Drastic Measures

by Dayton Ward

Their eyes widened in surprise at seeing Lorca standing mere meters in front of them. “You’re not the maid.” He fired.

“I’m just tired,” said Lorca, his voice low and quiet. “I’ll get to the coma later.”

“Upholding a set of ideals can be difficult, and sometimes it’s damned cruel. Being able to do that, especially during times of adversity and crisis and even great personal tragedy, is the true test of anyone privileged to wear this.” Reaching up, she tapped her chest to indicate her Starfleet uniform. “We’re bound to uphold and defend those ideals, but the harder job is living up to them.”