Nevir smirked, and nodded. "Aye ma'am, of course. I'll also take Reyes... if she hasn't snapped yet." he said, as he stood up.
"Alright, Filitov, lets go see what-"
What he absolutely did not expect in the slightest when he got interrupted was to have Kali suddenly storm onto the bridge in a tirade very unbecoming of a senior officer. Nevir stood silent, with the rest of the bridge, as she slammed each person she saw with a verbal assault. The Bajoran was paitent, and then turned to the Captain, giving her the look of 'I'll take care of this.', considering her headache.
"Lieutenant Commander, that is enough!" he said, calm, but firm, as he gestured to Kachina to leave her station and walked over to Kali. He was going to take her with him anyways, especially after this mishap.
"We are going to see the ambassadors, and you are coming with us. Especially after that stunt you pulled in Ops. Let's go. Lieutenant, with me." he said, herding the two ladies into the turbolift. He gave the destination to make the lift move, and then decided now it was the time to confront Kali.
Kali flinched at Nevir's serious tone. Before she could even open her mouth to defend herself, Nevir escorted her out with Filitov in tow, and she suddenly felt lightheaded and a bit sick.
"I'm not kidding, Commander!" she demanded through the heaviness in her throat. Loss of control, panic - her PTSD was kicking in. "This isn't funny! You can't-"
But he just kept continuing.
"Kali, we really can't have you breaking down on us now. We are almost done with this mission. Then things can go back to normal routine. But I can't afford to lose my security chief now. Dr. Sukal has enough on his plate as it is." he said, letting the words hang in the air.
"I'm not the security chief! I'm not!" Her voice was starting to crack. Sukal wasn't a doctor - he was her superior on deck 15. Next level of the disorder: fear. This time her voice
did crack. "I didn't earn that rank! I'm just an operations crewman-"
He just kept going like she was supposed to know all these things. Her breathing was turning erratic. If she couldn't get a hold of herself in time, she was going to have a full-blown panic attack.
Hold it together. If she couldn't call on her Starfleet training for times like these, she was really going to turn into an ugly mess. Nothing was making sense. And if this really was a joke, she wanted off this blasted ship. No one could be this mean-spirited - not the entire crew.
She covered her mouth and stilled her thoughts. Let's say this was really happening, Kali. Mirror universe, an advanced trickster god, hell -
pod people be damned - what was she going to do?
First priority is to the Captain. And if not the Captain, the XO - the
real ones, or at least the ones real to
her. Secure, reanalyze, regroup. Her breathing slowed down as the objective was repeated in her head over and over.
"S-sorry, Tekin..." Kali furiously wiped her eyes. "My thing. You know. The stress of the mission probably triggered it." And if PTSD wasn't in this universe's medical file, well
now it was. "I think I'm gonna throw up."