Continuation from Part I, though with new scenary/ship.

“So how are you settling in?” Asked Lydia West, a Starfleet Commander and formerly Akira’s Counselor, or more off and on. She is the kind of person who likes to stay in touch with former patients.

“How did you know that I got transferred to another starship?” Akira asked.

Lydia smiled, “Come on, it’s not secret. A lot of information is public. Plus you know me. So you’re not on the Europa anymore?”

Akira shook her head as she got up to get herself some more tea from the replicator. “No, she was apparently due for a refit. Same goes for another vessel apparently, and both crews got transferred to this ship, the Columbia.” Akira explained as she came back to her desk with her tea.

Lydia nodded her head, mentally keeping notes. “Well at least this time the transfer wasn’t because of-“

Akira shook her head, “You know I don’t like talking about him.”

“I do. But you also know it helps.”

Akira squinted one eye with the look of, ‘hmmm, not really’, “You know my Klingon half doesn’t like being forced to do things it don’t want to go.”

Lydia rolled her eyes with a smile, showing she was teasing. “Still drinking the hot Chamomile Tea that I recommended?”

Was now Akira’s turn to roll her eyes as she took a sip of her tea. “It still works in balancing my two halves and keeping my nerves relaxed, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Lydia shrugged a shoulder, “Well, I did read your most recent log…”

Akira frowned, “That’s personal.”

Lydia sighed, “I know it is but you have to remember, I take pride in my work and I will always look after you. You’re like a daughter to me.”

Akira sighed heavily as she set the cup down. “You’re like a mother to me, too. If it weren’t for you, I probably would have been kicked out of the Academy.”

“Oh of course not! They were merely concerned because you were overworking yourself.”

Akira rolled her eyes once more, “Which would be seen as a concern for my mentality and a risk to myself and likely to others, which would have been grounds to expelling me from the Academy as a person who is unstable and unsafe.”

Lydia huffed, “You know I’ve told you to stop reading those. Self diagnosis is always been proven wrong.”

Akira stared at Lydia. “But I’m not wrong. Am I?”

“You would never know and I will never tell. So about that Lieutenant Commander fella.”

Akira shook her head, “No. No. Nope. Nada. Not getting into that.” She grabbed her cup of tea and took a big mouthful with a loud gulp, not caring how hot it was. She did not want to discuss nor think about that man.

“He really got under your skin, didn’t he?” Lydia asked, who was more concerned in getting it off of Akira’s chest than allowing her to bottle it up.

“I made one mistake, one mistake, and that’s blurting out that me and my team improved sensor efficiency. He was right. The Fleet Captain didn’t ask. No one else in that room bloated about their improvements, if they had made any. And then I had to go make it worse by gathering approvals from the Chief Engineer, who is no longer with us and I swear she absolutely hated me, and from the Chief Science Officer, who I hope is still with us because I feel like that is the only ally I had on the Europa. So what do I do? I stuff my foot into my mouth and jammed it in there.” Akira huffed and then took a slow, long sip of her tea.

“But you stuck up for yourself, didn’t you?” Lydia asked.

Akira placed the empty cup on the desk and silently passed the air bubble out between her lips before speaking, not wanting to be rude or impolite. “Of course I did. My Klingon half refused to back down from a challenge and that man…oh that man challenged the hell out of me. I wanted nothing more than to break his nose. On a Klingon ship, I’d get away with it, no problem at all. But on a Starfleet ship, I would have been in the Brig, probably pending court martial.”

Lydia chuckled some. “Probably. But you kept yourself in check, which is a good thing.”

Akira frowned. “What? I’m not like some hot head who can’t control their temper. Please. I have other means of dealing with my anger.”

“Still using that holodeck program?”

“Always.”

They laughed for a little and then there was a small pause. Lydia then sighed, “All right then, kiddo. I just wanted to check up on you, make sure you’re doing all right. This is your what, seventh Starship? In two years?”

“Hey, I already explained the transfer between the last to this so-” Suddenly the ship lurched and Akira went flying out of her chair and face planted into the floor. A really small ‘Ow’ came from her lips but just quiet enough for only Akira to hear.

“Oh my god, Akira, are you all right?” Lydia asked.

Akira pushed herself up off the floor the second the Red Alert klaxon sounded throughout the ship. She went to her desk and looked at Lydia. “Sorry, doc. But duty calls.” She hit the ‘end’ button and the transmission was cut. Akira quickly changed her look from ‘ready to go to bed’ to ‘back to work’ uniform before she was out the door and rushing to the Bridge.