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Locked to Riker - Rotation notation
Okay, so she didn't say something before her medical examination. She even gave it some time after, because it might take a while for the doctor to talk to the senior staff. But now... now she was just ticked off.
Which was why she was stalking to speak with Riker.
"Computer, where is commander Riker?" she asked crisply. She was certain the Captain would be more reasonable, but the point wasn't for this to be easier, the point was for no one to be able to complain about this, there was no one else who could argue her back into sick leave. And no on on the ship had more reason to try and keep her out of circulation than Riker.
"Commander Riker is in his quarters."
The last time she had come to his quarters had been when none of them remembered who they were. If he remembered that, she might have requested a meeting elsewhere, however, since only she did, it was safe enough. No one could claim she was banking on his discomfort. So she stalked to his quarters and rang the chime, fire in her eyes, ear piece dangling. She wasn't doing this by part measures, she was confronting everything all at once. And she was taking back her position. She refused to spend every day in her quarters, contemplating her situation. She was a Starfleet officer, not a child.
Which was why she was stalking to speak with Riker.
"Computer, where is commander Riker?" she asked crisply. She was certain the Captain would be more reasonable, but the point wasn't for this to be easier, the point was for no one to be able to complain about this, there was no one else who could argue her back into sick leave. And no on on the ship had more reason to try and keep her out of circulation than Riker.
"Commander Riker is in his quarters."
The last time she had come to his quarters had been when none of them remembered who they were. If he remembered that, she might have requested a meeting elsewhere, however, since only she did, it was safe enough. No one could claim she was banking on his discomfort. So she stalked to his quarters and rang the chime, fire in her eyes, ear piece dangling. She wasn't doing this by part measures, she was confronting everything all at once. And she was taking back her position. She refused to spend every day in her quarters, contemplating her situation. She was a Starfleet officer, not a child.
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How could he not? The catastophe on-board the USS Wellington, the ill-fated mission to Garon II that resulted in the loss of eight Starfleet officers... All due to Ro disobeying a direct order.
Of course, according to Starfleet, Ro Laren was still on Jaros II, in the stockade for her actions.
This time, however, Riker had nothing to do with the difficulties she was facing. Sure, the name crossed his list of the people Q displaced, but it had her age listed as 12 years-old, nothing to worry about, really, and he wasn't going to go out and intentionally make things difficult. Artificially de-aged, or not.
At present, he was reading shift handover reports, making sure there was nothing that needed escalating, or managed, when his door chime sounds.
"Come." He calls out, not looking up from his PADD.
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"It has been some time since my medical examination. I have not yet been added back to the duty roster. I am well aware that you dislike me, sir," she said tightly, "even if in your memory you have not yet had the opportunity to express that sentiment to me in person. I have been displaced in time, yes, and I have been mode younger by an anomaly in space. It was recommended to me that any report I make would be redacted by Temporal Investigations, which means that all that I have standing for me, officially is my record as to this year as you see it. And as far as you are concerned, I am currently in trouble over actions taken in service to Starfleet. From your point of view I have not yet proven myself to you or this ship. I can assure you all I wish that I have proven myself enough times over that I have been permitted my indication of religion and I serve with distinction. I work hard and have proven myself many times over already. I am a good officer, sir, and I should be back on the roster."
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Once done, he sets the PADD down on his desk, and straightens in his seat.
"You've not been given a place on the duty roster, ensign, because you're biologically twelve years-old." Riker replies, calmly, but with a hint of an edge to his voice. Sure, he dislikes what Ro did; how she did it, and the cost, which was far too high.
However... This was a Ro from a different timeline, or near enough. A victim of Q. Anyone else, and he would have raised it to the Captain to give the final say, because he didn't know. The Ro of this timeline was currently on Jaros II, but Q's meddling can easily change that.
"It's nothing to do with any perceived like or dislike, experience or lack thereof."
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She shook her head. "I am not twelve years old, sir. In our time myself and three other crew members who were similarly afflicted managed to overthrow an invasion of the ship. My body might read medically as twelve years old, but I assure you that I am an adult, and fully trained Starfleet ensign. I am competent to take my position, and it is a waste for me to be on enforced sick-leave. I can serve as a member of this crew. I am a member of this crew."
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"I'm sorry, but whatever happens in alternate dimensions," Or whatever Q causes. "isn't an automatic pass for here and now."
He reaches for another PADD, bringing up the medical report from Dr. Bashir. "I saw the report from Sickbay, but until you're restored to your normal age, I'm not clearing you for active duty. What happened in your time was extenuating circumstances, and, had the situation been under normal circumstances, the same decision would be made as per protocol. I'm sorry, ensign."
There's a hint of a finality in Riker's tone. What he says makes sense; Ro isn't a member of this crew... and, currently, she is 12. But, he has given her a way out. One he'll elaborate on, if she picks up on it.
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He puts the PADD back down, folding his arms.
"I'm sure you can think of something to do, ensign, but until you're back to normal, I'm not putting you on the duty roster."
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"You are, for all intents and purposes, a child, ensign. Regardless of your mental capacity, you have the body and reactions of a pre-teen. This means that there's risks to putting a child on active duty on board a starship."
Yes, there's totally a "but you don't think about risks, do you?" tone to his voice.
"And," He raises a hand. "I'm not just talking about risks to yourself, but your fellow crewmates on duty with you."
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"You should know, ensign, that there's more to being on duty than just sitting at the helm." He rests his folded hands on his desk, leaning forward slightly. "And, frankly, judging by your current attitude, I'm not being convinced that you're any different from the Ro Laren currently in the stockade."
The same disregard for the people around her, the same insubordinate tone and talking back to a superior officer? She's not endearing herself to Riker.
"You have my answer, ensign. Arguing about it isn't going to change my mind."
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"And you seem, sir, to not want to give me a chance to change your mind. If you will not let me prove myself, and I am not allowed to make a report, arguing is the tactic I have left to me."
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Not that it would help much. He would submit the request to the captain, of course, under his plainly made opinion that Ro's attitude would not be condusive to duty; that some of the crew would refuse to work with her because of the incident on the Wellington.
Ultimately, a request like this would be up to the Captain.
"You have my answer. You have an avenue of progression. I suggest you follow it."
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And no, she is not sulking.