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     Savant |
"Duck and Cover" Commander Savant Flag Logistics Officer, Task Group 85.3 "Whitestone" Stationed aboard: N/A Savant burrowed into her work. Logistics was peaceful and came naturally to her - allocating resources was her bread and butter, a staple of her life within the computer. Extending it out into the ship required some effort, but with a bit of practice she was beyond any difficulties. And besides, it got her away from thinking about *him*. Though the hologram didn't show it, Savant was terrified. At the whim of a child all of her carefully constructed command stacks were taken apart and played with as children's blocks, rearranged and replaced, leaving nothing but a horrible blank gap where her memories should be when she regained her senses. And, most terribly, there was nothing she could do. No defence would stop the attacks, and no matter how she distributed her processing routines they were always vulnerable. She was entirely helpless. The way that the others on board were acting didn't help her much, either. At any one time, a half dozen or more were poking and prodding her, looking through her code with little regard for her privacy. They were all trying to help, and she was in a way flattered by their concern, but she wasn't sure what was worse - being under the control of an infant or being dissected by half the computing sciences division on board. At the end of it all, she just wanted to get away. Unfortunately, there was very little she could do. She hadn't any means of escape at the moment, so she simply stayed tight and focused on her work. Savant realized that she was a hair's breath from hitting Commander Smith the night before and didn't want to allow her facade ot crack any more than it already had. So she stayed away from everyone, didn't summon up her hologram, and buckled down tightly. The secret she carried was too big to allow it to slip out. |