somebody yells.
I turn around in Gaarra’s embrace. “Ohhh, no you don’t.”
“Whatcha ‘fraid of, Mum?” the clearly inebriated Marine challenges me. He’s young, just like the rest of them. When the phekk was I that young? I almost can’t remember it anymore.
“C’mon, El,” Gaarra says into my ear, tickling me under my ribcage. “I’ve heard you sing at the Peldor Festival, you’re not bad.”
‘Not bad’? Damn him, he’s going for my pride… “Ohh, all right. I’m not doing it for you, though, Marine, I’m doing it for the birthday girl.”
“Whatever, Mum!” One of the female Marines smacks him on the head.
I chuckle at that as I disengage from Gaarra and make my way to the microphone. “All right, folks, some of you Starfleeters should know this one, I learned it at the Academy. Computer, play ‘No Hopers, Jokers & Rogues’!”
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Peregrine Wahlberger’s diary wrote:
There is a definite difference in character between AB and AA personnel, it’s observable fact. I’m not just saying that as an AB. AB and BA subjects (aka subjects with the enhanced imprint training and regular genetic background, alongside personnel with the advanced genetics and a normal upbringing at normal speed) are both able to integrate more easily into regular society, while retaining some aspects of their augmentation or conditioning-but not in truly destructive ways.
AA’s don’t just seem to have a harder time integrating, they flat out do. As much as Leyton’s team and Mulvaney’s follow on tried to construct complete individual background, the gaps are visible if you know what to look for. As mature as an Amanda Nung or David Hoan might seem, their accelerated growth has left their brains in ‘catch up’ mode, resulting in some dangerous habits and tendencies, and an overall psychological fragility that manifests in some odd ways.
Aw hell, who am I kidding? We’re all broken, the experiment is a failure, and we’re all collateral damage. If we’re fortunate, nobody will try again… I’m considering McKnight’s offer, not for some bizarre recompense, but because inevitably, someone will try again. A warning now could slow it down at least, or give them tips to avoid creating a generation of damaged people. In the meantime, we’ve rejoined the main force, and we’re warping to Naval Station New Bajor. That’s not the official name, of course, but the facility is there because we’re here, kudos to Starfleet’s engineering guys for putting up a fleet base in record time. It’s not so much a ‘stand down’ as simply enough damage was done we need the R&R.
Maybe I’ll meet a nice man who doesn’t wear a uniform, and scratch the spinster’s itch. God knows I need to get laid…