What lies beneath (Juraan and Kyjann)

[Juraan Ren]

Lt. jg. Juraan Ren
[USS Discovery - Counselor's office]

The silence that filled the room after Juraan had finished was discomforting. He wasn't exactly sure why the counselor stayed silent for such a long time but it started to pull at his nerves.

When Kyjann finally spoke, he found himself being addressed first. What the former Borg said was not how Juraan viewed the matter but he refrained from cutting in until he was finished. He wanted at least try to play by the rules.

After the concluding open question at the end, Juraan leaned forward to indicate he wanted to reply first. "I differ with you. I am being accused of a crime. At least when it comes to Starfleet regulations. I have received a formal reprimand along with the notion I will face a court martial if an incident with Ensign Kell happens again."

"That she was stating degrading things about me and my people seems to be tolerated by the command staff though", he couldn't help but add in a mumble, his frustration about this whole thing coming to the surface.

He glanced over to Kell. He barely got the words over his lips, but he figured he had to to help bringing the meeting to and end. "I apologize for not handing the phaser back to you voluntarily." There. He did it.

[Deryn Kell]

[ USS Discovery - Counsellor's Office ]

She saw how the Doc watched her as she talked , with a furious glare . No doubt not agreeing with her version of the event . He was soon allow to speak , and once again proceeded to depict himself as the victim of this affair . Deryn wasn't going to show much of a reaction , but she couldn't help but scoff when he called her Grandfather " one of the worst Cardassians " . Did he even know who he was ? She was ready to bet he had only heard the name Kell vaguely before , but had no real idea ...

So she grabbed that padd Counsellor Kyjann had handed her with one hand and started typing a few lines which she kept for herself until it was her turn to speak again , when the Counsellor asked her a direct question .

" Well , Counsellor , i used my training and combat skills against a fellow Officer because the latter forgot to mention that by the time our argument got physical , he hadn't just grabbed my wrist , but my collar as well and had just slammed me violently against the wall of his quarters . At that point , i didn't trust the Doctor to control himself anymore . "

She was just about done , but jumped on the occasion to make one last small point .

" Also , i would like to add that Legate Kell - my Grandfather - is not a monster . As a high ranking member of the Cardassian military , his function was essentially to " run " the military and oversee troop movements . He Himself hardly spent any time on Bajor , and the troops he sent there were following the orders of local Commanders , not his' . You make it sound like ... "

Deryn marked a brief pause .

" Like i'm somehow related to the Butcher of Gallitep , or the Prefect of Bajor ... How exactly am i suppose to take that ? "

She had seen the look on many people's face at Starfleet , especially the Bajoran and those who had had ties to Maquis sympathisers , it is basically what they thought of all Cardassians , and she was getting tired of it .

[Kyjann]

Counselor's office || USS Discovery

Ky let both members talk before addressing the doctor.

"That's because it is a crime. I'm glad you recognize the that. What you did was not okay and you know it. If there is going to be any peace between your two people, it isn't going to happen because some beaurcratic governments sign some papers. It happens right here between the no name plebs. Juraan, you know what bitterness is? It's drinking poison and hoping the other person dies. So go on. Keep being bitter. Because at the end of the day the only person it hurts, is you.

He looked to Kell, "As for you. You were trained in how to mitigate stressful and tense situations. I have a hard time believing that the only way to resolve this situation was to engage in a round of fisti-cuffs. No doubt you could have deflected the doctors grab. And really, no one cares if your grandfather was the Grand Pooba of the occupation itself. You are not your family. You are not your grandfather.

He paused for a second, "I find it rather interesting that both your people have something in common and yet you both refuse to see it."