The Fall of Medical

Posted on Fri Mar 20th, 2020 @ 3:48pm by Lieutenant Martin 'Pharma Bro' Shkreli

Mission: Mission 103: The Rumblings of Discontent
Location: Various Locations - USS Solemn Penance
Timeline: 0900Hrs, August 21st 2393

Doctor Martin Shkreli was sitting in his office, as he scowled at the report in his hand, it was the extent of the injuries regarding the brawl that had just taken place almost an hour earlier. "Idiot reservists!" he growled. "Fucking clowns!" he added as he slapped the PADD down onto the tabletop before him. "Are they trying to blow my cover?" he asked the empty walls. "I am surrounded by fucking idiots who do not realize the importance of my work." as he decided that he needed to refocus on what he was doing and not cleaning up after idiots who had already outed themselves as belonging to a quasi-terrorist organization. He shook his head.

He turned as he sighed. "Fucking imbeciles..." as he turned to the replicator that was behind him. "Two glasses of water. Five degrees Celsius." he lifted the two glasses before he drank one of them before placing it back onto the shelf of the replicator, he recycled it. In truth, he had been triggered with the events of the last hour or so as he had almost had his cover blown by a few of the other human defense league moles aboard the USS Solemn Penance, he had believed in the idea of human supremacy and that humans were the ones who created the Federation. The idea that humans were better than anyone else really did appeal to him, he prefered the things the way they were and not the way that they could have been with the other species out there overpopulating and polluting all of the worlds that should belong to humanity.

Since he was a small child. Shkreli had seen human colony after human colony get screwed over for whatever reason, human colony after human colony fall prey to some genocidal alien species intent on exterminating humans from the galaxy and through all of this, the Federation had continued to sit back and do nothing to protect these numerous human colonies, well the Human Defense League had set about making changes to this state of events in the galaxy. Skherli was not the only one who was on this ship, there were others across other ships in Starfleet and elsewhere, their intention was to learn as much as they could and then take that information back to their friends in the League so they could build up their own ships and infrastructure.

Shkreli frowned when he recalled his orders as the leader of the Taurus Reach Wing of the League explained to him over dinner one night. Nothing but humans in the establishment and the building, no aliens anywhere which suited Shkreli just fine. He knew he was more overzealous then many other humans were, most of them were happy to tolerate aliens in their midst and some even were friends with aliens, believing that they could elevate others to humans levels of thinking and way of doing things.

Shkreli was not as such, he was of the type that humans should rule over everyone else and they should be doing the dirty work, the wet-work and the grunt work for their human masters, since, in his eyes, humans had founded the Federation, then humans had built up the Federation over the years and decades, the Romulans had declared war against humanity. Humanity had defeated the Romulans with their own technology and their superior tactics, despite the fact that the Romulans used cloaking technology.

The Com system suddenly beeped at him. "Bridge to Skherli?"

Shkreli paused as he tapped his combadge. "Go ahead bridge?"

The answer was not what he was expecting. "You have an incoming message from the Bastet colony, it's on a civilian carrier wave."

"Understood bridge. I'll take it down here." Shkreli said evenly as he sighed softly, he knew what was coming as he tapped the display.
The message activated as this was clearly realtime and not send as a playable message.

Brody hung his head over his sink in response to the name. He and his father had not spoken for several years. Their last conversation was heated and led to a rift in the family he had left. His hands clenched the desk edge until his knuckles turned white. He took a deep breath and sat in front of his console. "Computer, on screen."

Shkreli's father Blake appeared in front of him. He was a harsh looking man, with aged wrinkles, slicked back salt and pepper hair and an unkempt goatee. His image conjured immediate feelings of anger and resentment. His father had aged terribly over the last couple of years. No doubt an occupational hazard. "Hello, Martin." Blake Sherli addressed his son.

"What do you want?" Shkreli said not hiding the venom in his voice.

Blake responded with equal disgust. "Hello...Lootenaunt." He emphasized his rank, letting Shkreli know that he was trying to be insulting. "I figured you'd be a Captain by now. At least a Commander like your uncle."

"I'm happy where I am. What is this about?" Shkreli made it clear he did not want to prolong the conversation. "Get on with it, already..."

Blake let out an annoyed, brief chuckle. "I see you were recently on Luna."

"What of it?" Shkreli had no idea where the conversation was headed.

"I just wanted to thank you for not looking in on your sister. Whatever your motivation, it was for the best. She is happy in her life and to have you swoop in and bring your special brand of chaos would just upset the balance of things."

Shkreli was furious. "Give it a rest old man, why can't you die already... "

"Look, I'll keep this brief. Your sister, Paige, is getting married. She will invite you. I want to you graciously decline. I don't care how or why. Just stay away Ensign." The older man had a look of disgust on his face.

"If my sister invites me, of course, I'm going to show. Why would you wish to stop me?" Shkreli could no longer contain his disdain.

"Look, son, you are a disaster. You've had a rough childhood, I'll grant you that. But you've squandered every opportunity afforded you in adulthood. You could have had your own command had you applied yourself. Instead, you've become a career Ensign. You have more reprimands than commendations in your jacket and spent more time in the brig than in situations that would get you promoted. You are a disappointment and a liability, Shkreli. Your sister has excelled. Please leave her be."

Shkreli felt the urge to lose his temper, while he said nothing.

After a brief pause, the man interjected. "Have I made my point, son?"

Shkreli had had enough. "I am not your son!." Shkreli snarled back. "You made that clear the last time we talked, do not call me again! go fuck yourself old man.". and with that, he hung upon his father.

Shkreli's father had lost most of his family to a non-human's stupidity, a cargo transport had gone down and had killed most of the people aboard, what was worse was that the pilot had been a member of the Caitian species, he had also been arrested for negligence and had been convicted of those same charges. But he was permitted to improve himself inside the jail and when he was released, he went home, back to the Caitian homeworld to not bother anyone else. Shkreli had felt that justice had been denied as he had felt the Caitian in question should have been punished much more severely.

When Martin had grown up with his father, after the loss of his mother and brother, Blake had gotten bitter and angry, he had also taken his rage out on anyone who did not agree with him for any reason, his primary target had been Martin but everyone else in Martin's life had also taken a measure of the abuse as well. Blake had never shown any mercy or remorse after his other son and his wife had been slain, Martin had not been given a chance to mourn his mother or his brother.

'Stop it!' he chided himself for his moment of foolishness. 'Her is a weak-willed maggot and you are stronger than this.'