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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2007 21:37:14 GMT
After requesting a glass of water and reluctantly taking a seat, Megan tried not to fidget. It felt so weird being in someone else’s quarters. Still, she listened with interest to what the doctor had to say. While she was vaguely familiar with the Debrune, the Commander felt terribly uninformed about the politics of the region. While she knew of the unification debate and the players involved, the science officer hadn’t heard anything about a “divine child” let alone about any injury. She quickly made a mental note to learning more about the situation.
"You know, I don't really know what the gist is of this mission. Everyone has been given specific tasks and information, but the captain conveniently left me out of the loop. Is it because I'm not Starfleet I'm the chief medical officer, civilian or no and as such I should be given the necessary clearances to do my job properly. If I am withheld knowledge, I can't do my job."
Megan felt for him. As a science officer, it was generally accepted that some missions you were heavily involved and in others you were left pretty much to your own devices, usually research, until a mission was assigned where you were needed again. It was unfortunately but unavoidable.
“I don’t think you were intentionally left out of the loop, Do…” Megan hesitated, debated, and finally just decided to keep going. “Some missions require more medical, and for that matter more scientific, assistance more than others. This just happens to be a quiet mission for you. However, in abductions such as these, who knows what kind of condition we could find the Ambassador in.”
Commander Garrett stopped then, not wanting to talk directly about interrogations or torture. She was fairly certain the doctor was well aware of what the Romulans were capable of, if they were indeed responsible for this. Taking a nervous sip from her water, Megan was grateful that at least Nathan didn’t seem to be remotely interested in her as more than a colleague. It was a nice change from the relative turmoil during the recent missions.
Sending Nathan a hesitant smile, Megan noticed a picture on the opposite wall that had clearly been drawn by a child. Remembering Freddy, the Commander’s smile widened. “Freddy must be asleep, but you’ll have to tell him I stopped by. Unless of course you think he’d be upset that he missed me. Do at least tell him that I said hi, and I hope he’s doing well.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2007 22:26:47 GMT
"He's in bed," Nathan corrected, "but I doubt he's asleep. He's fussy lately when it comes to getting to bed in time. And in regard to the state of the ambassador, sickbay is ready to treat him should that become necessary."
He followed her gaze to the picture she was looking at. "For a kid five years old, he's fairly good at drawing isn't he," he asked, pride visible on his face. Unasked, he refilled her glass and returned it to her. "It seems like yesterday when I first held him as a baby. Paul and I were..." he faltered, as he gauged her reaction. "We were overjoyed," he finished uncomfortably, realising this was the first time he had ever mentioned his ex, especially in front of a woman.
"It must be late for you," he changed the subject, "how about we meet in the morning for breakfast in Ten Forward and I will get you everything I can get you on the Debrune?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2007 1:02:47 GMT
“Paul….a guy’s name…” That had been the final piece of information that Megan had needed to realize that Nathan most definitely wasn’t at all interested in her like that, never would be, and why. Carefully filing it away but making no outward sign of having realized anything new, the Commander simply responded to his previous statement. “It’s a very nice picture, and he’s a strong swimmer too. They do grow up fast. Freddy is a wonderful little boy.”
Smiling kindly at him, knowing how much parents loved to hear good things about their children, Megan hoped that this would distract Nathan from what was clearly an uncomfortable topic. It seemed to work, as he then changed the subject. "It must be late for you. How about we meet in the morning for breakfast in Ten Forward, and I will get you everything I can get you on the Debrune?"
After hesitating, debating, and finally deciding, Megan agreed albeit a little reluctantly. It was work after all. “Alright, thank you. I would appreciate any information you can manage to retrieve. And you’re right, it is late…I’ll see you tomorrow morning then.”
Moving towards the replicator to recycle the glass herself, Nathan politely took it from her instead. Smiling in thanks, Megan stopped briefly at the door to wish the doctor goodnight before continuing into the hallway. She was indeed exhausted, and as she continued down the corridor, the science officer briefly wondered why Cyle had been there…perhaps she had misinterpreted his behavior towards her as well… Shaking that thought from her mind as none of her business, Commander Garrett suppressed a yawn as she moved back to her quarters.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Dec 2, 2007 19:38:09 GMT
Preparing for a possible confrontation with the Romulans was something that all Federation officers dreaded. Everyone knew that they had been weakened by events that happened years ago, but they were very much a threat. With the discovery of the Debrune things have only become more interesting. Even so Matt knew that the Jefferson was the most prepared for this. Eighty five percent of the crew were present when the Jefferson engaged the Romulan fleet almost two years ago and that was irreplaceable.
"Computer please show me the duty shifts of all Jefferson crewmembers," Matt said as he activated his computer console. If the Debrune elder had been kidnapped the Romulans wouldn't give him up without a fight. It would take almost four days for them to reach the Aldebaran system and he wanted the Jefferson to be at peak efficency when they arrived.
"Computer please inform all department heads that they will be recieving new shift orders," Matt said," inform them that they will recieve these changes by 1600 hours."
"Affirmative"
If his plan was to work he would need to put the best that they had working together. Matt would be working on the Polaric neutralization beam which came in handy when they faced the Romulans previously. The beam had the tendacy of using a lot energy which sometimes interfered with the performance of other systems.
"Commander Reynolds to Commander T'Ress and Garrett please report to Science lab 2," Matt said as he began tweaking the engineering shift.
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Post by tamara on Dec 3, 2007 3:58:35 GMT
"The kitchen sounds great!"
This experience was great. Tamara had a wealth of friends on Earth, back in Vandalia Illinois. Her husband and her entertained many people at their home, both in and out of their respective professions. Since starting Starfleet she hadn't a real friend. Being the oldest in training, she was more of a mother figure to the other counseling cadets, rather than a friend. She was used to constant companionship. J'Varr's companionship filled that void.
"... and I'd be the first to tell you if you were tugging your own tail." she replied. "I can tell the difference between the willingness to share, and pride. I am a counselor." She stuck her tongue out, allowing the cat to see she was being a bit facetious, even though the gist of her statement was true.
The simulated kitchen was unlike any she was used to, but there wasn't much time for questions. Commander Reynolds's untimely call to duty interrupted the holosimulation, and it was abruptly canceled.
"Maybe next week we can continue. I'd love to explore this ship a bit more." It was true. She always had an urdge to explore new surroundings. She had yet to finish exploring the Jefferson.
Which reminded her of Freddy Van Breughel, Nathan's boy, who took her all through the ship to get some cake to eat. That was quite the exploration in itself. She still needed to confront Nathan... perhaps when the mission wound down and he found more time.
"I'll see you then?" she asked, leaving the holodeck with him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2007 6:54:52 GMT
The simulated kitchen was unlike any she was used to, but there wasn't much time for questions.
The feline purred gently, looking around, "What I always questioned was why the Federation thought it necessary to place weapons lockers in this area on starships of the period. Surely you have heard of a revolutionary in the 2290s by the name of Valeris? Murr..she was a Vulcan and vaporized a pot with a phaser in the kitchen of the starship Enterprise-A..." He looked around slowly as his ears twitched to the call he received.
"Maybe next week we can continue. I'd love to explore this ship a bit more."
He smiled, nodded with that proud, but not hubris ridden delight that he had been expressing before. Looking around he nodded, "I am quite impressed that you would rather do this again sometime. I don't know if our helmsman would so delight in repeating his experience here....I am sure you heard of the two of us and our commanding officer trapped in this simulation? The holodeck was malfunctioning."
"I'll see you then?" she asked, leaving the holodeck with him.
The feline again nodded, his tail twisting and writhing about behind him as they approached the turbolift, "I would be glad to." Bidding her farewell in a most polite manner, the feline turned to the elevator shaft to request from the computer that he be taken to the second science lab as he was so ordered to attend to. Tapping his combadge, his voice again erupted to allow the Commander to understand that he was in fact on his way. He then murmerred before speaking further, "I trust you understand I'm coming out of the holodeck and...well...sir, I think I'm going to outrank you for a while.."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2007 8:48:11 GMT
Nathan watched Garrett leave and once she was gone, he sighed in relief. He was about to clean up Freddy's toys when Matt's call came through. The doctor scowled, wasn't anyone allowed any rest these days? His own shift had ended an hour ago, and that was when Cyle had shown up in his quarters.
Now, he had to wait until Cyle came back, but he wasn't going to wait forever. He stiffled a yawn when he tossed the toys back into the designated box, then walked over to his replicator. "Coffee, decaffeinated," he ordered. If he was going to drink normal coffee now, he wouldn't be able to catch any sleep.
Yawning again, he settled himself on the couch, allowing both cats to snuggle up against him. Examining them, he noted that both had grown considerably and he would soon have to consider whether they wanted a litter or not. Otherwise he would have to see to it that they wouldn't get a litter, which might turn the female cat into a wilder creature. He had read somewhere that it was better for a female cat to have a litter, before she was sterilised. Quietly, he petted Tibbe and she purred in delight.
Smiling, Nathan recalled the same sound of satisfaction coming from the feline chief engineer. T'Ress had certainly liked the ball of yarn he'd given him earlier. The doctor wondered how much his pets were similar to the Caitian, and also wondered whether T'Ress would consent to a study along those lines. It would be interesting to see how much more evolved Caitians were, in respect to pet cats. Certainly, his own two felines could not speak and could only mew and hiss if they were either pleased or displeased with something.
Nathan even remembered a time when his own cat had been the cause of a severe allergic reaction. He shuddered at the memory, but he had learned from it. Sipping his coffee, he waited for Cyle to return, he could enter freely as he had asked the marine to return. After a while, the constant purring of his cats caused Nathan to doze off.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2007 20:56:17 GMT
Megan had barely stepped inside her quarters when she’d received the hail to report to the science lab. With an exhausted sigh, the science officer managed to pull herself out of the chair she’d collapsed into and moved towards the door, grabbing a padd with her latest theories and simulation data on her way by the desk. At least, whatever reason they were being called to the lab, she would have something to report to the first officer.
As the doors to the turbolift opened, Megan smiled slightly at J’Varr, who was standing in the lift in an old Captain’s uniform. Nodding politely to him, Commander Garrett stepped inside and requested the correct deck, even though she knew he was going to exactly the same place she was. “Congratulations on your promotion. It was well deserved.”
He accepted politely, and Megan continued speaking. “I’ve been analyzing potential flight paths of the shuttle based on hypothetical courses so that we can perhaps determine the destination from the ion trails left behind. I could always use an extra pair of eyes, maybe a few new ideas for potential places they might be heading. Once we lock onto the ion trail, hopefully you can help determine the status of their engines. Unless they meet up with another ship, they can’t go too fast, but since they’ll have a head start, it would be helpful to know how soon we could potentially catch up with them.”
J’Varr opened his mouth to start to talk, but by now, the science officer was on a roll so to speak. “Oh, have you had a chance to take a look at the scans of the shuttle leaving Qualinost sent to us by the Silasi? There might be something I missed, some identifying factor that might be helpful in locating and positively identifying it once we do. I didn’t find anything remotely unique or interesting about it, but then again, I might have missed something that you may notice.”
<Tag T’Ress>
The doors to the turbolift opened, and the two officers stepped out on their way to the lab. Walking through the doors, Commander Reynolds was working on a console and glanced up as they entered. “You wished to see us, Sir?”
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Dec 4, 2007 6:31:01 GMT
Knowing that both officer would soon arrive, Matt prepared all the information that was available to them. He hoped that they would be able to come up with something viable before they arrived.
He knew that both officer already had a lot on their plates, but he trusted that they would be able to handle the responsibility. It just might mean a little less holodeck time for J'Varr.
“You wished to see us, Sir?”
"Yes, Commander," Matt replied as he handed both of them the PADD, " this is all the information we have on the Polaric neutralization beam. We used this technology to great effect against the Romulans in the past, but that was quite a few years ago. I have been able to make a few modifications, but I'm not satisified."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2007 19:26:57 GMT
"I might have missed something that you may notice.”
The feline twisted his tail gently with a purr before again opening his maw to speak. Weary of her ability to be on such a role, the feline did not produce any speech until he was sure that she had nothing else to say. One he was sure of this, he began to reply, "Merow...there are gravimetric distortions emanating from the shuttle's flight path that either could be identifying marks or used to trace it. They are quite pronounced - most vessels have a sort of ion dampening structure that is not present..or purrhaps not functioning correctly in the vessel that we are investigating."
"We used this technology to great effect against the Romulans in the past, but that was quite a few years ago. I have been able to make a few modifications, but I'm not satisified."
The feline nodded softly, looking to the Commander with an inquisitive gaze after that comment, "Why would we not be able to use it now? It is still a tested and tried technology. All we would have to do to modify it is..murr...we would have to modify broadcast frequencies. I know you are a very experienced officer and I assume that is how you had already performed your modifications. However, if you are uncertain still, I could, with your blessing, examine our history on Romulan technology and predict what modifications any civilization would make with the time allotted. Purrhaps you would accompany me on this, as I would surely appreciate your superior incite." Though it may sound like a patronization, T'Ress was genuinely complimenting Reynolds with his words of appreciation.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2007 4:15:24 GMT
While J’Varr and Matt discussed their ideas for modifying the beam, Megan was struggling to focus on the padd. As much as she hated to admit it, the science officer was completely exhausted, and it was beginning to catch up with her. While all that time in the brig had provided an opportunity to really and truly rest for what had been the first time in years, all that downtime had somehow tricked her body into thinking that it wasn’t going to have to work quite so hard anymore. As a result, the Commander was having a very hard time getting back up to speed.
Fortunately, Commander Garrett managed to keep up appearances by nodding at the appropriate times, but it was the conversation between the first officer and engineer that made her lack of focus inconspicuous. Glancing down at the padd in her hand once more and wishing for some sort of hypospray to help with the fog she was feeling, Megan’s eyes feel upon the frequency calculations, which represented a fairly wide range due to the varying frequencies implemented by the Romulans. With J’Varr talking about modifying frequencies so soon after discussing the identifying properties of the shuttle, the science officer got an idea.
“Commander T’Ress just told me that the vessel we’re attempting to locate is emanating unique gravimetric distortions. What if we used that information to isolate the specific frequency range of the shuttle’s energy output and maybe even calibrate the sensors to look for those distortions, giving us a better idea of where to direct the beam? I realize this has very little to do with any actual modifications to the technology, but this would certainly increase the effectiveness of the beam at least in this case, and wouldn’t effect any additional improvements.”
The two officers looked at her for a moment, almost like in the midst of their discussions regarding upgrades they had forgotten the science officer was even there. As the discussion resumed, now implementing her slight addition to their plans, Megan suppressed a yawn and requested permission to leave, which was granted. Leaving the two men to continue their conversation, which she suspected would last awhile longer and then lead to hours of work making the upgrades, Commander Garrett moved to get some rest. She was done for the night.
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Post by tamara on Dec 7, 2007 5:21:53 GMT
"No, It shouldn't be dangerous. Not from what I can tell anyway... I can't really tell you anything more than that!"
Quelling Baron's concerns was an easy task. He knew the strong willed nature of his wife, and if she said it wasn't dangerous, well - it wasn't dangerous then. Of course, as a husband, having the wife aboard a Starfleet vessel, in a section notorious for getting into sticky situations, wasn't comforting - not in the least, since their son Dabnus had left for the marines.
"I met a new friend. You'd probably like him." the reasons, of course, were not for those that Baron would think of immediately.
"Does he like cigars?" The question of the friend being a 'he' didn't bother him. They were both comfortable with the stature of their marriage to have any jealousy or concern.
Tamara laughed... "No... I just know how much you like Changa!" Changa was their Siamese cat. Before Baron answered she continued, ".. he's Caitian. And a very calm and warm hearted one at that." If she had seen the cat during the trial a few months ago, she would have retracted her 'calm' statement. However, the J'Varr she had seen had only humble qualities.
"Oh..." he chuckled. "Yeah, I do like cats.... I don't know if I'd like them as much if they could talk." When she thought about it, having a pet cat and a actual Caitian for a friend were entirely different. Still, they had similar traits.
"Anyway, I should probably let you go." she touched the screen where his face was. "I have a ton of files I have to read through still. There are a lot of interesting people on this ship."
He just smiled in return. He had a lot of work to do too, with the time on Earth being in the evening. "Take care of yourself."
"You too."
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Petty Officer Second Class Henriëtte DaVinci passed around the coffee to the senior bridge staff, like she always did. She carried her tray like a pro, as if there was nothing else in the world she'd rather do. Truth was, after her famous coffee rounds, Jette would return to one of the aft bridge stations to monitor environmental controls and power distributions to the various projects that were running on the large starship.
She enjoyed just sitting at her console, working quietly without being disturbed. She jumped when there was a clatter behind her and was on her feet even before most other officers. "Captain!" she cried, not even noticing the broken cup on the deck, the tea spilling everywhere.
Brigadier Zhukarak Hrisvalar sat hunched over in the center seat, one antenna twitching while he cupped the other with his hand. With his free hand, he sought to keep his balance in his seat. A blue creature zipped in, screaming. Nobody, however, reacted to the creature, they were used to it visiting the bridge every so often, and were also used to its moods by now.
PO DaVinci crossed down to the command deck, quietly picking up the pieces of broken china and setting them out of harm's way. "Sir, are you all right?" she asked tentatively, a look of worry crossing her features. He sure didn't look all right. When he resorted to just shaking his head, she tapped her combadge. "Bridge to sickbay, send someone over to the bridge. Brigadier Hrisvalar is unwell."
Beckoning another junior officer over, together they pulled him to his feet and guided him over to his ready room, out of sight from the rest of the bridge.
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Nathan woke when a call from sickbay came in and he wondered why they didn't just send a nurse up there. Then he realised if the CO was unwell, he'd better attend to it himself. Seemed to be some unwritten protocol, he mused as he grabbed his labcoat and medkit. Sickbay didn't care if it was 'middle of the night' for him. Shrugging, he activated the holonanny to keep an eye on his son, then headed for the bridge.
Upon arrival, he was pointed towards the readyroom. He didn't like what he saw when he entered, but it wasn't to be helped. "You should've sent him to sickbay," he scolded the petty officer. "C'mon, let's get you to sickbay sir," he told Hrisvalar, hoisting him back to his feet. Noting his colour as well as the way he was holding one of his antennae, Nathan knew it had to be bad.
Once in sickbay, Nathan lowered his commanding officers to one of the biobeds. "Infection in left antenna," he told his CO, "it'll be painful and treatment won't be a picknick either, I'm sorry. You'll have to rest here for now while we wait for these drops to start working." He nodded to Hannah. "Hold him down, he'll want to get rid of it." He allowed a few drops to fall into the antenna, which twitched severely in response. "That should work for now, only when this is treated can we treat any further infections."
Walking away to his office, Nathan tapped his combadge. "Sickbay to Commander Reynolds. Please take note that Brigadier Hrisvalar has fallen ill. He'll not be able to resume his duties for the next few days."
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Dec 8, 2007 20:25:44 GMT
"Why would we not be able to use it now? It is still a tested and tried technology. All we would have to do to modify it is..murr...we would have to modify broadcast frequencies. I know you are a very experienced officer and I assume that is how you had already performed your modifications. However, if you are uncertain still, I could, with your blessing, examine our history on Romulan technology and predict what modifications any civilization would make with the time allotted. Purrhaps you would accompany me on this, as I would surely appreciate your superior incite."
"My skeptism is well founded commander," Matt said," and I have dealt with the Romulans before and I know how resourceful they can be."
“Commander T’Ress just told me that the vessel we’re attempting to locate is emanating unique gravimetric distortions. What if we used that information to isolate the specific frequency range of the shuttle’s energy output and maybe even calibrate the sensors to look for those distortions, giving us a better idea of where to direct the beam? I realize this has very little to do with any actual modifications to the technology, but this would certainly increase the effectiveness of the beam at least in this case, and wouldn’t effect any additional improvements.”
"Good thinking commander, I'll calibrate the sensors myself," Matt said as he turned his attention to the clearly tired science officer. She was trying to hide her fatique to no avail. Sensing her opportunity to be excused, Megan asked to be relieved.
"Commander......" Matt begun before he was interrupted by the comm.
"Sickbay to Commander Reynolds. Please take note that Brigadier Hrisvalar has fallen ill. He'll not be able to resume his duties for the next few days."
"Commander, I'm sorry, but could you please start with the modifications without me, I need to check on the Brigadier," Matt said as he turned to leave," sickbay what's wrong with him?"
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"My skeptism is well founded commander," Matt said," and I have dealt with the Romulans before and I know how resourceful they can be."
With a few flicks of the tail, he nodded emphatically at this, "Murr, certainly they are, and admirably intellectual. We still do not understand wholly how they are able to compress artificially singularities that give them a virtual philosopher's stone - they have unlocked the secret to some sort of near perpetual energy. Those are incredible triumphs of science."
"Good thinking commander, I'll calibrate the sensors myself," Matt said as he turned his attention to the clearly tired science officer. She was trying to hide her fatigue to no avail. Sensing her opportunity to be excused, Megan asked to be relieved.
The feline nodded slowly, "Did you need any help with that? I could offer some, or else I could continue any other worthy project that you see fit to set me out onto, murr.."
"Sickbay to Commander Reynolds. Please take note that Brigadier Hrisvalar has fallen ill. He'll not be able to resume his duties for the next few days."
T'Ress' ears folded back against his head. Anyone who was at the trial know that he didn't like seeing anything happen to his CO, and this was...unbearable. He, in typical Caitian fashion, however remained in his cool state.
"Commander, I'm sorry, but could you please start with the modifications without me, I need to check on the Brigadier," Matt said as he turned to leave," sickbay what's wrong with him?"
He nodded wholly, his tail snapping behind him, "I will get right on it. I also hope that I will be permitted to visit our commanding officer post-haste."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2007 20:09:30 GMT
Nathan glanced back at the now comfortably resting Andorian, surprised that he hadn't tried to weasel his way out of sickbay. Perhaps this commanding officer wasn't so typical at all, he mused. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to play vampire again sir," he apologised as he applied the syringe to the Andorian's lower arm. "Just making sure how you got that nasty infection. You just rest, we'll have you on your feet again in a few days, I promise."
The doctor paused as he handed the vials to Hannah. "Run a full tox screen on them, I want to know what he got and how he got it. And make it stat."
"Yes doctor," Hannah replied dutifully, a huge smile on her face.
Nathan turned back to Hrisvalar. "In the mean time, I'm going to call someone to keep you company. This woman really loves to talk, you'll enjoy yourself, no doubt."
He walked away a few paces then tapped his combadge. "Counselor Thompson, please report to sickbay. I have a patient for you."
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Post by tamara on Dec 13, 2007 5:31:57 GMT
"J'Varr" was the first thing through Tamara's mind. The cat had been quite beside himself since the trial had taken place, and while he was assured that the way the crew viewed him did not change because of some sort of outburst he had, he still had traits of being uncomfortable with himself; licking his wounds. She would go and see him in sickbay- Nathan probably having no idea what to do with him.
The walk to sickbay was uneventful. A hoverball flew out of a living space, a young girl retrieved it, smiled, and ran back in. Tamara passed as the door shut. Laughter could be heard on the other side as a few children were enjoying the elusiveness of the fast moving ball.
The hallway to sickbay was busier than the rest of the ship. The deck was busy the last time she was down there - talking to Hannah, the nurse. "Hannah" she repeated to herself before entering. She didn't want to forget the name.
She was immediately greeted by Nathan.
"How is he doing?" Tamara was still talking about J'Varr, under the assumption that he was the patient. "Where is he?" She didn't see anything furry in a bio-bed.
When Nathan gave way to Brigadier Hrisvalar lying in the bio-bed, Tamara immediately realized her mistake. "You meant... oh..." she giggled to herself. "I thought... well, never mind."
Nathan looked confused, but explained the situation with the Andorian's antennae. "Careful, he likes to weasel himself out of sickbay," he replied.
Normally this would not be such a big deal. She had administered psychological advice, help, and therapy to higher ranking officials than Brigadier. This time, however, the patient wasn't a willing participant- at least that's what Doctor Thompson's assumption was. Given her last encounter with Zhukarak, she knew that he was probably not fond of her profession. He clearly wasn't fond of her resume, of which he had received prior to her boarding, and made known by the rude comments he made of her abilities. A job was a job however, and she would do it if the Doctor felt it was necessary. The Doctor did find it necessary, right? She turned to see Nathan straighten up the smile on his face. He was amused by this.
Tamara, for the betterment of the situation, ignored it. Acknowledging that Nathan was getting amusement from this would only serve to encourage, and there was nothing she wished to put her stamp of approval on.
"How are you feeling, Brigadier?" she started, ignoring Nathan completely. Soon Nathan would grow tired of watching Tamara work with the Brigadier constructively, and would get back to work. That was the hope, anyway.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2007 6:11:38 GMT
Not being allowed to exercise in the mornings was officially beginning to drive Megan mad, so unable to take it anymore, the science officer had decided to pay a last resort visit to sickbay to speak with Nathan before going on duty. While normally the medical center was a place she would avoid at all costs, desperate times called for desperate measures, and the Commander was very, very close to being desperate. She had a very carefully planned routine to maximize her effectiveness that she stuck to if at all possible, and this unplanned and unwelcomed deviation had left her feeling tired for no reason and quite frustrated.
Walking into sickbay, Megan had been stunned to find not only the doctor she’d been seeking, but also her commanding officer and the new counselor on top of everything. It felt like an ambush, as the three people she would have had at the top of her “would most like to avoid today” list were suddenly in the same place at the same time, but Commander Garrett knew better than to be so paranoid. She vaguely recalled the doctor contacting the first officer the night before to inform him of the condition of the Brigadier, so the counselor was the only true surprise.
Glancing nervously between the Captain and psychiatrist for a few moments, hating that the counselor seemed to notice her hesitation though hopefully not why, Megan crossed sickbay to speak with Nathan. She hoped the counselor had merely assumed the science officer didn’t like sickbay rather than attributed the hesitancy to her presence, or even worse to the presence of Zhukarak. There was no need or desire to unnecessarily attract her attention, or worse necessarily.
“Excuse me, Doctor van Breughel? I was wondering if I could speak to you for a moment.” Nathan nodded and noting her nervous glances towards the counselor and commanding officer, guided her into his office to speak more privately, much to Megan’s immense gratitude and relief. Once they were alone behind closed doors, Commander Garrett launched into her carefully prepared speech.
“I’m sure you’re well aware that I’m confined to quarters while off duty. That fact, coupled with the time I was in the brig has prevented me from following my usual routine, namely working out on a regular basis. I’m not trying to get out of my punishment in any way, but is there perhaps a way to get a medical exemption just for going to the gym and the pool? I…I don’t feel my best when I don’t get to follow my schedule and exercise, so if there is a way, I would greatly appreciate it...”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2007 10:59:28 GMT
Nathan walked away when the counselor started talking to the Andorian. He didn't care that Tamara had ignored him altogether, in fact he was fairly pleased about it. Now that she had the commanding officer to worry about, she wouldn't bother him about his son. He would have to make sure that Freddy didn't spend too much time with her, or he might get funny ideas. The boy kept asking awkward questions about his mother, questions Nathan could not and would not answer. But he wouldn't lie to his son either so he had just left them unanswered.
He was startled from his musings when he heard his name being called. Seeing Megan stand a few paces away, looking anything but comfortable, he beckoned her to follow him to his office. "What can I do for you commander?" he asked as he seated himself at his desk.
The doctor listened as Megan laid out her problem before him. He only caught half of it because he saw the nurse with her large dog again. Except this time, his office door was open and the dog happily bounced into his office.
"Ehm," he started, gazing past Megan at the dog which came right at him. He jumped up, but fell over as the dog jumped on him, wagging its tail in delight.
The owner rushed into the office and pulled the dog away. "I'm so sorry!" she cried and rushed away.
A little pale, Nathan reclaimed his seat. "You were saying?" he managed, after which Megan repeated her request, looking somewhat bewildered. "I think something can be arranged, since working out is essential to your health," he consented.
He took a couple of deep breaths before reaching towards a PADD. "I will have one female security officer trail you, for formality's sake but I doubt you are a flight risk." He handed the PADD to her. "Was there anything else?"
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Dec 14, 2007 5:32:09 GMT
Matt was ready to get in the face of his chief medical officer. Doctor van Breughel was after all responsible for the health of all people living on the Jefferson. These thoughts dissipated as he got closer and closer to sickbay. The last couple of months had been very difficult on everyone and things could have easily been missed. With that now in mind, Matt would just ask about the well being of his commanding officer and if their was anything that could be done to help in his recovery.
As he entered sickbay he noticed immediately that Doctor Thompson was speaking to the Brigadier. Not really wanting to disturb them, he quietly waited near an empty biobed. After a few minutes, Matt realized that he wouldn't be able to talk to the captain anytime soon. Seeing Doctor Thompson tending to him meant that his condition was not life threatning and he felt comfortable leaving the captain in their capable hands.
"Reynolds to T'Ress, I know it hasn't been long, but have you made any progress?" Matt asked.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2007 6:20:14 GMT
Her shoulders slumped slightly at his response. While this would indeed provide a way for her to go to the gym for the remaining time of her confinement to quarters, Megan was not particularly found of the idea of being escorted around by a security officer. It was, after all, a matter of pride. Since she’d already missed weeks of exercise, the Commander supposed it couldn’t hurt that much to wait a little longer before resuming her normal routine and regaining her strength. Her combat training had been sorely neglected for several months now, which would need to be fixed soon if she were to be in any shape to defend herself.
Still, Nathan had done his best to grant her request, so trying to appear as though this arrangement was perfectly fine with her, Megan smiled politely. “No, there was nothing else. Thank you very much for your assistance, Doctor.” she replied, before noting that he still seemed pretty shaken up from being pinned by that dog, clearly not his favorite animal, and added, “Are you alright? I take it you don’t like dogs much. If it’s any consolation, that one seemed pretty harmless, albeit big. In fact, I think he just likes you and only wanted you to give him some attention.”
Megan wasn’t entirely convinced she’d reassured him any but figured it was worth a try. She’d always loved dogs, and therefore had somewhat of a hard time imagining being afraid of them. Commander Garrett had been about to leave when she remembered her request from the night before and turned back. “Oh, I realize that with the Brigadier falling ill you’re priority is clearly with him, but whenever you get a chance to get together the information I requested, you can just send it to my office. Thanks again for helping me out with that.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2007 6:58:38 GMT
"Reynolds to T'Ress, I know it hasn't been long, but have you made any progress?" Matt asked.
The feline murmerred a bit, reaching for his combadge with a bit of hesitation. Purring into it with a flick of his tail, he leaned back before begining to reply.
"Murr, sir, I have been able to modify the array without any physical changes to the equipment. I learned that it could be done with a software side adjustment alone and we are currently tracking all gravimetric distortions in the area. I hope that Miss Garrett will join me when she is again on duty so that we might conduct the search together. I gained quite a bit of respect for her on our last mission."
J'Varr's reputation as a chatterbox would have seemed to still remain unphased.
Turning back to his console, he examined the readings that had already been placed there. Though they were unable to achieve the golden exact fix on the vessel, several ripple-like formations had been seen over the last fifteen minutes that the Caitian engineer had been working with the jury-rigged system.
Tapping his badge again, the feline reached Reynolds once more.
"T'Ress here...I was wondering if you could connect to my console from where you were. I am sure that, as you outrank me, you clearly have access to what I am seeing. I could send the codes right over and you can have a clear look at these distortions....it seems that your in sickbay, is that correct?"
Moving his paws over the console, he tapped a few command codes into the LCARS system.
"If you please, sir, examine the third medical computer console. It should have been diverted to display what I have been reading out."
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Post by tamara on Dec 17, 2007 5:32:01 GMT
"He's a bit overbearing I suppose." Tamara didn't agree with Zhukarak's description of Nathan's disposition, but she felt that agreeing with the Andorian was probably best, given their nature for argument.
"I'm going to go talk to the Doctor to see how long until you can get out of here."
For the past twenty minutes, Tamara had sat with the Brigadier, not saying much, but listening to him try to get himself out of sickbay. He was quite divisive, as most of his race were, but the Doctor seemed prepared and fended off all attempts to leave.
Tamara, while this all happened, maintained herself as a positive intermediary. She tried to keep on the good side of both the doctor and her commanding officer. Statements like "I see your point Zhukarak, but Nathan's points are quite valid as well," seemed to bridge the tense gap between doctor and patient, but it was a constant fight to reword these so it didn't sound like she was a broken audio-emitter.
"How long do you think it will be before he can leave? He is a busy man, from what he tells me. I'm sure the ship could really use him on the bridge." She said it loud enough for Hrisvalar to hear that she was fighting for him, but winked toward the end of her question to let Nathan know that she wasn't being a pest, just wanted a truthful answer. Her voice was not patronizing, as she did not want Zhukarak to get the idea she was simply trying to get his trust on her side. She was justifiably fending for him. She knew the unlikeliness of being successful in her offense for him, so she played a good defense in front of Nathan.
Doctor Thompson returned to Zhuk's bed. "Well, it doesn't sound like it's going to be any time soon here, dear." She shook her head in disbelief for him as he rolled his eyes.
"Now now... you can't get mad at the Doctor. He's just doing his job. I'm sure he wants you on the bridge as much as you do."
Tamara looked away and took a deep breath. The constant reassurance to the Doctor that he was doing the right thing, and then the reminders to Zhukarak that he should have more patience with the Doctor was becoming exhausting.
As the Brigadier starting talking about all the things he could be doing other than being in sickbay, Tamara's mind uncharacteristically wandered to the holodeck simulation facing the nebula. What a great stress relieve that would be when this was over.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Dec 18, 2007 5:10:16 GMT
"What do think they are?" Matt asked as he looked at the distortions on the medical console. These types of distortions were usually seen in the presence of cloaking devices, but the Jefferson was still two days from her destination and still inside Federation space.
(T'ress)
As both men spoke, they both realized that the distortions were getting stronger and closer. Their were emanating from a nearby system which according to an earlier survey was completely empty except for a small comet.
"Could this be a natural phenomenon?" Matt asked knowing that anything was possible when it came to space.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2007 5:38:49 GMT
"What do think they are?" Matt asked as he looked at the distortions on the medical console. These types of distortions were usually seen in the presence of cloaking devices, but the Jefferson was still two days from her destination and still inside Federation space.
Shaking his head, the Caitian engineer continued to speak through his communications link with the higher ranking officer. "I believe them to be the distortions that we were looking for - some modification of the engines. As you know, warp nacelle technology, and thus anytime one creates a warp field, murr, creates a wave of subspace distortion that one might...one might say a vessel surfs on. Any modification of an engine matrix would make that purposeful distortion very clear."
As both men spoke, they both realized that the distortions were getting stronger and closer. Their were emanating from a nearby system which according to an earlier survey was completely empty except for a small comet.
With a flick of the tail, the feline glared down at the monitor with an increasingly intense gaze. "I believe that we should be in an intercept range any time now...if the helmsman would allow us to increase speed we should be able to catch visual in...meerow, we should be able to catch a visual in an hour."
"Could this be a natural phenomenon?" Matt asked knowing that anything was possible when it came to space.
"Sir, I apologize, but it could. I know that I am getting very intrigued by this theoretical postulation, but there is always the possibility that I am not correct and I wholly admit that fact."
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