SIM:Lt.JG Jackford Kolk - Breakdown: Difference between revisions

<center>''After the unexpected threat of being attacked by (a slightly insane, thanks to his Borg implant) Lt. Commander Danny Wilde at the wedding of Lieutenant J.G. Ro Adair and Lt. Commander Ben Walker, Jack deals with conflicting emotions as best he can.''</center>

((Twilight's Edge, DS17 - Stardate 238411.16))

'''Rogers''': Well I would suggest varying your routine as much as possible. Stay in other people's company all the time. I have an idea about tracking Commander Wilde that hopefully will alert me anytime the two of you are in close proximity.

'''Kolk''': Sounds reasonable.

'''Parker''': You should probably change your shifts too.

((Lt. J.G. Parker's Quarters, Deck 4, USS Ronin - Later))

'''Kolk''': Yeah, sure. Breakfast in the Double Shot with Jhen. Fine...

<nowiki>::Briskly, he shoved the cart down the corridor to the cargo turbolfit and from there back to the cargo bay it'd come from. Leaving it there, he walked the halls, looking for someplace dark to hide away, out of the way of people who might come to talk him through whatever was bothering him. He knew that no one would be looking for him, that no one beside Addy even knew anything was wrong, but nonetheless he didn't want to be found. Eventually, he wound up crouching on the floor of his office adjacent to Main Engineering, knees in his arms, hiding under his desk, all the lights off. He was afraid and shivering with emotions he couldn't untangle; he didn't know why, and that only made it worse. A large part of his psyche longed for someone to come looking for him--Addy, Jhen, Jarod, anyone--to prove that he mattered to someone, that he was significant and loved. But the fear held him there, under a desk where no one would look. After a number of hours had passed, his exhaustion got the better of him and he lost consciousness in his little cave, slumped over on his side.::</nowiki>

((Beneath the Assistant Chief Engineer's Desk, USS Ronin - Stardate 238411.17))

<nowiki>::The lights dimmed significantly and it was much better. He could comfortably open his eyes all the way and see what was on the tray in front of him. There were a few insulated containers, obviously someone had left him food and a couple drinks, but what interested him most was the PADD. He picked it up and tapped the darkened screen. When it brightened, displaying the message, "You looked like you needed some comfort food. But I wasn't sure if you drank tea or coffee. -Cara Maria. P.S. Smile." Jack felt the tears he'd been begging for all night start to flow like rivers from both eyes. Nearly unable to speak because of all the fluids in his nasal cavities, he stumbled over the name, shocked.::</nowiki>

'''Kolk''': ::whispering:: thank you...

<nowiki>::There were a few Engineering messages, most likely saying "Nothing's wrong. Why don't we go somewhere to get shot up so I can have work to do?" etc. One from Sarah that actually made him laugh. It simply said, "Get your work done, or else..." He smiled as he typed his reply, "What work? There's nothing to fix and I did all my evals when we docked." oO ...while I was waiting for Addy and Jhen to wake up. Oo When he sent the message, a twinge of sadness slowly reclaimed his face as he thought of how Addy must be feeling. He checked the time and was sad to find he was far too late to meet her and Thelev for breakfast... and if it hadn't been shoreleave, he'd have missed half his shift already; good thing it was optional at the moment... He was such an idiot. How had he gotten like this? Looking back at the screen, he noticed the one message he hadn't been expecting. It was from the new counselor, audio. He played it and listened with a crinkly above his nose.::</nowiki>

'''Ehlanii''': =/\= Lt. JG Kolk. This is Ensign Ehlanii, the Ship's Counselor. Your file has been passed on to me, and I am hoping to schedule an appointment at a time convenient for you. Please contact me at your earliest convenience. Sincerely, Ensign Ehlanii. =/\=

<nowiki>::He was a complete disaster, and he hadn't even checked his hair yet. If he knew his hair, it would look like a Kazon had a bad hair day. And feeling the way he did right now, he wasn't in the mood to rush through a shower. He needed to give the hot water time to wake him up and wash the fear and sadness out of him, at least a little.::</nowiki>

((Lt. J.G. Kolk's Quarters, Deck 4 - A Bit Later))

'''Thelev''': =/\= Thelev to Kolk. How's things, Jack? =/\=

((Counseling Office, USS Ronin - A Short While Later))

Lieutenant J.G. Jackford B. Kolk<br>

Assistant Chief Enginner<br>

''[[USS Ronin]]'' NCC-34523<br>