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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2008 22:42:57 GMT
"Uh-oh," Nathan murmured as he reviewed the data the computer finally had come up with. The computer listed a long list of possible cures now, but as he reviewed the results, he already saw he couldn't possibly test them all. And some were even antagonists to eachother while others were agonists. And those couldn't be used together, or any patient would be thrown into a very dangerous situation.
He walked back to the lab and knelt down at the site where the vial had fallen. By now, the technician who had dropped the vial was also very ill and had slipped into unconscious. Nathan didn't quite understand as the technician had, to his knowledge, no blue blood. He didn't know what species exactly she had been, as she hadn't been aboard very long and he hadn't really known her very well.
The site hadn't been cleaned up and Nathan could clearly see the fluid lying on the deck. Knowing now it wasn't dangerous to Humans, he brushed the fluid with his fingers. "Ow!" he exclaimed, gazing numbly at his bleeding fingers. Apparently there were still splinters of glass embedded in the fluid, after the largest pieces had been removed for analysis earlier. He also needed to know why the vial could break in the first place as normally they couldn't, not just like that.
"Counselor!" he called, sitting up and staring at his bleeding hand. It took several long seconds before it even dawned on him to wipe his hand on his coat and examine the tiny injuries for presence of glass splinters. As he rose to his feet, the counselor approached. "I need your assistance," he stated, holding up his right hand, showing her the tiny cuts. "I have been infected I think, there was still glass in the fluid. I don't believe this will affect Humans much, according to our data we are in the safe zone but we can't be certain. I need you to scan me, away from the others. I don't want to worry them any more than they have to be."
He waited for the counselor to respond. As he waited he saw her glance past him, thrust the tricorder into his hands and shout at a child who had sneaked into the lab. Turning, he saw her grab the child's hand, just in time before it could touch the remains of the vial. The child squirmed and yanked his hand away, causing the counselor to lose her balance. To catch it, she reached and placed her hand flat on the deck....right in the viral puddle.
He cried out her name in warning but it came too late. Nathan rushed forward and ushered the child back to main sickbay. "Cyle, watch the children!" he called urgently, waving Hrisvalar to remain where he was. He returned to the lab and knelt beside Tamara. "Let me see," he demanded, prying her hand open. "We have to let it bleed, that might reduce the infection."
The doctor helped the counselor to her feet. "How do you feel?" he asked, guiding her to the nearest biobed in main sickbay. "I'll have to take a full scan, just in case. As I said, it shouldn't infect us but we've been around other species, or it could've mutated along the way. We can't be sure. Please, as soon as you start feeling different than before, you must let me know."
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Post by tamara on Jan 20, 2008 18:51:00 GMT
Tamara was a strong woman emotionally, but she felt like crying when she saw that she had the possibility of becoming infected. She had not signed up for Starfleet to lose her life in such a senseless manner. She knew it was a possibility when she volunteered. She straightened her upper lip in attempt to show any sign of feeling sorry for herself.
"I don't suppose you are going to place any leeches on me," Tamara attempted to quip, but the quiver in her voice gave away her nervousness. Aldebaran mud leeches were available, but they would also have a sedative effect which was probably not needed in her case. Regardless, she was open to any and all suggestion from the Doctor.
"You said this isn't effecting humans?" she asked pensively. If that were true Nathan would not be so nervous about the glass in his hand. It was amazing after hundreds of years of medicine, they were still practicing witch doctory. Sure, the amount of treatments have increased, but everything was ran on a trial-basis. There were no real solutions that always worked for everyone. Tamara had a strong feeling- short of knowing definitively- that humans were effected, and Nathan was just trying to keep her spirits up. It wasn't needed, though. Tamara was naturally optimistic, and she had faith in the Doctor.
Blood continued to drip from her hand as the Doctor picked some of the pieces of glass out of it. The local anesthetic worked wonderfully, but she was still wincing in pain as her arm started to throb.
"Doctor," she said nervously, "my arm is starting to throb. Is that normal?" She suspected it might be from the open wound, or maybe a side effect of the pain relief which was administered to her. To make sure, she asked.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2008 7:06:09 GMT
Moving back to her console from the command center, Megan was attempting to appear as calm as possible to avoid worrying any of the other bridge officers, but the urge to do something to relieve the tension, like pacing, was driving her crazy. Her first, official diplomatic conversation and she was about to be completely shown up by the warp core ejection; otherwise, her bluff may very well have worked. Pulling up the sensor readings, Commander Garrett was at least pleased to see that the radiation levels were still far too high for them or the other vessel to get accurate readings. Unfortunately, a warp core would be hard to miss.
Lieutenant Tagert was already beginning a series of maneuvers in preparation for avoiding an anti-matter explosion. Megan had been impressed with their new helmsman so far and was grateful to have another senior officer on the bridge. When the whole ship began to shake, the science officer moved to open a channel, but embarrassingly enough, lost her balance and hit the deck shoulder first, hard. Another officer moved to help her up, but she waved him away, not actually hurt. Her shoulder would most like sport a nasty bruise in a few hours, but no other serious damage had been done except to her pride.
By the time the Commander had managed to scramble back to her feet and check the board, the ship had stopped shaking and Tagert’s evasive maneuvers were well under way. Megan had been about to warn the ship to brace for core ejection, but now the warning would be pointless. It was at that moment that the chief engineer’s voice came over the comm once more. "To all hands, this is Commander T'Ress. Do not panic; the warp core has not been ejected. Murr... there will be no breech. Full power will be restored in time measured in hours."
‘Thank you J’Varr…’ Megan thought in relief at the feline’s announcement. He’d helped her save face with the Romulans, and right now, that was a huge deal. Wherever their foes were and in whatever type of ship, they now had no way of knowing just how badly the Jefferson was damaged, and with the time it would take for the radiation levels to disperse made longer with the addition of what was vented from the Jefferson’s engines, they might very well never find out.
“Lieutenant, keep us as close to the highest levels of radiation as possible without causing us any damage. We’ll use it to keep the Romulans from being able to properly scan us until we’re in better shape.” Megan ordered the navigational officer before moving to tap her commbadge and request a status report from sickbay. That was when the very weary voice of J’Varr came back over the comm. "Medical....medical emergency in main engineering..."
“T’Ress? Commander, can you hear me?” Megan asked, worried about how weak the Caitian had sounded, and when no reply came back, she became even more concerned. “Garrett to Doctor van Breughel, I need to know who on your medical staff is not in sickbay and can be sent to Main Engineering to assist Commander T’Ress. Be advised, the radiation levels are too high to beam him out but are not lethal. Also, I need a status report on your current situation.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2008 20:51:07 GMT
"Perfectly normal...Tamara," Nathan promised her, "several tendons in your hand have been cut by the sharp edges of the glass, and me pulling them out causes them to retract. It may be what you feel in your arm. Your brain is trying to send impulses to your hand, and now they meet a dead end, and they signal that back to your brain as pain."
Part of what he said was true, but the other part was to keep the counselor calm. She didn't seem like the sort of woman to panic easily, but Nathan couldn't take any chances. "You'll be fine," he promised, then gritted his teeth as he pulled the tiny shards of glass from his own fingers. "Either way, the floor wasn't clean so we both do need a tetanus shot. Who knows who's been there, and where they were before that."
Reaching into a drawer, he produced two vials and a hypospray. He inserted one vial into it, then pressed it against Tamara's throat, before inserting the second one and pressing it against his own skin. "Do you want me to bandage your hand, or do you want it to bleed a little longer. It can't hurt to led it bleed, it's a not a bad cut and it won't need stitches."
The doctor wanted to say more but a call from the bridge interrupted him. “Garrett to Doctor van Breughel, I need to know who on your medical staff is not in sickbay and can be sent to Main Engineering to assist Commander T’Ress. Be advised, the radiation levels are too high to beam him out but are not lethal. Also, I need a status report on your current situation.”
"On my..." he started, then faltered. He couldn't go there to tend to the matter himself. "Counselor Thompson and I have been infected," he reported calmly, though he felt cold sweat trickle down his back. "However I have determined that Humans are pretty much immune to this virus. Andorians, on the other hand, are quite in the dangerzone and if Hrisvalar falls ill, the virus could mutate and kill us all. For now, sickbay will remain under quarantine while we look for a cure."
Then, he suddenly realised something. "Beam Commander T'Ress to sickbay," he called. Earlier he had tested Caitian blood against the virus and he was certain he had seem something then. With fresh blood, he could be certain. "We'll have a separate isolated ward set up in a minute. I may have found something against this virus!"
Nathan prayed the Caitian would co-operate. He gave Tamara a very quick and shy hug, before darting back to his lab. There, he called up the readings and cried out in joy. "Captain we may have a cure!" he cried out, grabbing Cyle in a somewhat fiercer hug. He emerged from his lab and tossed the PADD at the Andorian, then walked over to the isolated ward, where T'ress sat unhappily on the biobed.
"J'Varr, I need to play vampire on you. The wellbeing of this entire ship may depend on it." Wearing a protective suit, Nathan stepped through the area that separated the isolated unit from the rest of sickbay. "Please, help us?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2008 22:42:52 GMT
"Cyle, watch the children!" he called urgently, waving Hrisvalar to remain where he was. Cyle looked back to see Zhuk visibly unhappy about the situation, Cyle hoped Zhuk wasn't already infected, but he could tell that Zhuk was already not acting like his old self. 'I hope he doesn't get to bad' He thought to himself. Cyle had to stay put and keep an eye on the children, other wise there was no telling what kind of trouble they could get in. Cyle could see out of the side of his eyes, that Nathan and the counselor were talking, hopefully they had come up with some kind of idea to fix this mess.
Cyle had just turned when Nathan rushed over and gave him a hug, he wasn't sure what was happening, and before he could react the doctor had left and disappeared into another isolated area. Turning back to face the children, he noticed that Cassandra had begun to hurdle the other children into a corner, to better keep an eye on them. Zhuk was visibly growing angry, almost as if he was enraged at something. Cyle saw the PADD that had been tossed at the andorian, and walked over to look at it. It seemed to Cyle like they might have found a cure, yet Zhuk was still upset. Hearing a few words that was Zhuk was muttering under his breath, Cyle could tell Zhuk was cursing at the doctor, but for what reasons he did not know.
"Doctor i wish you would hurry up." Zhuk called out, even though that Nathan probably couldn't hear him. "I'm sure the doctor is doing everything he can sir" Hannah said, trying to comfort the Brigadier, who wouldn't have any of it. "i doubt that, hes probably just talking with that over grown cat." Cyle could tell this could get out of hand quickly, and if it did, he would need to do something. "Cassandra, i want you to watch the younger one as best you can, i don't like whats going on" Cyle walked over to stand behind Zhuk, only to have the andorian whirl around on him, looking at him as if he was an enemy. "Trying to sneak up on me Cyle? you should know better" Zhuk said, with a wicked smile on his face. "your not well sir, you should sit down and take it easy" Cyle said holding his hands out to show he was not trying to threaten the andorian.
"Take it easy? you want me to take it easy. How can I take it easy, when I'm the only one in here not going to survive? I know what your all planning, trying to kill me with a virus, but finding a cure so you can all live. well, i wont let you, if I'm going to die so will all of you" as he finished Zhuk spun on his heels and darted towards the isolated area where Nathan and the caitian were. Cyle chased after Zhuk and tackled him, a few feet from the isolated area. Cyle and Zhuk wrestled for a few moments before Zhuk grabbed an object that looked like a scalpel and needle in one, he stabbed Cyle in the chest before having a hypo pressed against his neck by Hannah, knocking the enraged Andorian out, rolling to a stop beside Cyle. Cyle lay still for a moment, before ripping the tool out and throwing it away from him. He lay on the ground breathing heavy and pain tore threw his chest in quick pulses as his blood flowed freely from the wound. Hannah kneel-ed at his side giving him various hypo sprays to help stop the bleeding and ease his pain. Cassandra cried out when she saw what had happened and rushed to his side, holding his hands.
Just moments after the scuffle between Cyle and Zhuk occurred, Cyle heard the doctor saying something about having what was needed to find a cure. Cyle could tell that Nathan was worried about him, but between the watery eyes, and the gentle touch he felt, he wasn't sure which gave it away. Cyle was now laying on a biobed, still slowly bleeding through the gauze and other attempts to stop it, without having much use of the computers. "Doctor.....you need......to find........a cure......first.........dont worry about me........" He said, with a smile as Hannah came over to take over for the doctor. "you know he likes you, right?" she whispered to him, to which Cyle nodded. He knew, and he was thankful. Cyle watched the doctor return to working on a cure, and then looked over at Zhuk, who was still unconscious on a bio bed near him, with restraints attached. Cassandra had yet to leave Cyle's side, where she had fallen asleep, he was assured she was alright and was indeed sleeping.
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Post by tagert on Jan 22, 2008 5:21:05 GMT
Commander Garret had pulled herself up from the deck, and was setting up on one hand, as she said “Lieutenant, keep us as close to the highest levels of radiation as possible without causing us any damage. We’ll use it to keep the Romulans from being able to properly scan us until we’re in better shape.”
"Yes Ma'am." Tom acknowledged. He started to steer to a rather large pocket of radiation but noticed the void moving with them so instead of moving through a region of the radiation that was less dense than there current spot he moved the Jefferson along the center of the radiation they were closer to.
ON BOARD THE SCOUT VESSEL SURREAL:
Commander Darius sat high in the center chair. On the bridge of his ship, "HIS SHIP" There was no room for small talk. His officers didn't speak unless spoken to, he was the only one who spoke at will. He was a dreadful man, probably because of his command, his crew for the most part, were experts and deserved to work on a ship with a better chance for advancement.
Sadly he had been serving aboard the Surreal for over 80 years, and just last year had become the commander of the vessel. Usually the scientist invented the technology and the military took all of the credit. He had worked for years on this project, his high commander Tarsus would probably have invented this mine by the end of the week, and have a grand parade on romulus for his promotion.
His science officer T'elis gave him the eye, he could feel on the back of his neck. "What is it?" Darius bellowed."Sir. It's Federation ship they just moved deeper into the radiation. It's making it harder to read there power levels. Sir this might mean that they are powering weapons where they could catch us off guard." T'elis said "Preposterous" Darius shot back. "there is no way they can tell where we are. how can you attack a target you can't see? Pull back the mines we will inform High command of the situation and wait till a warbird can be sent. Move us to with in 500Kelicams of that ship. I want a good look, just in case"
The mines were given a prototype cloak that thrived off of the radiation making them impossible to track even for the romulans, so each mine had to have a recall transponder that would acctivate on comand, the crew of the jefferson was damned the moment they entered this system.
"Brembeck! get me that Commander of that Federation ship back we shall see if they are arming wepons."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2008 18:37:44 GMT
"Be advised, the radiation levels are too high to beam him out but are not lethal. Also, I need a status report on your current situation.”
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He emerged from his lab and tossed the PADD at the Andorian, then walked over to the isolated ward, where T'ress sat unhappily on the biobed.
The feline certainly was not sure how he got to this point. Surely, the radiation levels were far too high for any reasonable transporter techniques to be used. Megan had even given a great warning as to not use the transporter. He was therefore puzzled.
However, if he were to retrace the steps, he would have found that the Engineering crews, that the Caitian had evacuated, had placed transport enhancers onto the partially melted doorway of the Engineering proper. Slowly injecting traditional radio frequency waves, coupled with subspace modulation, into the area that the feline was suspected to have been in. These waves, therefore, were not in anyway in tune with the radiation that had flooded the compartment. Utilizing a sort of subspace transmatch, they were able to gather a lock on the feline. At least provisionally anyways.
Slowly easing the pattern buffer forward, the feline's body had erupted into the energy-matter stream that was so prevelant in transporter technology. Through this method, he had then been replaced into sickbay without having a breakdown. It would not, of course, please the engineer if he ever learned of the fact that there was a one in four chance that he could have been lost within the pattern buffer due to the extraneous tuned radiation.
"J'Varr, I need to play vampire on you. The wellbeing of this entire ship may depend on it." Wearing a protective suit, Nathan stepped through the area that separated the isolated unit from the rest of sickbay. "Please, help us?"
Frowning deeply, the Caitian had just barely recovered from his ordeal when the doctor spoke to him. "Merrow....here I am dying of radiation poisoning and you wan...." With a deep exhalation, he shook his head, "Do as you must doctor. Do whatever you will with me. I consent wholly, and if it should be of assistance to those who are here....then allow the record show that I am prepared to fully sacrifice for their wellbeing, Doctor."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2008 22:24:39 GMT
Nathan snared at the cat's tail, knowing it would get his attention. "T'Ress, you are not dying of radiation poisoning," he snapped as he filled several vials with the Caitian's blood, "you were exposed to radiation, high levels of it, but you won't die. Understood?"
The doctor pressed a hypospray against his throat, then pressed him down on the biobed. "You should feel better in a few minutes. And thank you for allowing me to draw so much blood from you. If I'm right, you're the only one who can save the entire crew. Brigadier Hrisvalar in particular, in fact as Andorians are in the critical zone. Myself and Counselor Thompson have been directly infected due to direct contact with the sample, but Humans should be fairly safe."
Nathan was starting to feel oppressed in his EV-suit, sweat pouring down his face. He was nervous, especially since he was working under a lot of pressure, not to mention limited time. How much time did Hrisvalar have? "I'm sorry. If you wear a suit you can walk around sickbay, otherwise I advise you to stay here in this isolated ward and keep working on saving this ship...and its crew."
He hurried out of the ward, making sure the Caitian could get out at any time he wanted to, and could contact anyone he wanted to. Reaching Cyle's bed, he leaned forward, tracing the line of his face with two fingers. "You'll be all right," he promised, "you'll have to be."
Nathan shot the counselor an angry glare, before turning to the Andorian, who was just coming round again. "Why?" he asked, "why did you stab him?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2008 18:30:54 GMT
Nathan snared at the cat's tail, knowing it would get his attention. "T'Ress, you are not dying of radiation poisoning," he snapped as he filled several vials with the Caitian's blood, "you were exposed to radiation, high levels of it, but you won't die. Understood?"
Yelping and hawing at the snare, the Caitian snapped out of it, biting at his lower lip. Or at least whatever structure he had in place of a lip - it became often a difficult nuisance to name the parts of the Caitian anatomy due to their slight lack of homologoness to human parts. He forced himself to nod, "Be glad you have the ability to use hypos and not actual needles..."
And thank you for allowing me to draw so much blood from you. If I'm right, you're the only one who can save the entire crew.
The feline smirked as best as he could, coiling his tail in such a manner so as to rest it at the bottom of his chair, "Allow me to reiterate something I have said, murr...just be glad you did not have to use needles. I've been by some country medicine worlds where they actually use them...observation of course. Pre-warp civilizations and all..." He shut himself up soon enough, knowing full well that his penchant for small talk and chatter would not be holding it's normal sense of whimsy under these conditions.
"I'm sorry. If you wear a suit you can walk around sickbay, otherwise I advise you to stay here in this isolated ward and keep working on saving this ship...and its crew."
Shaking his head largely, the feline exhaled. "Certainly, I shall have to stay here. Provided that I have a computer console, I should be able to continue my actions in the service of this vessel." Turning around, he found that this wish had been granted to him, moving to place his paws about the computer's interface. Moving his claws about it, he began to create orders for the engineering crews.
Remembering the fiasco that occurred the last time he made a request to the operations department, however, he made no move to make a suggestion to them as to how to assist the reconstruction of the vessel.
Soon calling up a schematic diagram of the ship's engines, he started to make notes as to where one might begin to remove his crunch-time modifications and instead implement sound positioning in the form of properly replicated dilithium crystals. Furthermore, he made notes to indicate which ports he had removed the iso-linear mechanics from. These chips and boards would need to be replaced to maintain the system of energy exchange flux.
His final notes would be in regard to the environmental system - before making a note that he would be controlling the gas exchange orders from this console. Due to the delicate balance in sickbay, he would have to, with a knowledge of the modifications he made, alter the way in which the computer made such choices.
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Post by tamara on Jan 28, 2008 2:57:14 GMT
The angry stare she received from Nathan was comical. It was quite clear which parties his anger was focused toward. The counselor, being in the state of infection she was, did not incur the wrath of the Doctor, if one could call it a wrath. It was more of a pathetic attempt to keep order. The marines in his sickbay hijacked the mood of the entire sickbay, and created a jail out of what should be a normal stay on a bio bed.
She tightened the bandage on her hand, heeding the advice to allow the wound to breath. The semipermeable material would do just that, but also soak up any of the blood that came forth in what could be described as a slow seep.
She needed to mediate, but she didn't know how. Zhukarak did not respect her. It seemed that way at least. Cyle was irrational, and did not seem to get the big picture. This was her first encounter with the marine, though. Her instincts were usually not too far off. And, from his behavior, she could see this was one of her more correct assumptions.
"Come with me," she said to one of the kids in sickbay. Her name was Josephine, and she was human. Her blood had tested negative for what was infecting sickbay, but she was also shown to be a carrier. Tamara had overheard Nathan telling this to a nurse earlier.
The girl was twelve years old, Tamara ascertained in the short set of questions she asked the girl. She chose Josephine, who liked being called Jo', because she seemed the calmest of all the children.
"Would you like to meet some of the senior officers?" Tamara asked Jo. She kept her bleeding hand as far away from the girl as possible. It was not only an unpleasant site, but was also a bio-hazard in terms of being infectious.
The girl shrugged. She had never met anyone on the senior staff. Her mother was a teaching assistant aboard the ship, and while she heard stories of the officers, and seen them in passing, she had not had a reason to speak with one. Jo was only twelve, and thus never had a reason to.
"Well, let's go talk to Sergeant Johnson then," Tamara said cheerfully. Her one arm was still tingling, but she used the opposite hand to grab the girl's and lead it over to Cyle.
"Sergeant Cyle, I would like for you to meet one of our little crew members." The girl, having witnessed the brawl between the marine and the commanding officer, shrunk her head into her shoulders. Had she known that this was the person she was going to visit, she probable would not have been so agreeable. Now, shyness stopped her from retreating.
"Her mother is a teaching assistant on board." Tamara, behind Jo's back, gave Cyle the meanest look she could muster up. It told the marine that he had better be nice to this girl.
"Look at how brave he is." Tamara said to Jo. "He's not scared here." Cyle, who had calmed down somewhat.
"Have you ever met a marine, Jo?" The girl shook her head no. "Why don't you tell her what marines do."
By urging the marine to communicate with the innocence of a child, she hoped to calm him down. Zhukarak would be next, but she would have to do it differently. It was quite clear that the Andorian Brigadier was not good with children, and such an encounter may prove disastrous, and degrade morale.
Tamara's arm continued to tingle, and she noticed swelling around the wound site, creeping from around the bandages. She felt her forehead; it was warm. She wrote it off as being couped up in sickbay. Hopefully they could all be released soon.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2008 12:36:16 GMT
“Counselor Thompson and I have been infected. However I have determined that Humans are pretty much immune to this virus. Andorians, on the other hand, are quite in the danger zone and if Hrisvalar falls ill, the virus could mutate and kill us all. For now, sickbay will remain under quarantine while we look for a cure."
The slight edge of fear in the doctor’s voice was almost masked, but not entirely. Nathan had every reason to be afraid, but at the moment, Megan needed him to answer her question, as every second that passed, their chief engineer’s body was most likely absorbing even more dangerous radiation. Before she could answer, however, Doctor van Breughel replied, “Beam Commander T'Ress to sickbay; we'll have a separate isolated ward set up in a minute. I may have found something against this virus!"
The channel was instantly cut, probably the result of the obvious excitement in the doctor’s voice. Unfortunately in his enthusiasm, Nathan had clearly forgotten that the transporters could not beam him out. With a sigh, Megan debated reminding the doctor of this and asking him about off duty medical personnel once again but thought better of it. They’d have to find another way to get to J’Varr and get him to sickbay then it seemed.
Luckily, the engineers Commander T’Ress had evacuated from engineering had already been working on getting their boss out and contacted the bridge at that moment to report that they had found a way to get a transporter lock on him. “Beam him directly to sickbay, and good work.” Megan replied, grateful that the Caitian’s staff had been so on top of what was going on to do what was needed before it was even asked.
The operations console began beeping almost as soon as the channel was closed. ‘It’s always something…’ Megan thought, turning to the officer manning the station to find out what was going on. “Ma’am, we’re receiving another hail from the Romulans.” the operations officer reported.
Moving once more from the science station to the center of the bridge, Megan squared her shoulders and faced the viewscreen. ‘Time for act two…’ she thought before nodding towards ops to open the channel and find out what Darius wanted now.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2008 13:08:30 GMT
Nathan was completely oblivious to what was happening now in his sickbay; he had isolated himself in one of the laboratories, where he worked hard on isolating the one factor from T'Ress' blood that could mean the cure to their little epidemic in sickbay. So far, he had managed to spin down the blood and separate the plasma from the cells, thereby separating the buffycoat as well.
The doctor assumed he would be using the buffycoat later, but for now he lysated the cells in the spun down part, while he had one of his machines analyse the contents of the plasma. "Here, hold this for me," he told a Klingon child of approximately eight years old, who had followed him into the lab.
The child stood perfectly still, holding the handful of vials the doctor had given him. For a Klingon, he was remarkably well behaved, Nathan had mused. "Thank you," he told the child as he retrieved his vials, "why don't you go check up on counselor Thompson for me?"
Setting the vials aside, he handed the Klingon child a tricorder and showed him how to use it. "Come back to me when you're done," he suggested, "and don't forget to ask her how she feels okay?"
The child nodded and ran out of the lab, nearly colliding with Cyle Johnson on his way out. The marine had released himself from the bed, and was now trailing two human female children with him, talking quietly if not somewhat unhappily.
"ma'am," the Klingon began, looking up at Thompson, "the doctor told me to examine you." Then his Klingon way took over and he scowled up at her. "Sit still. Does it still hurt?" Occasionally he glanced sideways at Hrisvalar. "Is he all right?" he asked bluntly, abandoning Thompson after he was done.
The child aimed his tricorder at the Andorian. "How do you feel?" he barked, his excitement showing at finally having something useful to do.
Meanwhile, Nathan gave a cry of excitement as his research finally seemed to give some positive results. "Sickbay to bridge, I think we have a break-through," he called, looking through one of his samples. "I'm going to test it on the brigadier, as he's the one in the most immediate danger."
Loading a vial into his hypospray and sticking several others into his pocket, Nathan walked back into main sickbay. "I think I have a cure," he announced happily, walking up to the visibly angry Andorian. "Roll up your sleeve," he ordered, pressing the hypospray against the brigadier's throat. "I'll require a bloodsample in a few seconds. Tamara, get ready to be treated as well."
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Post by tagert on Jan 30, 2008 8:22:31 GMT
Commander Darius felt something stuck in his teeth. He probed the stringy mass with his tung. It was a piece of Romulan eel left in there from lunch. Darius picked at it with his finger dislodging it and then spiting it into a tank attached to his command chair. "There you go Mister Yusarian." said the Romulan Commander. "Brembeck!!!" "Yes Commander." "Where is that commander Garrett. What is taking so long." "I have her now sir." "Put it on the viewer port." "Yes Sir."
The screen changed to STARFLEET NCC-750076 U.S.S. Jefferson then flashed to Commander Garrett, lightly flustered with a lock of hair down out of place. she brushed it away as he spoke. "Ahh Commander how nice to see you again."
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"I'm sure. We are here to check on you we've just returned from our experiment, and were about to head home." his neck itched he put one hand over his chest to hold his uniform in place, wile he moved his head scratching his neck on his collar."If you'd like a ride, we can take you to Romulus where you can send a message back to the Federation to pick you up."
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His Science officer was looking at him with red alert in his eyes. "OK. Well sorry Commander but I don't have time for you to think about it, I must be going. End transmission!" the view screen flashed back to the Federation ship that was on a mission to mess up the plans of the Tal-Shiar, not that Darius was important enough to know that plan.
Sub-commander Jombis marched in and sat next to the commander, he was the Tal-Shiar agent, Darius was sure of it. "Well well, you've got us all in a lot of trouble old man. your experiments are malfunctioning. It seems the radiation is interfering with the trans bonder codes and long range communication system onboard the ship, and you know what that means." "What it means is..." He stuck out a finger and pointed it rigidly at the youngster "If you don't get your putrid feet off of my eels bowl I will vaporise you. I don't care about the repercussions, this is my ship not your office. Now get off my bridge...NOW!!!" He grabbed Jombis by the throat and threw him into the turbo lift. Walking back to his command chair the 28 year old in the turbo lift said. "You may not care but your wife?..." Jombus rubbed his throat. "And that daughter that you haven't even met?"A smile came to Jombis face. Darius cringed, he hadn't thought of that, but it did let him know for sure that Jombis was Tal-Shiar.
Jombis stood up and walked over to Darius and said "I would like you to figure a way to get the comm systems running in the next 18 hours... no make that 17, if you can't do it... then I'll kill you... before we all die. Make it quick old man our cloak is destabilizing too." Jombis sat down in Darius chair, and grabbed Yusarian by the neck with his gloved hand. The eel struggled but out of water he just didn't have the strength to get away. Jombis rubbed his head a little then threw him back in his bowl.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Feb 1, 2008 4:18:08 GMT
Not being able to function like he was accostomed to was driving the first officer mad. He knew that his staff was doing everything in their power to keep things together, but he needed to be doing something. Deciding that being ill later was a just justification for his actions, Matt made his way towards the bridge with the intention of becoming fully informed and helping any way he could.
"Commander Garrett, please report," Matt ordered as soon as he entered the bridge.
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OOC: Sorry about the length, but I just needed to interject myself into the mission once again. I'm really proud and impressed on what you guys have been doing. It's absolutely great.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2008 7:33:20 GMT
"Ah, Commander; how nice to see you again."
“The pleasure is all mine, Commander Darius.” Garrett managed to get out along with as polite a smile as she could manage, but the science officer was extremely suspicious. Just what exactly did he want…
"I'm sure. We are here to check on you; we've just returned from our experiment, and were about to head home. If you'd like a ride, we can take you to Romulus where you can send a message back to the Federation to pick you up."
Megan couldn’t believe the audacity of this Romulan. Being that they were still well within Federation space, and actually closer to the border with the Klingons than the Romulans, his request made no sense. They could be right on the Romulan border and there was no way the Jefferson or her crew would be going anywhere with them.
“While that’s a very kind offer, Commander, we’re actually closer to base than Romulus, so it would make little sense to go so far out of our way just to get back home. It’s best not to get underway until all repairs are complete, as we’re not currently in any danger. Thank you for your…”
"OK. Well sorry Commander, but I don't have time for you to think about it; I must be going. End transmission!" The signal was abruptly severed, clearly indicating something else was going on…something that he didn’t want the Jefferson to know about, or perhaps something he didn’t want to know about the Jefferson.
Moving to stand beside the helm for a moment, Megan frowned at the screen for a moment before quietly ordering, “Continue to keep an eye on the voids in the radiation. We haven’t seen the last of him, and I doubt they’re going anywhere.”
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Just about to contact engineering and ask for a status report, the turbolift doors opened to reveal a clearly unwell Commander Reynolds. "Commander Garrett, please report." he ordered moving to join her in the center of the bridge.
“I was just speaking with Commander Darius, the Romulan I mentioned earlier. I’ve been careful to keep him in the dark about how badly damaged we are, and the current levels of radiation are too high to get detailed scans. We’re able to track any ships and mines within close proximity to the Jefferson by looking for voids in the radiation fields but other than that, our sensors aren’t doing much good. I have us positioned deep within the field to keep our status obscured buying us some time while we are conducting repairs.”
“Darius said he was leaving, but I doubt we’ve seen the last of him, Sir, and there are most likely more mines out there as well.” Megan reported, trying to be as brief as possible but still relay all the relevant information. While a part of her was relieved to see the first officer on the bridge, he still did not look well…but questioning his health was probably not the best of ideas.
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Post by tagert on Feb 1, 2008 7:57:24 GMT
Moving to stand beside the helm for a moment, Commander Garrett frowned at the screen for a moment before quietly ordering, “Continue to keep an eye on the voids in the radiation. We haven’t seen the last of him, and I doubt they’re going anywhere.”
"Yes ma'am." Tom said. The void was moving a little it was turning over very slowly. Tom was thinking how if the Romulans had perfected the Phase cloak they could just beamed there away teams aboard then declaok and take the ship with relative ease.
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Feb 1, 2008 18:53:55 GMT
“I was just speaking with Commander Darius, the Romulan I mentioned earlier. I’ve been careful to keep him in the dark about how badly damaged we are, and the current levels of radiation are too high to get detailed scans. We’re able to track any ships and mines within close proximity to the Jefferson by looking for voids in the radiation fields but other than that, our sensors aren’t doing much good. I have us positioned deep within the field to keep our status obscured buying us some time while we are conducting repairs.”
“Darius said he was leaving, but I doubt we’ve seen the last of him, Sir, and there are most likely more mines out there as well.” Megan reported, trying to be as brief as possible but still relay all the relevant information.
"It won't be long until Commander Darius realizes just how damaged we are," Matt said as he took a seat," we need to contact Starbase Assailant before this happens."
(Megan)
"Reynolds to Doctor van Breughal," Matt said as he tapped his combadge," are you any closer to finding a cure?"
(Nathan)
"That is positive news, keep me apprised," Matt replied pleased at the progress being made. With Commander T'ress now confined to sickbay repairs were going to go a lot slower than preferred. Even though he would be able command his engineering teams from sickbay but the loss of the chief engineer was a setback.
"Commander Garrett we need to get communications established again," Matt said as he headed towards the operations console," the Romulans will be contacting us soon enough."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2008 19:10:27 GMT
OOC: I sincerely apologize for taking time to do this. I have had a lot of schoolwork taking up nearly all my time that my job wasn't and I hope that I can be forgiven.
Moving once more from the science station to the center of the bridge, Megan squared her shoulders and faced the viewscreen. ‘Time for act two…’ she thought before nodding towards ops to open the channel and find out what Darius wanted now.
J'Varr, from his console in the confines of his seclusion, could do nothing but watch this communication be opened. He could not hear nor see what was occurring. However, it was still his job to allocate power towards the device and this he had to do. Reaching back for the commands, for he was rather unable to speak in his condition, he tried to type in the power control codes to allow the communications system to override the self-imposed power budgeting conditions that the feline had set up for the vessel.
Figuring that he had already experimented a great deal with this mission, he believed that now was not the right time to introduce any further creations into the system. However, with such a quarantine like this, there would be no better time time than now to attempt to streamline command codes. They needed to be replaced in the interim, due to the sensitivity of everything that was going on, so his antiquated idea would best be attempted at the time being.
He doubted that many Starfleet personnel, even Computer Scientists, had heard much of COBOL. It had first appeared in the middle of the 20th century, or around 1959 his studies had told him. Not at all particularly novel in any matter in this century, he found that the antiquity of it would certainly throw off anyone who was persuaded to invade the engineering command system. When one was having a comminque with the Romulan Star Empire one could never be too careful in what one did.
Reaching his paws down to the panel, he started to notice just how much fur he had in fact started to loose due to the radiation. Stretching his fingers, they hunched naturally over the LCARS terminal. Therefore he slowly began to input his promised, aforementioned code.
[ Let Engineering standard:
IDENTIFICATION DIVISION. PROGRAM-ID. SECURITY-STANDARD-ENGINEERING. PROCEDURE DIVISION. MAIN. DISPLAY 'LCARS 38965.'. STOP RUN.
End system.]
Satisfied that something of that era would surely not be broken by simple way of oversight, in the manner that ancient languages were used as codes by the allies during World War II, the feline seemed confident in his level of work. He actually smiled a bit at it whilst his tail unfurled.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2008 22:49:19 GMT
~three hours later~
Nathan walked up to his commanding officer, running a tricorder over him, pleased to note there was no further sign of infection. Neither the virulent virus nor the antenna infection. He looked a little happier too and had a bit more colour on his face than before. "How do you feel?" he asked quietly, taking a second set of readings to confirm his first.
"Better," the Andorian answered curtly, his antennae moving slowly as if swayed by a breeze. "How are you and the counselor doing?"
Raising his eyebrows in surprise, the doctor smiled. "We'll be fine sir, thank you for asking. Tamara's responding well, her arm is no longer throbbing and I haven't felt better in days."
He released the bonds that held his captain to the bed. "You're free to move about now, everyone in sickbay is vaccinated and we're distributing it to the crew via the air vents. In a few minutes, I'm going to lift the quarantine and you can return to the bridge."
That seemed to please the Andorian as he nodded curtly, which came as close to being polite to the poor doctor. Nathan knew by now that the brigadier didn't quite seem to like him, though the feeling wasn't miutual. The Human civillian respected and admired the commanding officer, in more ways than one.
The doctor walked over to Cyle, who was still playing games with the two girls. "How do you feel?" nathan repeated, coming to stand beside the marine. He stood in close proximity, almost nose to nose. "I was worried for you," the doctor admitted, his voice a mere whisper so the counselor wouldn't overhear. "I would entrust Freddy into your care any day," he continued his admission, "these girls adored you. You're very good with children, no matter what rough exterior you choose to display. Remember that." His fingers brushed the marine's cheek before he walked over to an isolated ward.
"Commander T'Ress, I truly apologise for not coming to see you sooner but I have been very busy." He snapped off the quarantine forcefield that held the Caitian within his room. "In a few minutes, you will be released to return to engineering. You are free from radiation poisoning as the air in your room was laced with medication against it. You might experience a little moulting due to it, but you'll be fine."
Beckoning the feline to follow him into the main sickbay area, he spotted the counselor. The doctor winked at her, nudging T'Ress towards the group of children, while he approached Tamara. "Looks like we're out of our personal mess," he offered, "we're no longer a threat to the rest of the crew, and the captain's out of the danger zone. I'm lifting the quarantine."
Nathan tapped his combadge. "Bridge, sickbay. The quarantine has been lifted, our cure has already been inserted into the ship's air supply."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2008 8:12:58 GMT
"Commander T'Ress, I truly apologise for not coming to see you sooner but I have been very busy."
The feline's tail slowly snapped up, indicating that he was paying attention to the physician. Sighing softly, though it was far more of a purr, he titled his head gently. A good bit of fur, however, tipped off the side. Falling to the floor, each follicle danced in the air between them on it's slow decent downwards.
Shaking his head slowly, the engineer exhaled in a difficult manner. As difficult as it was for him to breath, the effect was largely psychosomatic. He was not physically having any difficulty breathing. However, due largely to the intense emotions that had transpired within him during the last period of time, he was intensely fearful of what might become of him.
"In a few minutes, you will be released to return to engineering. You are free from radiation poisoning as the air in your room was laced with medication against it. You might experience a little moulting due to it, but you'll be fine."
Smirking gently, he shook his head and watched as more fur rode off that which was able to remain rooted. "I gather than that I should have to see the ship's barber. Murr...to be honest I always find that a trip there is rather an embaressing one. Watching a cat have his fur done and all...I tend to get stared at there."
His eyes then grew wide open at the mention of returning to engineering. "You...you cannot be serious, my friend." He shook his head, which had the unwanted effect of continuing his shedding activities across the portion of sickbay in which he was now standing. "I was continuing to work while I was still in there. I am exhausted...surely I should be allowed to head for bed.."
The doctor winked at her, nudging T'Ress towards the group of children...
Smiling to them, the feline leaned down and emitted a purr to each of the children before again leaning his body up in the manner of a sufferer of arthritis. Evicting the false rhumatic joints from his mind, he moved himself into the turbolift and requested the deck upon which his quarters lied.
And lied he did one he arrived. Falling flat onto the bed, T'Ress was quickly shutting out the world and replacing it with a dream...
The magnificent sunrise erupted in tendrils...fingers of fire licking the forested mountain tops of Mauna Loa. Hands of fronds made up from the local flora echoed this non-verbal song in their droplets of dew that came crashing to Earth. He felt truly alive at this moment. Freedom. Free of worries, thoughts, concerns. Free of the troubles; the trials and tribulations of the world gone totally from him. He needed to have no fears. Simply bliss. If only every moment could be like this, he thought. Perhaps, though, if everyone was then this could not truly be appreciated. At that moment he started off, taking his feet up to slowly slide down the ridge, loosing his footing quite a bit. He had intended to go for a run, though he had not realized how loose the soil was.
And the cat's feet were kicking upon his bed as these images danced in his mind.
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Post by tamara on Feb 4, 2008 6:36:29 GMT
"Can I get this wound healed up, then?" she asked Nathan. Her arm already felt like the tingling was stopping. Tamara couldn't tell if the healing feeling was real or just in her head. It didn't matter to the counselor, though. She was going to be ok.
"I'll escort the kids back to their parents in a few minutes." she told Nathan, knowing full well his job was not done.
"I need to make sure Zhukarak isn't upset before I leave." she said, making her way over to the Andorian. A group of children followed behind her, realizing the exodus from sickbay that was about to occur. Tamara found it hard to talk grown up to her Commanding Officer while the children's eyes peered into every word leaving her mouth.
"I suggest you take some time off sir," she said, knowing full well he would protest. "I know, you've been off the bridge for a long time... but you have a fine set of crew, and they can take care of things for awhile. I think you need to release some energy. The holodeck?"
Zhukarak gave an evil stare, but didn't answer, for the sake of the children watching. "Don't make me order you," Tamara said quietly. One little boy heard and emitted a "ooooo" wincing as he did so. He thought that Doctor Thompson was going to be in trouble.
"I'll let you think about it. I'll take the kids back to their families, and I'll be right back here as soon as I'm finished."
She left, kids in tote. They ranged in age from three to fourteen. The older ones could traverse the ship alone, but it was best for a senior officer to explain the situation so that the story did not get distorted.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2008 8:07:36 GMT
"It won't be long until Commander Darius realizes just how damaged we are. We need to contact Starbase Assailant before this happens." Matt ordered, as he took his seat in the center of the bridge.
Moving back to the science console once more, Megan began to pull up the comm system. “Acknowledged, Sir; however, the radiation levels will make it very difficult to get a long range signal through, especially one that the Romulans won’t be able to intercept.” Commander Garrett replied.
It did indeed look all but impossible to get a signal through to Assailant so deep in the radiation field, let alone properly encrypt the channel. While it would clearly be beneficial to apprise Starfleet of their whereabouts and perhaps request backup, the moment they moved out of the radiation field to send a transmission their status would be known, and something told the science officer that was a very bad idea. Still, now it would be Commander Reynolds call, not hers.
"Commander Garrett we need to get communications established again. The Romulans will be contacting us soon enough."
Glancing up at the first officer, who was now moving towards ops, Megan decided that her only option was to give him the relevant information. However, this time, she felt the need to voice her opinion. After all, the Commander had been in charge of the bridge for awhile now and felt her recommendation should count for something all things considered. Still…the decision would be up to the first officer.
“Sir, I don’t think initiating communications is wise. Commander Darius was clear that his vessel was leaving, and though he’s most likely still nearby, trying to signal him would be calling him a liar. He’ll contact us on his own. Also I can’t get a message to Assailant from this deep in the radiation field; however, I advise against leaving the field to send a message, even for a moment, as the instant we do, they will be aware of the severity of our damage. I recommend we focus on repairs, especially shields, and stabilize the power systems enough to utilize the Polaric neutralization beam to detect not only their ship but the remaining mines.”
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Post by Matthew Reynolds on Feb 5, 2008 20:43:58 GMT
“Sir, I don’t think initiating communications is wise. Commander Darius was clear that his vessel was leaving, and though he’s most likely still nearby, trying to signal him would be calling him a liar. He’ll contact us on his own. Also I can’t get a message to Assailant from this deep in the radiation field; however, I advise against leaving the field to send a message, even for a moment, as the instant we do, they will be aware of the severity of our damage. I recommend we focus on repairs, especially shields, and stabilize the power systems enough to utilize the Polaric neutralization beam to detect not only their ship but the remaining mines.”
Matthew was expecting a confirmation of his plans from the science officer but when he did not receive one it took him a second to digest everything that she had just said.
"Commander you are correct," Matt replied as he stopped working on the ops console," you have more intimate knowledge of what is going on and you have already established a relationship with the Romulans."
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Matt knew that it had taken the science officer a lot of courage to challenge his orders and offer another course of action. For that reason he couldn't be prouder, but he was troubled in his own actions. He had blindly ordered the Jefferson to commit suicide by ordering communications. If it hadn't been for Megan he would have effectively killed them all.
"Alright Commander, I'll focus on the shields," Matt said," I need you to work on the Polaric beam and deal with Darius if he should contact us again."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2008 9:21:07 GMT
The captain didn't move, after Thompson had finally left sickbay and it concerned the chief medical officer a little. Had something the woman had said to him, finally gotten through at last? Resisting the urge to go check up on him, as he knew the Andorian would be all right, Nathan walked back to Cyle. "I think you should go talk to him sergeant," he said formally, finally remembering the marine's new rank. "And when you're done, meet me for dinner tonight." A personal invitation Nathan was curious to see whether the marine would take him up on it.
Before Cyle had a chance to respond, however, Nathan walked away, grabbed his medkit on his way out of sickbay and headed towards the bridge. Surprised glances met him when he entered. "I take it my comcall didn't get through?" he said, with equal surprise. "Commander T'Ress has been of immense help and the threat to this crew has been eliminated. Bridgadier Hrisvalar should come back on duty any time now."
As he spoke, the doctor walked over to where Matt was sitting slumped in his seat. "What've you been doing to yourself commander," Nathan chided the first officer, while carefully probing his limbs for injuries. "Moving you now will prove to be dangerous, even when using a transporter. You should've contacted me and we would've transported you into an isolated, decontaminated area in sickbay." Now, it was too late and Nathan would have to do all he could while Reynolds stayed put in his seat.
"I'd like you to explain to me what happened, so I can best judge your treatment," he continued, while picking up his medical tricorder, frowning at the readings they returned. "Multiple fractures, internal bleedings....though the latter seemed to have stopped on their own accord. What have you been doing to yourself commander."
Nathan turned to see Megan approaching, turning her back on the image of a Romulan male, which was displayed on the main viewscreen. "You'll have to take command, Commander Garrett," Nathan informed her, "Commander Reynolds is in no state to make any command decisions. Until Brigadier Hrisvalar returns to duty, the bridge is yours." He had just effectively removed Reynolds from his duties, even though he couldn't remove him from the bridge for now. "What has been going on anyway? What did we miss?"
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Post by tamara on Feb 10, 2008 2:30:23 GMT
The ball she was bouncing made a thumping sound against the wall of her office as the Doctor of Psychology repetitively tossed it so it would return.
She wasn't bored. In fact, the opposite was true. She had much to think about with all that happened in sickbay. The exchanges she had with the crew up until now were also on her mind, and she recalled them, as she customarily did, to review the nature of her surroundings.
"Ouch" she yelped when she instinctively grabbed the ball with her injured hand after it strayed too far to catch it comfortably. The pain in the hand was getting better. With it, her mood brightened.
The Brigadier was the largest predicament she was tossing about in her head. While the crew managed some sort of crisis on the bridge, she managed an internal crisis she was having. How to gain the trust of her commanding officer.
The Andorian marine would be a tough case, she knew that. But his open resistance for help; it was not normal for a Captain. Commanding Officers came as a breed... most of them had over stroked egos, but never felt entitled; most of them had a stunning quality to do what was right, but wasn't afraid to do something wrong if it meant a better outcome; most of them had a hard exterior, but a soft interior. It seemed, to Tamara, that she could never break past the facade to the better qualities of a Captain. Until then, she would never be in his trust, and her job role would be slightly compromised for it.
She contemplated putting in for a transfer. Perhaps somewhere back on Earth. Maybe Starfleet wasn't for her.
She bounced the ball again, and it wildly bounced back over her head to the door.
Tamara went to pick it up, and the door to her office mistook it for someone wanting to leave and opened. Freddy Van Breughel was standing there, looking terrified.
"I didn't mean to scare you!" she said, laughing.
"I was just about to ring."
"What do you need?" she smiled, remembering the help she she was able to give to so many other people than Zhukarak. The boy symbolized that.
She picked up the ball and handed to him as he answered. "I just wanted to see if you wanted to go get some cake with me. Dad has been busy lately, and I'm bored."
Tamara supposed it couldn't hurt. She dimmed the lights in the room and left for the cafeteria with the boy, her mind freed from the contemplation of unpleasant thoughts.
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