The Small Hadron Collider

Posted on 18 Jan 2013 @ 10:15am by Lieutenant Lilou Zaren
Edited on on 18 Jan 2013 @ 3:08pm

5,574 words; about a 28 minute read

Mission: Episode 03 - Frontier
Location: USS Galileo: Deck Five Corridor
Timeline: MD -01: 2350 hrs

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Louis Armstrong played through her headset as Lilou jogged down the corridor. It was the middle of Beta shift and the halls were relatively clear; clear enough that she could manage a run without hitting up against too many people. She'd kept her pace even, her heart was pounding pleasantly, and she had sweat soaking her lower back, but it was good exertion. It was sweat that came from use, not fear. She'd had enough jumps and pointless scares in the last three days to last her a while. No more fear, she'd said. No time for it, she'd said. Apparently deciding that didn't just make it happen. It took work. So she'd work on it. And she'd try to get a few hours sleep instead of her infinitesimal power naps. She tried to focus on the voice in her headset, to shut out her own thoughts and just think about the music and the burn of her muscles.

It didn't work. But she tried.

Then something happened that she had not even begun to anticipate. She saw a dog. And it was coming right at her. She watched it as though in slow motion: rounding the corner ahead, spotting her, and taking off. She slowed to a stop, dropped to her knees, and let it bowl her torso flat to the ground.

"No! Out! Out! Out!"

Sidi heard Stone-smell but he had found something to chase. He caught something he chased! A big something! Stone-smell was pulling back on him though, preventing him from really sinking his teeth into his chase-prey and that wasn't how this game worked. When he caught chase-prey he got to bite it! He barked-growled to let chase-prey know Sidi caught it and Sidi was in charge here - even if he couldn't get his teeth into chase-prey! He continued to bark-growl even as he stopped struggling, obeying alpha Stone-smell. He smelled he didn't need to bite chase-prey, it was already caught and submissive.

For a long moment, it was just her and the canine. It stared down at her, licking its chops. She stared up at it, unblinking. She'd never had a dog. Never interacted with one. Had no sense of what to do with any animal at all, as she'd had no experience with animals outside of formaldehyde-laced ones in her one biology class. But there was a kind of symmetry to the creature. It stared at her with almost as much incomprehension as she stared at it.

Sidi barked-growled at chase-prey again as he was pulled back by the lead. He snapped his jaws, letting chase-prey know how lucky it was that he didn't get a chance to really sink his fangs into it. Letting chase-prey know it was only because of alpha that it wasn't a tasty meat-snack.

She was not about to return the favor. "Dog. You are a dog, aren't you? I think you are. You're going to let me up now."

Sidi barked-growled and lunged forward again, his fangs snapping as he strained against the force of alpha holding him back. Chase-prey's smell wasn't one of fear or submission. Chase-prey wasn't quite cowed yet. Sidi would teach it. He barked-whined at alpha because he needed to sink fangs into chase-prey! It was his right! He caught chase-prey!

Lilou blinked up at the creature. She'd been beaten to a pulp by marines, shot at by Klingons, electrocuted more than once, and stared directly out into the Void on a rescue cord that could snap at any moment. If this animal was going to eat her... well. At least then the Chief would be Chief again. That was something.

Jeremy finally managed to get Sidi under control - or at the very least to stop barking and snapping at the young woman. "Down," he ordered and made sure Sidi complied before he turned back to her, offering a hand to help her up. "I'm sorry, are you okay? Do you require medical attention?" he asked, visually scanning for lacerations, puncture marks, indicia that Sidi had been able to bite her before Jeremy was able to pull him back.

Sidi snorted. He didn't like chase-prey. She didn't have the proper fear-smell to her. She wasn't properly submitted yet. He watched her, waiting for her to attack. He'd get here this time, his fangs sinking into her flesh until he ripped her apart. He growled again to let chase-prey know he didn't like her lack of proper fear-smell. Not at all.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, this is my fault, not his. He's just...I didn't think there'd be anybody down here at this time of night," Jeremy said, worried what would happen now. He'd been trying so hard to keep an incident like this from happening.

"I run," she said, watching the animal. It had been right on top of her. She could have died. She rested two fingers against her wrist to check her pulse. A little raised, but steady. Steady. She didn't want to die. She'd made a joke in her head. Her pulse was slowing down by the second. Was it shock, or had she actually just gone through this without having a flashback? What did that mean? A knock on the door sent her into a panic but being attacked by an animal in the corridor of a starship left her relatively unphased? Sometimes she wanted to take her brain out and stick it under a magnifying glass. "Most nights, I run. I don't sleep, so I run. He's just what?"

Jeremy frowned, confused by her speech. He watched her, unable to really see her eyes. "Did you hit your head?" he asked, responding to what seemed to him to be confusion. "I can get a medic down here to check you out. Or beam you to Medical. What's your name and do you know where you're at?" he squatted down, hoping to be able to take a good look at her eyes. Something about pupils. Head injuries involved pupils somehow. Sidi butted him with his head, still growling low and in the back of his throat at her. Jeremy wrapped the lead around his wrist some more, making sure to keep it short.

"I didn't hit my head. And even if I did... well. I probably would actually need to go to medical if I did, even though I wouldn't want to. But I didn't, so I don't. Besides I've already been there today." She glanced at him as his face arrived at her level and then returned to carefully watching the dog. "You said 'he's just' and then you stopped and said something else. He's just what?"

Jeremy kept watching her, not sure if she were babbling or just not making sense. "I did?" he asked, frowning. "He's new and young and impulsive. And I'm afraid he's much better trained at this than I am. This is my fault, really, not his. I should've kept better control of him but..." he sighed. "Come by my office and I'll have the forms for you to fill out."

"Forms?" she asked. "I have to fill out forms? I just did that. All day. There's more?"

"Well, I can't take your complaint because I'm involved. So, yeah, you'll have to fill out forms and speak with..." he scowled trying to remember who was on duty at the moment. "...one of the security officers. Then I'll review the complaint for completeness and then abstain myself and send it to either Lieutenant Coleman or Commander Holliday for review and a decision." He continued to watch her, while Sidi seemed to be done with growling - for the moment. It was the most aggressive he'd seen him since Sidi came aboard and that caused Jeremy some worry. Why this particular woman?

"Why have you been filling out forms all day? What have you been complaining about?"

"Not complaining. Reporting. Because apparently being Chief Engineer means I get to report a lot." Even with Willis taking on a lot of it, there were things she still felt compelled to do because they specifically said in the lettering that they needed to be signed by the Chief. "Do I have to make a complaint?"

Jeremy blinked. "No." He blinked some more, looked at Sidi, then back at her. "Are you sure you didn't hit your head? Everybody wants to complain about security officers given half the chance." He registered Chief Engineer and frowned.

"I've hit my head many times previously; I know what it feels like. This is not that." She sighed. Yup. Pulse still steady. Still no flashback. Was cheering too dramatic a response? Maybe it was a fluke. Maybe it would hit her later. "I don't." She paused. "You said 'everyone wants to complain about security officers'," she explained, because the last time she'd answered out of time with his context, he'd gotten confused. She didn't entirely understand why he was frowning and confused when she was the one on the ground that the animal still wanted to eat. "I don't." She glanced at him, "Can I stand up, or is he going to try to get me again?"

"You shouldn't move too quickly. Or run at this point. He's...agitated...because I stopped him from ripping you apart. He does that. It's like play time for him." Jeremy stood and offered the hand again, not realizing what a sight he looked with his sweat soaked sweatshirt and sweats. The wrist PADD stuck on one arm, a bandage on the other.

"That's fine. I fight the Borg on a ship with multiple hull breaches. Everyone has different kinds of play time." She accepted his hand and stood up slowly. She didn't feel any impulse to run; she wasn't sure why he'd warned her against it. Who would think they could outrun that? She was in Academy sweatpants, a tanktop, and grippy parkour shoes. She blinked at his bandage, "What happened to you?"

Jeremy stepped back, pulling his sleeve down. "You fought the Borg?" he asked, trying to calculate her age. She didn't appear to be old enough to be a chief engineer, much less to have fought in any of the Borg battles that he was aware of. "And considered it fun?"

"In the holodeck," she explained. She seemed to be needing to explain a lot. Was she not making sense or was he just not following her? "Play time isn't always fun. But it's not work. Not my work, anyway." She thought back over the previous mission, "Not all the time. What happened to you?" she repeated.

"A holonovel?" he asked, pulling Sidi back as he came forward again, still growling. "Stop that, Sidi, right now." He glared at the dog for a moment, unsure why Sidi was acting this way. Sidi looked up at him and licked his chops but turned back to Peers right away. Jeremy sighed. "That would make more sense then you being old enough to have fought the Borg."

"My own program. Based on the battle of the USS Eunice. I transposed the battle's events onto the Galileo. My mother is a security officer." The dog growling at her wasn't exactly a pleasant sensation, but she still didn't want to flee and still no flashbacks. Good signs. Maybe it was because it was an animal and not a person. "What I mean is, my mother is a security officer, so even though I'm female and an ensign, I do have the intellectual power to notice when I'm not being answered, because she trained me. She didn't mean to, but she did."

Jeremy blinked again. "I fail to understand what your gender or rank has to do with your intellectual capabilities?" Then, looking away, "I'm not a hateful person. I don't have problems with other species or genders. I know you've heard that but..." he shrugged. It was getting so frustrating having to explain all this all the time. "Crewman Athlen's species had nothing to do with the reason for his arrest."

Lilou squinted at him. Maybe it was a problem with the language. Maybe he wasn't used to speaking Federation Standard. Or maybe she had hit her head and just wasn't noticing it. "I would have noticed anyway. Even if she weren't a security officer. I just had an impulse to be cute about it. No idea why." She tugged her ear, looking at him quizzically, as the dog continued to imagine her as dinner. "I'm supposed to think you're hateful about species and genders? Was there a memo? There have been so many memos... Wait, Athlen? The sociologist Athlen? Rigelian? Hangs around diplomacy officer Liyar?"

"Yes, Crewman Athlen." He blinked again. "I am unaware of people generally placing their," here he spat out the next work like acidic poison, "gossip in a memo form. If they have, I have not seen it. However, much of the crew is enjoying the fabrication of my 'nefarious' exploits and coming up with fanciful explanations for what happened. The prevailing theory is that I'm a mysogisnitic bigot."

"I'm sorry." Her expression remained quizzical. "I don't know who you are."

Jeremy scowled as he looked around the hallway. That was...different. "I'm Lieutenant Stone." He heard the whine and let out a breath. "And this is K9 Officer Sidious, but he answers to Sidi."

"Sir," she nodded to him. "...Sidi," she said to the dog. She looked back at Stone, "You were saying that you're a misogynistic bigot?"

"No, Ensign," he said, his tone growing harsh, "I said that the fictitious gossip says such." He reached down to scratch Sidi's ears.

Sidi sat. He found the good place Medicine-smell must have told him about it because she had found it first. He liked that. It was good. He was good for alpha and now alpha was rewarding him. Sidi whined a little. He'd rather have his ball! or a beef-treat. Or maybe one of the silly ducks. He glanced at the chase-prey. Or maybe to be let to bite chase-prey as was his right. He caught her! He should get to bite her. That was the bargain. He did good, he got a reward. He got to play! Tearing her apart would be fun. It would be play!

Lilou's fingers moved from her ear to her temple. "The only place I've heard it is from you, sir."

Jeremy frowned as he put his hands behind his back. "Ensign, are you again attempting to be 'cute' about this?" he asked. "If so, you need to be aware that I am told I do not have a sense of humor, therefore your efforts are...not acepted...in the spirit in which you must intend."

"No, sir. I honestly have not heard anything about you. This is the first I'm hearing about your gossip. From you." Now she was getting a headache. Why was he making such a big deal about this? She'd almost been eaten by his dog, who still seemed to want to finish the job, and she wasn't snapping at him or raising her voice. "Crewman Athlen was arrested?"

"Shore leave," he said. "Yes, he was arrested. And released." he said the last as if it were the first sign of the impending galactic apocalypse. "Many on the crew seem to consider it entertaining to concoct fabrications regarding what happened. I'm not used to someone aboard this vessel not being aware of what happened."

Sidi sat again, still watching her. Waiting for her to run. He'll chase then. Chase fast! No way she'll be able to outrun him. He sniffed. Nope, not feathers. No flying away like the silly ducks.

"Oh." She wondered what had happened with Athlen. He hadn't seemed particularly 'just-arrested' when she'd met him. She didn't know him well enough to ask him, though, and doubted very much that anyone would approach her and volunteer the information. Except, apparently, for the arresting officer. Strange. "What happened to your arm?"

Jeremy frowned as he looked around the hallway for several moments, looking particularly not at Sidi. "I was injured during a...training mishap."

"The dog bit you," Lilou translated.

Jeremy scowled. "That is not what I said, Ensign."

"My mother is a security officer, sir." She peered up at him, "And the dog just tried to bite me, so it wasn't a huge leap. Sir." She looked at Sidi, then back at Stone. Looking between them had been much easier when they'd all been on the same plane. "It may not be my place to ask, sir, but do you have a plan to keep it from biting other people too?"

"Your mother taught you to engage in wild speculation and a course of deductive reasoning based on corrollaries?" he asked. "It is part of his job to bite other people. Why would he be trained to do that particular job only to have me prevent him from carrying out his duties. Further, I am his handler, why would he have bitten me?" He stiffened. "It would be ...unfortunate... for someone to repeat their speculation regarding behavior they have only guessed at."

Lilou was not blind. She saw posture. She saw posture before she saw most other things. This was posture that she recognized. And for the first time since the whole incident had begun, her heart rate began to rise. She shut her eyes, but the panic had settled in and was making the skin around her face feel numb. Damn it. Damn it. "You may outrank me, but I am a department head. I was selected by Captain Saalm and Chief Quinn. I am of value to this ship. I am important. I am not disposable. And if you threaten me, I can fight back. I will not be threatened. Not again. I will not be bullied. I will not be bullied for having an inquiring mind. I will not be bullied for saying things that you don't like. You. Will. Not. Threaten. Me. Not for this. Not for something as stupid as this. For questions. Why is it always questions they have problems with?" She didn't realize she was speaking. She was thinking, with her eyes closed, trying to still her heart and fight the panic and not fall prey all over again. Done with this. She'd said she was done.

Sidi lept to his feet and began barking all over again, straining against his lead. Here it was: danger! Alpha! Danger to Alpha!

Jeremy stepped back, pulling Sidi with him, frowning as he fought a suddenly animated ball of fur and teeth. "What the hell?" he said, trying to pull Sidi back from whatever had set him off. "What's wrong with you?" he asked Peers.

She blinked her eyes open. She couldn't quite hear, it was like listening through cotton. She saw the dog struggling towards her again. She saw the lieutenant's mouth opening and closing. She stepped back. Then she stepped back again. What was wrong with her? He was struggling with an animal that was trying to eat her repeatedly, while threatening her for talking, and he was asking her what was wrong with her? She took another step back. She was perfectly willing to take the blame for the things she'd done wrong. She did plenty of things wrong. She hadn't done anything wrong here. She'd been running. She was allowed to run.

RUN! Sidi said, barking wildly. I'll catch you, useless two legs! I'll catch you and bite-play! And Alpha will be happy!

"Stop!" he called out to Peers. "Stop moving!"

He grabbed Sidi and picked him up so that he was on his hind legs, then wrapped one arm (the bandaged arm) under his snout and around his throat. Sidi struggled, trying to get his teeth around the arm holding him back, meanwhile still barking madly. "Out!" he commanded to Sidi, "OUT! OUT!" he screamed, into Sidi's ear.

Alpha? Stone-smell. Stop? Stop playing? But chase-prey is ready to run! I'll chase her! I'll catch her! But alpha commands to stop. He whined.

"Don't run," Jeremy said, still holding Sidi in a tight bear hug. He felt the dog's body loosening. "What happened?" Jeremy asked her. "Threaten you? Nobody threatened you."

Strange how the dog didn't frighten her. She understood it, at least to a degree. It was an animal and it was built with sharp teeth and instinct. Of course it wanted to bite her. Of course it did. She wanted to bite herself, sometimes, and anyway she probably stank of fear. She'd seen a news report or... something about that. About animals smelling fear. Somewhere. The way Klingons could. Moreso. Instincts. Strange how that was fine, but the screaming was not. Strange how teeth and impulse were just the way things were, but subtle threatening tactics and mild postural changes sent waves of panic through her system. "I have no intention of running," she said, her voice barely over a whisper, hardly to be heard under Sidi's growls and whines. Her hands felt clammy and there was a sour taste near the back of her tongue. "I have no intention of running ever again," she said, only marginally louder.

Jeremy let Sidi back onto the ground and gave him the down command. The reaction of the young woman was odd and out of proportion with the incident. "Running is excellent exercise for cardiovascular and over all physical fitness. You seem to enjoy doing it so you should not allow this incident to cause you to quit an enjoyable hobby that has such good health benefits." He continued to watch her, trying to gauge what was wrong. She had a definite anxiety and fear response to some stimuli other than Sidi's aggressiveness.

Was he... making fun of her? Was this a giant game? Pin the girl, see if you can make her cry? "From you," she clarified, flushed. "I have no intention of running from you."

"That would be advisable at the moment as Sidi sees you as a threat and would chase after you. That would not end well. However, why would you want to run away from me?" He frowned. He'd taken his medication and felt stable but was that the case? He folded his hands behind his back.

"I have a highly developed self-defense instinct," she said slowly.

"That is good," he said, frowning again. "But that does not explain why you would feel the need to run from me? It strikes me as being clinically paranoid and that would be a serious condition that you should seek help for. I found..." He frowned again as he flicked his wrist and looked at the screen. "Lieutenant Meridian seems somewhat competent and non-invasive. Though she seems to enjoy assigning homework. Perhaps you should make an appointment?"

Lilou took a deep breath and tried to imagine the still pool. One ripple expanding. Out and out and out. "It's only paranoia if they've never actually been out to get you." Slowly, her breath was coming easier. "There's no medication for experience." She met his eyes. "You're an officer of the peace and my rank superior. You should know better than to use that position to try to influence my judgement."

"That is incorrect, Ensign. As both an officer of the peace and a superior officer out is my responsibility to look out for the wellbeing of the crew and subordinates. If, in my judgment you present a clear danger to yourself or others, it is my responsibility to take you into custody and obtain a proper medical evaluation. As a superior officer my responsibility is less onerous and requires less cause. I believe you are exhibiting symptoms of anxiety based on some recent traumatic event. Without proper treatment your condition could worsen and you could become a danger to the crew or yourself." He frowned. "Were you a member of this crew during its last mission?"

"I was. But your unsolicited medical advice isn't what I was referring to when I spoke of your using your position. Sir."

"I didn't offer medical advice, Ensign, merely an observation on your behavior that was of concern. I am now advising you to contact Medical and set an appointment for treatment. I know from personal experience that allowing it to fester will only lead to worse problems. I'll trust at this time that you'll want to takes care of your mental health as well as physical health."

He crouched down to rub Sidi's side, hoping to keep the dog calm and prevent another incident.

"I am in counseling, by choice," she asserted. He was sidestepping her again. Was it incidental, or did he actually think he could distract her that easily? Her usual course of action would have been to let it go, to keep her head down and avoid the confrontation. But she was angry that she'd done so well with one confrontation only to flounder when he overstepped his bounds. And the fact that he was refusing to even recognize that was... frustrating. Blaming the entire event on her mental health, rather than taking into consideration that his actions had precipitated her reaction.

Jeremy stood, puzzled. "Then I don't understand your anger over my concerns, if you are also aware of the problem and are seeking treatment for it?"

"I am not angry over your concern. I am angry at myself for allowing myself to be frightened," she clarified. "I was frightened because I've been in the position of having officers stronger, taller, and higher up the food chain than myself use their advantages to force me to agree to lies. I am frustrated by your using your apparent concern as a means of avoiding the fact that you just tried to sway me by a cunning use of verbal bullying." She met his gaze, which might have been the bravest thing she'd managed in the last twenty-four hours. "You didn't have to threaten me, sir, obliquely or otherwise," she added, exhausted now. "I made an observation. Observations should be encouraged."

"You are distraught and mistaken, Ensign, I never asked you to agree to lying. Not did I attempt to bully or threaten you to do so. I don't understands why you would say that was the cause for your reaction."

It was like reliving her interview with her commanding officer on the Algonquin. Except here the crime was so very much smaller. "I am not mistaken," she assured him softly.

"You accuse me of asking, and then forcing, you to lie, that is very much a mistake, Ensign."

"I'm not accusing you of anything, sir. I am merely stating that I am not mistaken." She blinked, lifting her chin slightly. Her heart was starting to race again, but she was going to make it through this. She was going to stand up for herself for once. "You referred to me in the third person as 'someone' and said something 'unfortunate' might happen were I to speak of my 'speculation'."

"Where is the lie in that? It is the truth. If you were to repeat what you can only speculate as to the source of my very minor injury, the ramifications that could occur to Sidi would be very unfortunate for him. It seems, then, that if there was a threat here, it would be against him and made by your engaging in unfounded gossip."

"Me- the person who doesn't hear the gossip and wasn't planning on lodging a complaint about having almost been eaten on my evening run - was going to generate 'unfounded gossip' by making a logical deduction based on experienced phenomena?" She shook her head, which was aching now. "Your playing obtuse semantics right now is not helping."

"Ensign, I am told that I do not engage in recreational activities. I do not 'play'. Your 'logical deduction' is invalidated when I told you that I obtained the injury in a training mishap. You continue to insist that it must have been caused by my security canine. As that kind of speculation would be damaging to personnel in my department, it behooves me to inform you that I will have to take any and all appropriate actions regarding such...gossip. That is not a threat, that is a reality. However, if you understand that you have no informational basis, other than fallacious 'experience' in which to base your speculation as to the exact nature of my wound and therefore do not spread gossip damaging to one of my department members, there is no problem going forward. So, I have not asked you to lie. I have not coerced, by threat, you to lie. I have informed you of potential consequences for spreading speculative information that would be, unfortunately, damaging to one of my personnel."

Lilou squinted at him. She was tired of repeating the fact that she'd never intended to go spreading anything. She was starting to feel like she should, but it wasn't in her character. She thought about pointing out that she hadn't insisted anything. Only made an observation and then had him start snarling as much as his bloody dog. She thought about it. She didn't. "If it were proven to be untrue, it wouldn't be damaging, would it?"

"Yes, it would. After hearing the salacious information, nobody would care for the truth anymore. Sidi would be considered uncontrollably dangerous and that wouldn't just mean an expulsion from Starfleet, but his death. The stakes are too high where he is concerned for me to allow that to happen."

"With all due respect, sir. I asked you a question. I didn't proclaim my deducted reasoning to the world. With all due respect, sir, you seem to have a very low opinion of the command of the crew. And with all due respect, sir, you seem to have developed a gutter-low opinion of me. And considering I haven't been screaming or gossiping, I really don't think that's deserved. So you can arrest me for having thoughts and speaking them. Or you can admit you leapt to a conclusion as much as you think I did."

Jeremy sighed as he patted his thigh to get Sidi up and in preparation to leave. This was tedious and frustrating. He'd tried being 'soft' and 'flexible' and 'explaining' and what did it come back to? Insults, insinuations and assassinations of his character. "You, Ensign, seem to have a faulty definition of what deductive reasoning is. You also have, blessedly, been unaware of much of what is said about me. Otherwise you might understand my 'low opinion' of the crew. But I'm going to make this simple and let you know directly, superior officer to subordinate, that if you were to say anything that would cause damage to a member of my department, I will take action regarding such. Is that understood?"

He patted Sidi's side, still trying to keep him calm and distracted. He hated the way he had acted toward this woman from the beginning. It was a learning lesson for him, though, to make sure to keep confrontations from happening.

Lilou blinked once, slowly. She felt the clamminess in her hands, but this time she ignored it. There was a tightness in her throat and she swallowed past it. She repeated his words in her head, over and over and over. "I believe I am coming to understand you perfectly well, sir." She fought the impulse to lower her gaze. "As it happens, sir, department chief to department chief, I've always liked to find things out for myself, rather than just being told them. I learn from experience. Thank you. For teaching me."

Jeremy frowned, puzzled by that statement. He sighed. "I'm going to take Sidi somewhere else so that you may continue your run - which is not from me." He said, still puzzled by what she said. It had the ring of not having the same meaning as the words that came from her mouth. But...she also stated she hadn't hit her head and he'd seen no other signs of it. There were other possibilities, of course, and Sidi's behavior toward her could be accounted for if she were under the influence or in possession of unlawful narcotics, but he had no justifiable proof of that and so couldn't pursue the matter any further than suspicions. He flicked his wrist and looked at his wrist PADD. "I'm glad we've come to an understanding to prevent any future unpleasantness."

"I certainly hope that we have," she said, holding her ground, and watched him go.

Sidi walked next to Stone-smell but he wasn't happy. Chase-prey was behind him. He wanted to go back after chase-prey. Even more because chase-prey made alpha upset. That made Sidi upset. Chase-prey had become a threat to alpha! Sidi walked away, but wasn't happy about it. But! His ears perked up as he thought about it. Maybe they would go to soft-place and he could chase silly ducks! That would be fun or...BALL!

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LTjg Jeremy Stone
Chief Security/Tactical Officer/K9
USS Galileo

ENS Lilou Peers
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Galileo

Sidious MWD 7223
Security K9 unit
USS Galileo

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