Leela lay on her bunk in her tiny cabin on her Cheetah class covert frigate. She stared at the ceiling, and tears slowly trickled down her reddened cheeks. Things were not going how she envisioned them. She should be happily married to her man. Instead she was completely alone, and worse yet, she may have ruined her hopes of having any friends in I.LAW. She had been honest, but, she had admitted to intentially bugging an I.LAW director. The fact that it was her ex-husband and she had good intentions seemed irrelevant to Shalee and Almity. She had the utmost respect for both of them, and despite her display of calm, it devastated her to have broken their trust. She really had hoped they would be friends. But how can anyone trust a person who's entire life has been devoted to selling secrets?
Leela would never betray Ryven. She owed him too much. It was really sweet that he had sought vengeance by killing her father. He even tried to keep it a secret so she wouldn't have to face it. He needn't have bothered. She knew nearly immediately and had smiled at the news. And yet, she left him. She questioned that decision nearly every day. So, here she was. Alone and lonely, crying over her own decisions. At least no one had to see her cry.
Thomas, her Electronics Systems Officer, knocked on the door. She pressed a button by her bunk and the door slid open. He stood in the doorway in his black and gold militia uniform.
"Lieutenant Henderson, what can I do for you?"
Thomas looked concerned to see her in the dark room with obvious signs of her emotional distress. He stared briefly at the empty bottle of liquor on the floor. "Captain, the crew wanted to present you with something, so I brought it up here for you."
She wiped the tears from her face and sat up, motioning for him to approach.
He strode over to stand before her and drew a gold plaque from behind his back. Engraved on its surface was her name and the inscription: "Best of them all."
She started crying again. Sometimes, it's the little things
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