Troublesome Aftermath

Katla had literally just finished putting the 'submit' button on the rewarding page for the slaves when there was a chime at her door.

"Commander Irene Redwall here to see you ma'am." Jaclyn announced helpfully. "Its urgent."

Katla sighed, "Send her in." If a fleet's chief medical officer wanted to see you out of regular hours claiming something was urgent it was rarely good. “I have a feeling this will take a bit. Feel free to head off for a while.” Katla granted, “Standard privacy sensors should be enough without you.” Her aide was in the small antechamber of the state-room helping sort the various documents that kept the fleet running. As Katla expected she didn’t protest the order to scram for a little while. No doubt Ravenna would be waiting. Jaclyn thought she was being so clever about her ‘secret’ relationship with the pretty black-haired Viking woman. Katla still didn't know which of them had made the first move at the party and was content to pretend ignorance.

Briefly distracted by thoughts of her aide's little fling she was slightly surprised as the door opened, admitting the battle group’s chief medical officer. As usual for the medical corps she was wearing a simple white coat rather than her navy uniform. Her brown hair done back in a ponytail. She also still had her smart specs on. The glasses capable of feeding detailed health information on the go about every part of the body even beyond what a standard collar allowed.

"Please tell me there isn't some kind of unseen plague happening on the fleet." Katla said, only half joking. Motioning for the doctor to take a seat across from her small workstation. The doctor nodding and taking a seat

"Nothing quite so severe Commodore." Redwall replied after she got herself settled. "It’s something a bit out of my usual purview, a discipline matter on the Nightsong. I’m here to brief you on its details as I was already on-board.”

“Someone trying to raid the drug storage?” Katla asked.

No. Its about a slave.” The doctor was clearly pulling something up and began to read once she found it. “At 0300 ship time the medic stationed aboard Nightsong, Sergeant Treja,” It took Katla a brief moment to remember Avalon’s military shared medical personnel. Using army ranks for enlisted and navy ranks for officers. “declared a slave off limits under the provisions of medical authority 13-2." Which basically meant the medic believed that a rest was necessary for the slave's health according to the quick summary Katla pulled up with her collar. "She had full authority to make that judgement and declaration." Redwall explained. “One of the main issues is that she was wrong. The slave, while covered in ejaculate was still in fine condition and fully capable of performing in a stress-relieving manner for the crew. She had been provided ample hydration and had been given breaks for nutritional intake and rest which the medic was unaware of."

“So she looked a lot worse than she was." Katla surmised. "How was her mental state?”

“Good, this is her second enslavement so she has a full understanding of her duties and responsibilities and was having no difficulties with fulfilling them.” Redwall said.

“But, considering that we’re here instead of you maintaining the health of the fleet and me plowing my new slave into the cushions I take it the issue was with someone else.” The lead-up made it clear what had happened. Someone had taken liberties when the slave should have been allowed to rest undisturbed. The question was why it had been brought to her attention. Isabella or Rebecca should have been able to handle it at the ship level.

“I’m afraid so.” The doctor’s eyes moving ever so slightly indicating she was turning a page that Katla couldn’t see. “At 0330 ship time, Petty Officer Edith York went to the showers, removing her interface collar and placing it on a rack outside the shower room. She then proceeded within where she found the slave making use of the shower. When she requested services, the slave informed her that she was able to decline under the aforementioned medical provision. York, upon observing her condition believed her to be lying.”

“Instead of a simple demand for the truth which would have verified by collar compulsion York did demand and then force service immediately, requiring the slave to give her fellatio to completion and then struck the slave repeatedly across the rear claiming deception. At 0355 the slave reported the incident to Ensign Erica Bridges, who confirmed the medical hold with Sergeant Treja.”

“Due to her previous good conduct and service Petty Officer York was offered non-judicial punishment. She would surrender share for this operation and be put on probation whereby she would suffer loss of rank and forfeiture of pay in the event of another infraction. She declined this. She then proceeded to demand Commodore’s Mast as is her right due to her rank and distant relation to House Bridges.” She saw the question. “Yes, Ensign Bridges is of that house.” Which meant that some level of family had been the one to follow up on the complaint. Probably an extremely distant relation considering the petty officer wasn’t nobility. The two of them being on the same ship wasn’t likely to be a coincidence.

“Sorry for being the ignorant foreigner but how bad is this from an Avalonian outlook?” Katla asked, Asgard had a bit of a divergent justice system depending on whose crew you were a part of. Each had core tenets but there was a wide variety of discretion in application. In the most extreme crews this would be considered a case of rape. Most others would run the gamut of slap on the wrist to glory hole duty or full-service enslavement for a few days. Possibly without birth control.

“Personal or professional?” Redwall asked.

“I’ll take both.”

“Personally I would throw the book at her Commodore.” Redwall’s voice got a sudden edge. “My people are good at their jobs. To disregard a slave bold enough to claim medical supervision without checking first is the height of either arrogance or negligence. Especially for an NCO. An example should be made. I don’t suggest taking her off birth control but perhaps a few days with her collar fully active and a short transfer to our supply freighter would help give her some perspective.” Redwall sighed

“Professionally however this will be seen as a relatively minor incident unless you make it otherwise. She would have been wise to accept Captain Ceije’s judgment, but she thinks you will be more lenient.” So in other words it would set a tone.

“Thank you Doctor Redwall. I’ll have to speak with Petty Officer York before I make my final decision. I appreciate you coming here.” Recognizing the dismissal Redwall gave the usual pleasantries and departed. Leaving Katla to arrange a call to the Nightsong.