"History of Violence Part 4: Ending"

Posted on Sun Oct 24th, 2021 @ 1:56am by

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: USS Endeavour
Timeline: 2382
1128 words - 2.3 OF Standard Post Measure

By
Lt.JG Robert Alexander
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer

Lieutenant JG Sorcha Kavanagh
Counselor

With

LT. JG Liam Borgia
Security officer

=/\= Kavanagh Cabin =/\=

Sorcha had been nursing sick children, and basically ignoring what was
going on outside her cabin for the past few days. She had, had one
conversation with Jordan concerning Anastasia Borgia and knew things
were slowly going down hill in the woman's personal life. And there
was nothing either of them could do about it.

She had gone into her office for an hour that very morning and had
hated every moment there. She had never thought she could hate her
work but she did, and it scared her. She could not stand it anymore.
She carefully tidied her desk and had returned to her children.

Now it was midnight and she was looking into other job paths. She was
sitting in her living room reading over different file courses she
could undertake. Careers that would give her more time with her
children. And would not cause her so much stress. She had loved her
job. Had adored it. Why had the Endeavor changed that so much? When
had it changed?

Sighing she turned a page and listened for her girls to call her if
they had nightmares or could not sleep. She shivered and pulled a
blanket over her shoulders. She hated getting sick and she knew she
was getting sick. The fever had started and she felt stuffy. But she
struggled through her reading.

She closed her eyes twenty minutes later and sighed. She would rest
for a bit and then go check on the girls….

=/\= 2 hours later =/\=

The sound of a transporter work her. "Wh—What?" She asked groggily
looking towards the sound. And stared as she struggled to wake fully.

A man had appeared before her. His arms were full of a long haired
figure. Her unfocused gaze and the blood dripping off her dangling arm
told the story.

Liam Borgia stepped forward and deposited the body onto Sorcha's lap.
His wife's unseeing eyes gazed at the shocked and stunned counselor.
"You wanted her Counselor?" he asked coldly. "Here she is yours.
Worthless to the end." And then he beamed away.

Sorcha pressed a hand to the woman's throat. No pulse. "Gods no." She
breathed softly. "No. Anastasia!" She gently laid the body on the
floor and attempted CPR on her. Panicked she called for Help.
"Computer, Alert Security! Alert Medical! HELP NOW!"

But after 10 minutes there was still no response from Anastasia as
Sorcha labored to try and save her, knowing it was already too
late. Tears rolled down Sorcha's face as she tried to remain calm but
it was a loosing battle. Her hands shook, her voice was just as shaky
as she begged Anastasia to hold on and that help was coming.

She was so consumed with her panic and the woman before her that she
did not hear the doors open behind her.

Robert ran in as he seen the body. "This is a code white." He tapped
his combadge. "Alexander to transporter room, transport two to medical
bay, alert the CMO."

"Aye sir."

Robert watched as both women were transported away. He knew what and
who, now all he needed was to catch him.

=/\= Somewhere Else On The Endeavor =/\=

Liam Borgia entered another cabin and looked around. The counselor
named Jordan was his next target. He had not killed the other
counselor because he wanted her to suffer in a different way. He was
going to make the one who started the problems pay. Jordan was asleep
in her bed when he slipped into her room.

Death would come quickly to her that he would promise her.

He raised his phaser and fired. One shot. Straight into her heart.
Killing her instantly.

Turning he left the cabin and walked away as if nothing was wrong.

Running down the hall, the computer alerted him of the phaser fire, and
met him in the corridor. "Put down the weapon Lt."

Liam turned to face Robert. "No." He replied raising it to aim at him.
"She caused my wife's death. As did that other bitch of a counselor."

"No one was the cause of her death but you." Robert replied. "Now put
the weapon down."

"Why?" Liam hissed. "You are going to kill me anyway."

Within a few seconds he tapped his combadge, opening a direct link to
the chief, and Captain. "I do not intend to kill you, but you need
help." He stated could have been something was wrong beyond his
control, but he doubted it.

Liam snorted. "I was fine until those counselors stuck their noses in
Robert. And I tell you now, that they will both end up like my wife."
He fired at Robert, enough to drive him back.

Robert was able to dodge the first one, and shot his. Hit him right square in the chest. Heavy stun. He wasn't dead, just taken out.

Liam's form was dragged to the brig by other officers.

==

Sorcha had been pulled from the Body by medical officers and told to wait in the waiting area. A nurse had handed her a towel but Sorcha could barely think straight enough to wipe the blood off her hands and arms. She sat silently, shivering in the waiting room, staring at the floor. She was replaying the events of the night in her mind.

==="You wanted her Counselor? Here she is yours. Worthless to the end."===

Sorcha bit her lip. She had done as she was told, taken it to Security and the Xo. But Anastasia was dead. Dead because Jordan and her had chosen to interfere to try and stop Liam.

==="Gods no. No. Anastasia!"===

Without seeing she looked at her hands, blood stained them.

=== “Hold On Anastasia please hold on, help is coming!”===

Sorcha’s stomach rolled and she bolted to the nearest head where she lost what little was in her stomach. Finally coming back out Sorcha saw a body bag being taken into the morgue followed by another one from Medical. Coughing she sought out a nurse to find out what else had happened. The news shocked her. Jordan, Jordan Kline was dead. Sorcha stumbled back into the waiting area. Gods… Jordan… no…

Sorcha collapsed onto the nearby chair and pulled her knees up as she coughed slightly. Jordan, Anastasia… Was Liam coming after her now? After her children? Why didn’t he kill her when he came to her cabin? Why spare her but Kill his pregnant wife and Jordan Kline?

Sorcha sat there silently, coughing every now and then, shivering while more confusing thoughts went through her head.

ooc: This story took place years ago for this character. There will be ramifications.