McAlister

=^= Kasaki Mai=^=
Three years she had been a resident of the blasted penal colony. Three
years….of which she was told that the sentence was light considering what
she did. In her opinion, her actions were justified. She honestly thought
that the men were responsible for murdering her parents. She still did
believe that even though they were found innocent. What a crock! She
thought. She should have finished them….she should have made them feel as
much pain as she did.

The pain never went away, not for a moment. It was constant, a reminder of
what was taken from her and she felt no justice had been brought other than
the small amount she inflicted before she was caught. Pausing for a moment,
her icy gaze was brought up to her arm that held a small scar from where the
knife deeply slashed her. At the time of the kidnapping, she was not aware
one of the men were armed. Placing her finger on the old injury, she traced
it, wondering if those two still had there scars she left them with. You
don’t study the minds of criminals without getting a few ideas yourself.
That was the whole basis behind her training, not to bring justice to
everyone, just to two individuals.

Once she heard the light foot steps of the female guard, she instinctively
stood up from her bunk. Tugging on the new security uniform, she smoothed
over the rest of her appearance the best she could.

The containment field lowered. The guard entered.

“McAlister, I thought the day would never come.” The guard shoved a small
duffle bag of personal effects at Savannah. She welcomed them, the last
remnants of what was a normal life up until three years ago. In the bag
housed beauty products, an extra set of clothes, and a data padd containing
a psychology book on the workings of the criminal mind. The woman sighed
outwardly, and for the first time, contentment washed over her in a small
amount.

“I’ll escort you to the shuttle that will take you to the ship.”

The ensign paused. “Well, wait….I’m supposed to be assigned to a StarBase?”

O’Hare chuckled and attempted to stifle full laughter. McAlister cocked her
head in curiosity. “Uh, yes….if you can call BoB a StarBase.”

The look of utter disappointment sank deep into her features. “BoB?”
McAlister replied meekly with a nauseating feeling rising up from her
midsection.

The guard smirked. “McAlister, did you really believe you would be assigned
to a real ship or StarBase? With your….history?”

“Yeah, guess so.” The nauseated feeling was still present, but was growing
larger by the second.

“This way.”

Savannah said nothing. She was attempting to reason why she would be sent
to a base with qualities such as StarBase Bob had been blessed with when she
just finished serving her time to erase her debt to society. Then it
dawned..... Society is not Star Fleet. A half crooked smile graced her
features. She had paid her debt to society, but Star Fleet was still
waiting. So, to fufill this requirement, they stick her in the most
delinquent place in space. This base was the bottom of the Ferengi barrell
so to speak. Well, it will be interesting.............


Ensign Savannah McAlister-Security