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This Letter will Have to Do

Posted on Wed Oct 2nd, 2019 @ 1:34am by Lieutenant Commander Jonathan Batchelder
Edited on on Wed Oct 2nd, 2019 @ 1:36am

Mission: Brief Respite
Location: Chief Engineer's Office
Timeline: Mission Day 1 at Conc

To the family and friends of Crewman Bume Prozig:

My name is Lieutenant Commander Jonathan Batchelder, Chief Engineer of the
USS Altai, where your daughter was stationed. You have by now received notification of her death in action, and have had some time to process your grief before reading this letter. At least that is my hope, and the instructions I have provided to the office of Personnel. If that is not the case, then I apologize for the abruptness and finality of this letter, and will gladly take to task whoever sent it before you received the notification.

I had met Bume in passing only a few times, she being in the Security division, and me being an Engineer. Most of these were over a quick meal or a round of cards in the Lounge. Nonetheless, she was a remarkably talented young woman, affable, and sincere in her convictions to uphold the tenets of the Federation. Truthfully, it was these convictions that lead to her untimely parting.

I commanded the away team where your daughter met her end. She conducted herself with all the professionalism of someone three times her senior, myself included. She was the first to volunteer for the mission, once she understood what was at stake.

You see, we'd met this strange new species. And they were abducted by a race of what appeared to be slavers. I'm still not sold on it that they weren't, to be honest. Nonetheless, she shed her blood and gave her life in service of this race she'd never encountered, because they were in trouble, and Starfleet helps those in trouble. I cannot think of a more fitting testament to the life of a young woman who was so tragically and suddenly taken from you.

I am no stranger to grief. I know that no words from a commanding officer will mend a broken heart. I know that no attempts at placation will allow you to pick up the pieces of your family and carry on. And I know for damn sure that someone hundreds of thousands of lightyears away sending you a letter over subspace is a paltry gesture in exchange for the life that was taken from you.

All I can say is: I'm sorry. I'm so, so very sorry. She was under my command, and I let her down. I only hope that you can find it in your hearts to forgive me.

LtCdr Jonathan Batchelder
Chief Engineer | USS


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