Dealing with Your Actions
Executive Officer's Office, USS Portland
MD6, Early hours of the Morning
Authors: Lt. Cmdr. Timothy Rouse, Lt.(JR) Amata Zan, Maj. Judith Rouse (Played by Timothy Rouse)
"Are you nuts?" Judith shouted at her brother who was staring out the window. "You can't just shoot a console into oblivion."
He pulled up his shoulders. "It seemed the best solution to eliminate that sextoy." He didn't understand what all the fuss was about. First Ellen and now his sister. Who was next? Everyone agreed that they couldn't keep the new version of the EMH, but now he did something about it everyone was mad at him, or so it seemed.
"It's not like you to just grab a phaser and shoot at a machine." she said. She didn't have time to deal with this, knowing Grel would probably make a fuss about it. Just to remember her that it was her brother this time that caused a problem.
"Not like me?" he turned around and looked at her. "For weeks I've been the only sane person on this damn ship," Tim yelled at his sister. "I'm fixing everyone's problems and when I fix the largest problem you all come yelling at me because you don't like the way I handled it. Well, too bad." and he smashed his hand on the bulkhead next to him.
"Tim, what is going on with you?" Judith said on a softer tone. She'd seen Tim lose his temper before, but only when they were still children. He'd never lost his temper with work. For as far as she knew that is. "Come on, talk to me!"
"Nothing is going on. What is it with you woman always thinking something is wrong." he yelled, unintentionally revealing part of the discussion he had with Ellen earlier. He kept stating at his sister, anger in his eyes. At the sound of the doorbell he didn't look up, but did yell "What?"
Amata opened the door and entered the Executive Officer’s office without any further invitation, stopping in front of the entrance, presenting himself with nearly ideal military professionalism, back straight and hands clasped behind him, his expression revealed that he had heard the yelling. The Bajoran scanned the two people in the room occupying the room before nodding before both of them, seeming to take special notice of the Commander’s body language. With a nod to each, he made his introduction, “Lieutenant Commander Rouse and Marine Captain Rouse, I’m Lieutenant Amata, Assistant Chief Security Officer.” His hip was noticeably lacking the expected phaser.”
Focusing his attention solely on the red trimmed Rouse, Amata got directly to the matter of things, “Sir, I’m here to discuss the incident that occurred in Sickbay at roughly 2200 Hours.” His tone, while polite, left no room to believe that this was a request.
Tim broke contact with his sister and looked at the person just having entered his office. "And what incident would that be?" Tim asked sarcastic.
"Oh, don't act stupid." Judith on a louder then second before. "Oh, to hell with it." turning towards the assistant chief. "I've had it. Maybe you can get some sense to him." Judith stormed to the door.
Tim, even more angry by his sister's unprofessional show, took a deep breath and pointed to his desk. "Shall we take a seat?"
After watching the female sibling leave, Amata hesitated as he looked towards the desk and chairs, was well aware he had a more effective presence while standing. Unfortunately, the riled up human’s position still demanded that proper respect and courtesy be shown, “My thanks, sir.” One could almost believe he hadn’t just witnessed the younger Rouse storm passed him.
Walking over to the desk and taking his place in the guest seat, the Lieutenant never took his eyes off of the Rouse, his eyes continuing to take in every detail the man offered him; he made effort to be subtle, “I trust you understand the weight of the situation we have on our hands, Commander, and delicate nature your position on the ship creates.”
"You mean the fact that I am your superior officer?" Tim asked well aware that was what the security officer meant.
“Yes, because you are this vessel’s Executive Officer. Any other member of the crew would be in the brig right now had they done what you did,” Amata kept his voice flat, “Grel wanted to come up here with a Security team, and he wouldn’t have been wrong to do so.”
"We don't put crewmembers in the brig for obeying orders, Lieutenant." Tim said. Why was Meru the only one that did support him? "As for Grel, I think he has other problems to handle. Let him do his own job properly first, before he tells me how to do mine."
"Huh, really?" laughed Amata without any sign of amusement, "I'd like to hear your orders, sir. To the word please, no paraphrasing." He shifted in his seat, "Since I'll be the one telling my direct SO to do his job properly."
Tim stood up and stared out the window for a moment before turning back towards Amata. "The captain told me to get rid of the EMH. If you check your security logs, Lieutenant, you will see that the EMH program was accessed and altered within the past 72 hours." Turning back towards Amata, he stood next to his chair, striking a physically intimidating pose as he leaned on his desk. The domineering disciplinarian wasn't really him, but despite his friendship with and respect for Alenis, but all the antics going on around him over the past few weeks were beginning to seriously grate on him and it was starting to show. Another shore leave was in order, or perhaps even better, a mandatory boot camp for some of the curious characters around him.
"Now, before you inquire any further," continued Tim, "the alterations to the EMH were approved by the Captain and were of a very personal and delicate nature. Details of those modifications have been kept off report and on a strict need to know basis, and quite frankly, you don't need to know and neither does Grel." Removing his hands from his desk, he stood up to his full 1.9 metre height and continued looking down at the Lieutenant. "I was instructed by the captain to ensure that the program was deleted, and given the nature of this program, the most thorough and discreet way to do that was by physically destroying the console on which it was stored. So, you and Grel have a choice, Lieutenant. You can throw me in the brig and then explain to the captain -- who is very busy and knowing how she feels about Cardassians, not in the best of moods -- why you removed her executive officer from command in the middle of an important mission, or you can follow orders and refrain from sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. But before you make your decision, consider that I had already spoken to the captain about this and that she concurs with and is grateful for my actions."
"So, any questions, Lieutenant?" he asked, emphasizing the security officer's lower rank. He hated having to pull rank like this and his hands were trembling slightly. His leadership style was more collaborative, but given the nature of the hologram, he didn't have much of a choice but to cut off any curiosity at the pass if he was to avoid besmirching Alenis' honour.
Amata took a moment to just stare at the standing commander; a brief flash of novelty in his eyes as he looked up at the tall human, it had been a long time since someone had tried to physically intimidate him with their size. However, any feelings of amusement quickly vanished as he looked down at Rouse’s shaking hands, “As I said, Lt. Grel wished to come up her with a team to arrest you, until we were sure you were not a danger to those aboard, which is part of his job. I convinced him that the same could be determined by me talking to you.”
Pushing his chair back, the Lieutenant then back stepped beside it so he could politely push it back to the executive officer’s desk, “If you take a moment to remove yourself from your own agitation and privilege, you’ll be able to see how other members of the crew might not consider opening a weapons locker and firing a phaser in the middle of sickbay to be subtle.” While it was possible that standing as Rouse had would only give the other male an excuse to escalate, Amata truly only knew one thing about the man and he had to consider his own well-being, “Or safe.”
Amata then quickly shifted gears before any response could be given, asking the question that Rouse had only rhetorically invited him to ask, “How was Ensign Barclay involved?”
Tim blinked with his eyes to the sudden change of subject. "Barclay?" It took him mere seconds to understand the question fully and find the answer. "She happened to be present in Sickbay when I went there to deactivate the EMH." He said, leaving out the bit where she technically didn't obey his orders giving him no other choice to deactivate it the way he had.
"I'm sure Ensign Barclay's account will be the same," Amata let go of the chair and stood up straight, his hands clasped behind his back, the same image he had presented before he and Rouse begun their little chat, "And like you said, Commander, there is nothing to be done if it doesn't, since the Captain approved of your methods." He took a moment to pause, "Besides, I've taken enough of your time. Though if you will permit me, sir, I'd like to offer some advice, unofficially." The Bajoran's right hand appeared from behind his back and removed his commbadge, "I promise it's friendly."
Reluctant he nodded, giving the man permission to speak his mind, trying hard not to react to the suggestion Tim hadn't spoken the truth. What kind of advise could someone have that was questioned his Executive Officers word...
"There's obviously something bothering you, and whether you or the Captain want to admit it, it affected your judgement in sickbay. Make an appointment with the Counselling Department and work through your issues; you have access to weapons bigger than a hand phaser, and problems far worse than an EMH," Amata tapped his commbadge back onto his duty jacket, "Now with your leave, sir, I'm running Security's gamma shift."
"You are excused," Tim said, more relieve then normal. He had a feeling that the woman in his life would recommend the same thing about seeing a counselor. After the Security officer left he took a deep breath and let himself fall in his chair, waiting for the next piece of trouble to arrive.