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Lieutenant Serala: Assuring the new guy

2019-01-07 03:13:04

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(( OOC: Captain Brell and I cross-posted a little while ago, so I did a re-write here. )) (( Sickbay, Deck 5, USS Atlantis )) Serala: Someone help. The Captain is unconscious. And we also need to verify that this is indeed the real Captain. This could be another decoy. EMH: I understand Lieutenant, we have our hands full here :: She = brushed her hair out of her holographic face tucking it behind her ears. :: which is why I was activated. Serala: Thank you. And could you find someone to take a look at my leg, when they have a chance. It just needs an osteo-regenerator followed by a dermal regenerator, but until then I don't think I'll be do= ing much walking. Seems to be a multiple compound fracture with laceration. EMH: Triage states a broken bone is more important than determining intensity. Serala: Take care of him first. I am needed back on the bridge, but the Captain is more important. EMH: A compromise, sit down let me scan the Captain, and you will be next. This ship needs its chief of tactical and security to be at her best right now not doubling over in pain because she accidently put too much weight on her broken limb. :: Serala sat on the biobed, then moved to layback while she waited her turn for treatment. Meanwhile, her emotions were mixed and troubled. The Captain was back...maybe. But Raga was missing now. Her best friend, despite the recent tension between them, and she felt helpless to get him back. The ship was crippled and all indications were that the asteroid had gone to warp with him onboard. By the time they got themselves back in working order, the asteroid could be anywhere. :: oO For the second time today, I have failed. Perhaps I should consider resigning from Security and Tactical and find a different field to work in. Maybe I should go into Intelligence, like father. I'm not very good= at the Sciences and Engineering, so those would be out. I doubt I would make a good counselor. Even assuming I didn't need to spend years in train= ing for the job. There are the Marines, but if I can't handle Security, wha= t makes me think I can handle being a Marine? Oo :: Serala noticed that her newest Ensign had gotten up off of a biobed and had made her way over to where she lay. :: Hyden: Hey Boss sorry I let you down. I have one heck of a headache and I think that slamming into the bulkhead didn't help me. All I remembe= r other then that is I had almost deactivated the device that's when it all= went dark. Serala: You did you job, Ensign. That's what matters to me. Injurie= s are sometimes part of the job in this field. The main thing is that we have the Captain back. At least, it seems as if he's back. He could be anoth= er imposter. Hyden: Well seems like I've missed a lot. I really want to get back= to duty, but I don't feel like I'm going to be up to the task = till Medical actually checks me out. Serala: You're definitely not going anywhere until Medical clears y= ou. And don't worry. You're doing fine. Just remember one thing, En= sign. If I am not yelling at you in Romulan, you are doing at least a decent job. So far, I would say you are doing exemplary. Hyden: Well I appreciate it makes me feel better after what happened I feel like I let the crew down after what happened. I've always given 110= % but now it feels like I've given half that. Serala: Ensign, you remind me much of myself. A habitual overworker. Relax. If you are not doing your job well, I will let you know. Hyden: Well I may overwork, but I consider my job the top priority when I= 'm on duty. This ship and crew is part of my responsibility and because of it, I train harder each and every day. My Bat'leth is displayed in my q= uarters for more than personal reasons. Serala: Commendable. I, too, train in the martial arts. I have my own Romulan dathe'anovfsen which I train with. Perhaps we should spar s= ometime. Right now, I suggest you get back to your bed so medical can treat you. Hyden: You're probably right I should go lay back down. I'l= l be back on duty soon I hope, as soon as I'm fit I'll report! EMH: I will be over to you soon Ensign to see if we can do just that, until then indeed rest yourself. Hyden: response Serala: So, is it the Captain? EMH: I can confirm this is the Captain, there is something that concerns me greatly however. :: She turned to the wall monitor and brought up the internal scans of Brell :: :: Serala breathed a sigh of relief. It was him. Raga had brought him home. Of course, he had been captured himself. :: Serala: What is it, Doctor? What is wrong? EMH: I don't know what it is or how to remove it without causing him brain damage. The best I can tell it's some sort of implanted brain transmitter though it clearly does more than just that. I suggest getting Danara up here from what I can tell this is modified from romulan brain probes. As you know the Expanse was once a place of importance to the Empire and the Tal-shiar did a good deal of work here. No doubt there are many l= eft over bits of technology they neglected to collect around. oO No doubt! Oo Serala: No doubt. EMH: It also has nothing to do with his paralyzed state from what I can tell that was induced by some kind of drug I can't identify. There is a lot of mental activity and he is likely conscious. Though that could be due to this device I just can't tell. :: The look on her face made it clea= r she hated that. Not being able to tell what exactly was happening. :: oO Conscious? By the elements? Oo Serala: Captain? If you can hear me, we will do whatever we can to fix this. I swear it on my honor. EMH: I am going to need to know more about this Romulan device, Lieutenant. As I said, I suggest getting Lieutenant Danara up here. Serala: Understood. And once comms are restored, I intend to make a call to someone who may be able to help as well. EMH: May I ask who you are going to contact? Serala: Negative, Doctor. Now, if you could see to my leg? Or is Ensign Hyden higher on the triage list? EMH: Actually, you are higher. :: As the doctor took out her osteo-regenerator and began to knit the bones back together in Serala's leg, Serala looked over to the Ensign. :: Serala: Ensign Hyden, once the doctor clears you for duty, report to Tactical. Commander Williams was manning that station last I checked, but he needs to be free to concentrate fully on running this ship. Hyden: Response Serala: Of that, I have no doubt. :: She watched the young woman and remembered when Commander Tel-ar had first allowed her a watch at Tactical. Of course, that day had ended in great tragedy. She just hoped Hyden would have a different outcome. :: EMH: A penny for your thoughts, Lieutenant. :: Despite her Romulan heritage, the fact that she had grown up on Earth enabled her to understand that comment. :: Serala: Just thinking of the first time I was allowed to man the Tactical station. How much longer here, Doc? I need to get back to work. EMH: Response *TAGS (Hyden)* ------- *Lieutenant Serala* *Chief of Tactical and Security* Atlantis Staff Member Training Team Member *USS Atlantis NCC-74682* *A239412S10* -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "= UFOP: StarBase 118: USS Atlantis" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an e= mail to sb118-atlantis+unsubscribe@googlegroups.com. Visit this group at https://groups.google.com/group/sb118-atlantis. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout.