Branded

Posted on Mon Sep 14th, 2020 @ 8:29am by Commander Jonathan Grayson

Mission: Return to Paradise
Location: On Way to Debrief
Timeline: Current

Jon walked with the others toward their debriefing following the last mission. Each step he took was leaden and took him closer to his fate weather that fate was a demotion, kicked out of Starfleet, imprisonment or worse. he didn't know but it was just a matter of time now.

As they walked , they passed others along the way. He felt their disapproval, their eyes on him as they silently judged He could imagine the thoughts they had. *There's Grayson. The failure! The coward! The one who let his whole team get captured.* It was if he was branded. A brand of shame and dishonor burned into his uniform and if said uniform was removed, a brand was also burned into his skin. There was no escaping what he was.

He lowered his head, not wanting to see the accusing stares, the sneers on their lips. The utter contempt they had for him. His steps drew him closer. Thump, thump, thump. He wanted to bolt and run but that would just add to his shame, dishonor. The very least he could do was face this like a man or the man he had been.