Spock tried, too

Reassure

S'Chess knew when she heard the shot of a phaser go off from Istak's office that S'Chev was terminated. Istak would not go easily but anyone around her would be the first to go. She waited outside until she came back out appearing to be convinced of some undeniable fact that was going to be true. Which, at all, was fall. Only Nixon went to China. Only a fool goes into the dark distance. S'Chess feared their commander had become a fool. A mad one in fact. She understood the mob lyrics better than before as of this moment from The Beauty and the Beast, the live action movie from the 21st century, that was highly pirated in the empire.

Istak faced the Romulan Centurion.

"You are now a sub-commander," was all Istak said.

"It is my honor," S'Chess said.

"You are to inform the others of this," Istak said. "and make sure they know what happens to those considering."

"I will be sure to remind them," S'Chess said. A smile danced on Istak's face.

"Excellent," Istak said, going past the woman back into her office.

S'Chev should be the one commanding the others not S'Chess. She was the one who rallied others around her. She had this touch about her. S'Chev and S'Chess were best friends in their childhood. They had swore to each other to serve on the same assignments and have each others backs. What was the point of choosing someone who did not get along with everyone? Istak had the reports of the numerous conflicts that resulted in the cafeteria. S'Chess had different ideals than the other men and women. Not because Romulans were known as the noseless even when they did have noses, but she did not have the courage to rebel against the commander. Sure the commander was mad. But that would be rebelling against the empire. The empire had left a void lingering inside. A part of her heart felt like it was dead. S'Chess straightened herself up.

She would be tall in the memory of her friend.

At least in public.

Where no one can see just how destroyed hearing the death of her companion was.

S'Chess walked away from the doorway acting on autopilot. She brushed past by security personnel, not showing a sign of emotion on her face, not a tremble not a shake. She exited her way into her quarters where the door closed behind her. Her back met the wall as tears started to force themselves out of her eyes. She lowered her head and weeped into her hands. Clear, transparent tears rolled down her dark cheeks landing into the palms of her hands. This should never have happened. The commander was incompetent of command. A sound, reasonable commander would never start a war in this manner. Her best friend in the quadrant was gone and she was under the command of a murderer. She raised her head back up with blood shot eyes reeling herself back up onto her feet.

She took her golden helmet off then placed it onto the table.

S'Chess sat down at the desk in a chair.

It felt like the strength she had to face the rest of the crew was gone.

She was miserable.

She needed an hour, at most, alone before going to facing the rest. To inform them that she was not a centurion. She was their sub-commander. The one who had faith and loyalty in her by the rest of the crew. What she did not have at all. She did have others who liked to hang out with her and be her friend but being under command was a entirely different story. She took out a holophotograph of her and S'Chev as little girls together. Her older brother had taken it. The door slid open to reveal two other comrades, Bete and Potax. The doors closed behind the two. They took their helmets off revealing their dark curled hair that had a bowl shaped hair cut similar to the Vulcans. Botax had a long chin while Potax had a short chin and a athletic body. The two had their helmets tucked under their arms. They were Lieutenants.