Getting started,, Hitting the wall.

Posted on Mon Mar 14th, 2016 @ 7:29am by Major General Thomas Jackson

1,093 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Episode 90 - The Great Relink
Location: CO's Office, Marine Country
Timeline: MD3, 0800 hrs

On:: it was late morning. Deborah had been cleared as her break seemed to have settle into a new duel purpose personality. She was deemed able to tell right from wrong, the rest she'd have to struggle through. Amir was a slightly different story. Her basic arachnid physiology had worked in her favor, they'd been able to adapt the systems tight enough to not over dose her. This Deborah was eternally greatful for..
Calmed to a functional degree she'd dressed eat a large meal, gorging on raw pork and steak. She was shielding her emotional confusion as best she could. With padd in hand her M9 in the small of her back and Amir on her left shoulder, she was ready as could be. She made her way directly to the General's office, getting to work would help her sort things out..
The Alpha, her only choose for mate, in this time and space would have to present himself in less traumatic a fashion,if he were still even here. She needed him. Not just sexually. They were a match. Tethered in the stars by powers beyond themselves. At least that's what she believed.. Only time would show if she were a complete nutcase or finally found true fulfillment..
She was shown the General's door by a sergeant and she tapped the call chime.. Time to face the future...

Jackson was only in his office for a half hour, sipping on his coffee, when the door chime sounded. "Come!".

Deborah thought the voice was familiar. She entered properly, getting a quick scan of the room, she pivoted expertly and stopped... Her breath caught in her throat.. "Alpha??" She trembled and Amir looked rather shocked if one caught tell it...

Jackson's eyes got wide, because he recognized the woman from the previous night's incident. He was also shocked that she wore the uniform of a Marine Officer, rank of First Lieutenant. He had no clue as to why she called him "Alpha". "Actually it's Brigadier General Jackson. And you are...?"

"It was you..." She began to tremble.. "My.. Namsa.. Isa Deb..o.. She stumbled forward.. NO Not again... Things were so confusing,,, She caught herself on the arm of a short couch.. Forced herself to breath... She slipped to her knees.. "Helspa... than she fainted.....

Jax let out a deep breath. He picked her up by the arms, and sat her down on a chair. "Just focus on breathing Lieutenant. " He was tempted to go into his IFAK for a stim. "Talk to me Lieutenant!"

She shivered,, his touch,, the strength in his voice.. She breathed, he'd commanded her, whether he'd known it or not.. She wanted to please him. But this was strange and she was unsure of everything.. "I,, need,, you,," She said but was afraid to look at him. being her "boss" was different. The 'rules' applied there..

Now Jackson was getting highly annoyed. He asked himself how the hell did this officer clear medically for duty. Now if he only knew who, and what she was. "Okay Lieutenant. Snap out of this, and identify yourself. That's an order!"

She wrenched away from him.. He was angered, only slightly, but clearly she'd not hit the mark.. Amir hissed.. "Hey That's Not Nice!!!" Deborah cleared her throat and stood ram rod straight.. Perhaps life was not as she believed?? Or this was but another test of ones will.. "First Lieutenant Deborah Casion, with orders to assume command of the 3rd Combat engineers..." General..."
The stare she gave him wasn't accusatory, or angry. It was however cold.. The only thing left within her. Emptiness turned to the steel of duty.. Hoping someday to be fulfilled...

Jackson concealed his sign of relief. He quickly looked up Lt. Casion's 201 File, and her transfer orders. He spoke as he was reading it, "Lieutenant, I have no idea what is going on with you, but but I would like to send you to Councilor Delair before you embark on the orders I am about to give you."

She still wanted him, desperately so.. It was clear however the over the top events of the past days, coupled with her isolation, partial starvation and her reproductive imperative had nearly ruined her life.. She remained silent, sensing the Alpha, Her BOSS, the only man she deemed worthy of possessing her, was not finished with his opening instructions...

Jax noted the Lieutenant's interesting ancestry. That might have something to do with last night's, and this morning's behavior. "Once you have been clear billed by the Councilor, I need you to take an Engineering Detachment to our Training Depot on Kaleb III. Star Fleet Engineers have done most of the work on it already, and part of it is already in use by our line units." He handed her a PADD with the details of the base. "Two of the holodomes need completion, as well as the Flight Pod, and underground storage facility. You will need your EVA gear for this task, since the planet has not atmosphere."

"Understood General.." Try as she might being angry at him was both unfair and completely impossible for her... "I have an explanation for the past few days,, if you wish..." She moved to within a foot of his desk.. Being close to him was both, enthralling and mind numbing. She struggled to keep her actions military, even if her being was far from wanting to be so... "I have to check my gear before I can say I'm ready, it has been months since my last EVA.."

"I suspect that your issue might be genetic, but I am not an expert." Jackson replied. "I am sure you are strong enough to resolve this. "

His confidence in her was immediately. She tried and partially controlled her appreciation.. It was hard... "Yes General.." the lilt in her voice unavoidable.. "Report to councilor Delair.." "Report back to you..."

Jackson gave her a warm smile, pleased that he can get through to her. "Exactly. Dismissed."

She turned sharply on her heels, the only defense to his powerful charm. She stepped to the door and stopped as it opened. She looked over her shoulder. "I meant those three little words... Alspha..." She exited quickly before she lost control...

Jackson raised an eyebrow, not only because she forgot to salute, but because of those peculiar words she spoke upon leaving. He concluded that she was either going to become a train wreck, or one of his most interesting officers in the Division. He was hoping for the latter.

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