The only rules that matter are these.
---- // MESSAGE ORIGIN: Deep Space 13.
AUDIO ONLY. SIGNED: Sedai, Katriel // ----
Hey, it’s me. I’m… sorry I missed your call earlier, the meeting with the neuroscience team went a bit long, unfortunately.
::her voice seems to get a shade quieter and then louder again at random intervals. She might be moving from room to room in her quarters, causing the computer to seamlessly switch audio input sources periodically to compensate::
First things first. Yes, Neema returned to station earlier this afternoon, safe and sound. We spoke briefly in the evening and she seemed mostly unhurt and largely unchanged by her experience, so that is a relief at least.
::there’s the sound of drawers rolling open, as well as rustling fabric. The same drawers rolling shut not long after::
Terix has been the dominant topic of conversation for the past several days. I’m not very… good? … at interstellar politics, so while I have paid some attention to the broader strokes of development, I find myself to be frustratingly ambivalent about what should be done about it all. ::her tone turns rueful:: Command really just isn’t for me.
Neema privately admitted a likewise uncertainty, but at least she seems prepared to commit to particular courses of action. She’s been trying very hard to balance the order of the Prime Directive against the chaos of those who would provoke us to bypassing it. Just like a leader should.
::there’s a very long pause. When she starts again, her voice is slow and ponderous at first, like she’s still formulating her upcoming thoughts::
The other day. There was this … unrelated incident on the promenade level. I was climbing the ramp to the Cantina and noticed that there were several officers standing around, verbally taking this cadet to task for sitting on the bridge on the promenade.
You know the one I’m talking about, of course… the aesthetically pleasing but moderately perilous walkway to the promenade conference room? Yes, that one. Not really certain who designed it, but it wouldn’t be the first time basic safety principles have been ignored in favor of architectural elegance and I’m sure it won’t be the last.
::there are some muted beeping noises. The sound of a replicator humming to life to complete an order::
In any case, one of the DS13 cadets loves to perch on the edge of it, legs hanging, like off a fishing dock. Though there is no written regulation against it, I have observed countless officers stop to verbally reprimand him for it. Even I admit that I paused next to him, the first time I noticed, to question him on whether or not it was really a good idea to be sitting that way.
Most of the officer concerns hinge on whether or not it’s safe for him to be sitting like that and, failing that, how preventable the potential inconvenience would be to the other officers who would be saddled with the obligation of assisting him in case he should fall. They’re not wrong, of course. The cadet is playing with risk; that is an undisputed fact.
But… how much risk, exactly?
::a short pause, filled with additional beeping noises of another replicator order going through::
Cadet Stern is easily one of the most, if not the most, responsible cadet in our current cadre, with a work ethic that rivals officers many years older. He’s been engaging in this seating habit ever since he arrived and I have never so much as seen him teeter off balance in the entire time. In my view, given the evidence, I feel that the risk is minimal at best.
Of course no amount of caution will completely eliminate the possibility of an accident, but if zero chance of failure was the only acceptable outcome when deciding on a course of action, we’d never accomplish anything. And really, no one should live their life restricted by just the possibility of failure, especially if said possibility is objectively determined to be small or nearly negligent.
::another short pause in which there is a faintly audible felinoid purring, followed by the muted thud of a small metallic plate being set on the windowsill::
If the cadet has assessed the chances of a negative outcome to be small enough that the activity is worth engaging in, then the truth is that none of us have much grounds to argue with him otherwise. At least, not as long as he’s accurately assessed that risk. He might be pushing at the boundary of this unwritten rule that the rest of us seem to hold in high esteem, but until the day he actually falls, he is not harming anyone else through his choice and may never actually do so.
::she sighs and there’s the sound of her settling heavily into the cushions of an armchair::
As it turns out, though… the real risk entailed in the cadet’s actions is not in the possibility that he’ll fall and hurt himself, or that he chances inconveniencing others in the aftermath. No, the real risk… is when another less responsible cadet sees Cadet Stern’s example and decides to follow it, without properly assessing whether or not they are capable of shouldering the same risk.
That is where things fall apart. The hypothetical imitating cadet fails, for whatever reason, to accomplish the same task safely, resulting in a number of officers who shake their heads and say ‘I told you so’, while Cadet Stern might retort stubbornly that he was not the one who fell in the end.
And so it is with all rules, I suppose. Even the ones as strongly worded as the Prime Directive. Should we… should Neema… choose to push at the boundaries and restrictions of the rules to effect a certain goal, there’s a possibility, maybe even a probability, that it might be the ‘right’ thing to do. This time.
But… it won’t always be. And somewhere down the line, there’ll be a Captain who looks back at what we’ve done and they’ll think… they chose to bend the rules, so why can’t I? Will that hypothetical future Captain remember to assess their circumstances accurately for their decision, all the variables, all the risks, all the possible consequences? Or will they blindly cite precedent and potentially hurt themself and everyone around them?
::another pause and there’s the slightly rhythmic and tinny sound of her fingernails against the ceramic of her mug::
Well, anyway. Enough rambling from me. I abhor your current training schedule, by the way, it quite plainly … sucks. And yes, you may tell Commander Donavah that I feel so.
Miss you tons. Stay safe out there.
---- // END MESSAGE // ----