Osazhdat'sya
If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the precipitate. — Henry J. Tillman
That quotation, in cherrywood framed needlepoint, taunted Maranya Tatiana Valkonan the more she stared at it as it hung on her office wall.
It's not my damned fault that I can't figure out what is causing those symptoms in Mira. I'm not a divine being? and people shouldn't expect me to be.
Her soft sigh escaped her lips, and she swiveled her chair away from the wall to face the opposite way.
Yet they do. There has to be something I'm missing. Something elementary.
Another sigh slipped free.
By the Beyond, I wish I could find the answers in time to help Mira.
Something about that last thought struck a chord within her.
Time. It has to do with time.
Maranya's attention was caught by the flashing red alert bar on her flatscreen monitor.
Quarantine containment breach!
She quickly swiveled her chair back, rose from it, and rapidly strode from her office toward the makeshift control center established outside the quarantine area. Once she reached the center, she looked between the technicians there.
"Who was foolish enough to—" Her question caught in her throat when she saw a familiar blond haired man being processed through DECOM. And she belatedly remembered a whispered conversation almost a week ago on the Isle.
Alec Tuttle! By the Beyond, Sivanna's going to have my hide if you've harmed yourself! And I'll let her do it, too.
"Let me know what you find with him," the Chief of Staff declared, doing her best to keep her voice level and clinically dispassionate. Then she headed back to her office to await the results.
If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the precipitate. — Henry J. Tillman
That quotation, in cherrywood framed needlepoint, taunted Maranya Tatiana Valkonan the more she stared at it as it hung on her office wall.
It's not my damned fault that I can't figure out what is causing those symptoms in Mira. I'm not a divine being? and people shouldn't expect me to be.
Her soft sigh escaped her lips, and she swiveled her chair away from the wall to face the opposite way.
Yet they do. There has to be something I'm missing. Something elementary.
Another sigh slipped free.
By the Beyond, I wish I could find the answers in time to help Mira.
Something about that last thought struck a chord within her.
Time. It has to do with time.
Maranya's attention was caught by the flashing red alert bar on her flatscreen monitor.
Quarantine containment breach!
She quickly swiveled her chair back, rose from it, and rapidly strode from her office toward the makeshift control center established outside the quarantine area. Once she reached the center, she looked between the technicians there.
"Who was foolish enough to—" Her question caught in her throat when she saw a familiar blond haired man being processed through DECOM. And she belatedly remembered a whispered conversation almost a week ago on the Isle.
Alec Tuttle! By the Beyond, Sivanna's going to have my hide if you've harmed yourself! And I'll let her do it, too.
"Let me know what you find with him," the Chief of Staff declared, doing her best to keep her voice level and clinically dispassionate. Then she headed back to her office to await the results.