Excellent writing everyone! Compile summary Your adoring CSO (Among other things) ;-) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.25 (USS Mystique, Ensign (jg) Mason Garrett, Sickbay, 1304) (USS Mystique, Ensign Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere, Sickbay, 1306) (USS Gunnel - Cockpit - Lt. Commander Belinia and Dr. Riven Mias- 1450) (USS Gunnel - Cockpit - Lt. Commander Belinia and Dr. Riven Mias- 1505) (USS Gunnel - Sickbay - Ensign Travis Keswick - 1506) (USS Gunnel - Aft compartment - Dr. Riven Mias- 1507) (USS Gunnel - Cockpit - Lt. Commander Belinia- 1529) (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Major Richard Ian Lee - 1530) (USS Mystique - Docking bay - Lt. Commander Belinia - 1531) (USS Mystique - Docking bay - Ensign Bill Jansen - 1532) (USS Mystique - Docking bay - Lt. Commander Belinia - 1533) (USS Gunnel - Cockpit - Ensign Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere- 1535) (USS Mystique - Conference Room- Ensign Bill Jansen - 1552) (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Lt. Commander Peter Belinia - 1557) (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Ensign Angeni O. Windsong Trommashere - 1559) (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Lt. Commander Peter Belinia - 1600) (USS Mystique - Sick Bay - Ensign Travis Keswick - 1620) (USS Mystique, Ensign (jg) Mason Garrett, Ensign Cynthia Darson, Ten-forward, 1712) (USS Mystique, Ensign Travis Keswick, Sickbay, 1725) (USS Mystique,Ensign Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere, Sickbay, 1728) (USS Mystique, Ensign (jg) Mason Garrett, Sickbay, 1732) (USS Mystique, Ensign Travis Keswick- Deck 2, Personal Quarteres- 1734) (USS Mystique, Ensign Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere, Sickbay,-1735) (USS Mystique, Sickbay, Jennah Winters-Dark -1736) (USS Mystique, Sickbay, Ensign Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere-1737) (USS Mystique, Ensign Travis Keswick Mess Hall 1740) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Begin Compile Stardate: 2406.10.25 (USS Mystique, Ensign (jg) Mason Garrett, Sickbay, 1304) Ensign Garrett entered into the ship's Sickbay the second time since coming aboard five days previously. His first trip was made shortly after the Dian Chang's Marines boarded the Mystique. He'd been barely concious at the time with a small crack in his skull but remembered materializing onto one of the sick beds. As soon as the doors parted, a dark-haired woman moved away from one of the beds where she'd been checking a patient's readings and approached him. "Dr. Trommashere," he greeted her. "I remember seeing you on the bridge and again here in Sickbay." Garrett offered a friendly and grateful handshake as he spoke. She returned the greeting with a gentle hand and warm smile that made Garrett think of green grass and trees in a river glade with a nearby waterfall he'd visited on Earth after his mother died. "Ensign Mason Garrett." He felt like he were being as formal as a Vulcan and quickly added. "I was one of many patients you treated after the attack." "Why yes, I remember you...you were the one with the skull fracture. No need for formalities...I never much like the usage of the prefix doctor from my patients, so this should be no different. My name is Angeni, feel free to call me that...if you wish of course." "I came by to see if I could borrow a couple of surgical splints to keep my eyelids propped up for a few more hours," Garrett said, attempting a little medical humor. "But if you can't spare them, I'll settle for a small stimulant dose. I'm on duty until 1700 unless we fall into another emergency. My adrenaline pump has cooled down somewhat, so I could use a little reserve energy." The doctor laughed nervously as a tinge of pink touched her neck. She then moved to one side and procured a smallish object from a drawer. "Well Ensign...If you think you can get your lids around this....then by all means use it..." The young ensign took the proffered splint and held it up to his right eye. "Hmmm. Not quite my size. Maybe I should be fitted first," he said, grinning with a hint of mischief. She laughed pleasantly and gestured to an empty biobed. He hopped onto the edge of the cushion and waited as she changed the vial on a hypospray. "Normally I keep myself going with a cold orange pekoe tea," Garrett said, to keep the conversation going. "But I think my body's developed a limited immunity, if there is such a thing, to caffeine. It'll only keeps me perked so long." The tinge of pink in the doctor's neck seemed to brighten a shade and she giggled softly. Garrett knew his humor wasn't that good so he assumed she must be musing over some private joke. Angena pumped the dosage into his arm. "Uhm...well...uhm...if you'd like...as long as no emergencies arise and such things...maybe you'd like to join me for a drink or...something...or maybe you can just show me around the ship...outside of the jeffries tubes above the cargo bay, here, and the bridge, I really haven't gotten a chance to see too much of the ship....and I certainly wouldn't know where to start..." Her face went from pink to a light red as she used the hypo spray. Taken off his guard, the young ensign didn't answer immediately. The pretty doctor had a very pleasant bedside manner and a sense of humor. Sickbays tended to be stark and antiseptic but her graceful movements and pleasant demeanor adorned the room like a fresh bouquet of sunflowers. And at the same time, in spite of her apparent shyness, he perceived a depth of strenght in her character that appealed to him. He had already decided he liked her and would like to learn more about her. She placed the hypo onto a table."So...first off, feel any better? Secondly, how does the idea sound to you?" "First, I feel much better, Angeni, thank-you," he said, as his fatigue fell away like unwanted ballast. He then softened his tone so that she would not mistake his following reply as a flat rejection. "And please call me by my first name. Second, may I have a rain check on the drink and the tour? I'm already meeting someone after my shift this evening — I think. I don't mean to put you off but she saved my life and we had — sort of an open-ended commitment to get together." (Reply: Trommashere) "It will probably be a short meeting this evening, depending on how long the stimulant lasts," Garrett said, sliding off the biobed. "After that I'm going to pray to my God that nobody else attacks us for at least twenty-four hours, pour myself into a bed and sleep until tomorrow morning. I've been up and moving since 0600 two days ago and I'm not going to think about armored Marines, subspace relays or computers or anything else once my head hits the pillow." (Reply: Trommashere) "God-bye Angeni," Garrett said moving toward the exit. He paused as the door opened and turned back to her. "Would you mind..." if I called you Angie, he was about to say. Then he decided against it. Even her name flowed with a poetic rythm. Angeni. He smiled. "Never mind. See you later." He moved briskly into the corridor. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.25 (USS Mystique, Ensign Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere, Sickbay, 1306) Angeni listened carefully to him, her head cocked to the side in sort of listful thought. She blinked for a moment, then another one of her genuine smiles washed over her face as she sat on the biobed across from him, swinging her long legs back and forth. She nodded and smiled, her voice as chipper as ever. "Oh that's quite alright..." She started floundering about for something...and she reached under the biobed's pillow, producing a PADD she didn't even realize was there, "I have work to do tonight anyways...I am trying to reorganize all of the PADD's and what not, and I have a lot of written notes that I need to put onto PADD's and onto the computer for quick reference...Finding this PADD...It just makes my work last even longer, so maybe it's a quirky blessing in disguise." Angeni quickly got up, putting the PADD in the office, trying to hide the flush of embarrasment that was taking over her neck, ears, and face. She emerged from the office again, but she leaned against the far wall, taking the entire feeling in. It was like a calm washed over the area, and she basked longingly in it. It had been so crazy that it hadn't felt calm...but...now... "But yes...definately drink to the one that saved your life...it's not too often that lifesavers get to converse with the ones they saved, so make sure you make it a good evening for her." She moved back into her office, grabbing a blue satin hair tie, and she tied her hair back again in it, pulling it up in a bun as she nodded, laughter rising up out from her throat. "You certainly won't be the only one praying. I've been here for two...or...three days, not sure anymore...and I haven't slept a wink of it. I thought maybe getting out of here would help, but nah...just put me behind in my work. The next time I see an armed marine will be way too soon I say. Yeah...no more thinking about any of that stuff and make sure you dream well, it's the only true link to a good amount of sleep..." She moved to the side as he started to leave, and she had turned her back, looking back into the silence of the room, and she pulled out her notepad, jotting down notes, when she heard him turn. She turned quickly, the smile never leaving her face, then she nodded, smiling. "If you find yourself getting tired again, don't hesitate to come on back...I'll probably be here..." She laughed softly, her laughter ending as the doors closed. She walked back into the office and settled back in for a long night of work. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.25 (USS Gunnel - Cockpit - Lt. Commander Belinia and Dr. Riven Mias- 1450) They were entering the Nebula when Riven started at the readings he was receiving on the console. "Commander I am picking up some anomolous readings from within the Nebula." ~I wish Ketal was awake, he would know infinitely more about sensor readings than I do..~ Peter turned and looked at the Doctor who had a very strange and perhaps even frightened look on his face. He reminded Peter of a child who had wandered too far from his parents and had gotten lost in a cold, dark alleyway. Peter held back a sigh and walked over to Riven who slumped in relief at his approach, the Dr. appeared to be also very tired and Peter could understand why; they were all worn out from their exertions and from staying awake all night to find their missing comrades. And what did they do afterward? They had left the planet immediately to try to find the Mystique and were now in the Nebula. No wonder Counselor Raynar had collapsed earlier. Peter would have liked to have told everyone to get some sleep but they were going to have to investigate the cause of the readings first, there was no way he was going to allow something to sneak up on them; even if he were the last one awake. ~For my first away mission, this was a total failure and an embarrasement. Maybe I'm not cut out for this job after all.~ He looked down at the readout as Dr. Mias moved aside and scanned the data. After a moment he then began working the controls, triangulating the readings in an attempt to get a fix on the source. After doing so he called out to the pilot. "Mr. Jansen plot a course of gamma 35 at 18 degrees mark five." To everyone at large and as a way of explanation in an apologetic tone he continued. "We are receiving a high energy reading from deeper within the nebula, it is not safe to let down our guard yet." (Reply: Bill Jansen) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.25 (USS Gunnel - Cockpit - Lt. Commander Belinia and Dr. Riven Mias- 1505) "Commander we are nearing the source of the readings." Peter looked over at Riven and nodded. "Activate the viewscreen please Doctor." The sight that greeted their eyes was exhilirating, there growing on the screen was an Akira class starship in all her glory. Peter slumped back in his chair as a cheer broke out from those still awake to view the sight, following the cheer a groan could be heard from the rear compartment of the shuttle. "All right everyone let's take this slowly. Mr Peters I need to get a verification on the identity of the ship. Dr. it sounds like one of our wounded has woken up. Would you see to them please? I'll take over OPS for now." Riven nodded and stood up then moved to the back of the shuttle. He quickly checked Alesia as he passed, she was still out from the sedative and he sensed only the mental activity of the sleeping, he and Telan would have a big job ahead of them working with her. Nurse Jones looked up as he got to her and smiled slightly. "How are you doing nurse?" He asked as he projected a soothing mental wave for her. She didn't appear to need it but after the ordeal she had just gone through it was important to ease her way back to normalcy as much as possible. "I am all right I suppose Doctor." She said as a sad look crept over her face. Riven smiled at her as she asked. "What was everyone cheering about?" "We have found a ship, hopefully the Mystique." He said. "I shall return in a moment, I need to look in on the others." She nodded and he slipped through the door into the aft compartment. Another groan broke out and he followed it to Travis Keswick who had awakened and was wincing as he lightly felt his ribcage. "Ah Mr. Keswick." Riven began. "I see you are awake. Is there anything I can do for you? A painkiller perhaps or another sedative?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.25 (USS Gunnel - Sickbay - Ensign Travis Keswick - 1506) The Dark painful images the horrible pain and suffering that is crossing threw his mind. The results of the long and painful extreme mental torturing. " NO" Travis yelled as he sat up quickly only to be stopped by the extreme sharp pine surging threw his body, Travis layed back down Confused in Disoriented Travis shouted "No you must go help Jansen, Mias and the others I'm fine. With the dark painful images doing threw is mind he tried to push them aside and focus as he felt a worm hand hit his shoulder. "Ah Mr. Keswick." Riven began. "I see you are awake. Is there anything I can do for you? A painkiller perhaps or another sedative?" Travis looked up to see Dr. Riven looking down at him."No I'm fine" Travis sead as he painful looked around the room. "how is Jansen and Dr. Mias and the others." He sead with a hint panic in his voice. (Reply Riven) Thats good Travis sead as he let out a sigh of relief. "Dr. Riven How did I get back to the shuttle". Can you please tell me what is going on every thing is a blur" Travis sead as the images pounded his head and he closed his eye in hopes relieve the pain. (Reply Riven) No Doc don't go lissing to you well help me focus . (Reply Riven) "Thanks Riven" Travis sead as he sat back as Riven stared filling Travis in with what has happened over the last cupel of hours. As Riven finished filling Travis in Travis sow the Mystique out the window 'home sweet home Travis sead as he tried standing up agen know effect. As Travis stared to think back on the evens of the mission and trying to block out the torturous images. "Ensign" Travis turned to see two medics standing by his side with a backboard. One was a young human woman with short red hair and the other was a taller Bajoran man. They helped him in the backboard then The young woman gave him a hipospray as the other went over him with a trycorder. As they carried him out oh the shuttle Travis Tried looking up at the Commander pushing throw the images raising thew his head. "Mr. Keswick you did a great job and I'm glad I had you along." "Thank you Sr it was my pleasure we should do this agen soon" Travis sead trying to hide his pain and not show wackiness in front of a commanding officer. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.25 (USS Gunnel - Aft compartment - Dr. Riven Mias- 1507) "No I'm fine" Travis said "How is Jansen and Dr. Mias and the others." Riven could hear the panic in the young mans voice as he fought to reorganize his thoughts, Dr. Mias reached out with his mind and could feel the painful thoughts, like a fever in his mind. Riven was exhausted but he used some of his remaining strength to descend into Travis's mind and let that strength flow out from him in a flow like a ripple of peace. :: Everyone is on board Ensign.:: He sent into Travis's mind. ::You and Ketal were wounded and we all have scars from Raelleus to a greater or lesser extent but I am sure we will be little worse from it down the road. The memories will fade and the bodies heal.:: He fought back his worry for Alesia as it tried to enter the calm place he was making for the young man and succeeded...barely. It could very well have undone all the work he had just been doing. "That's good." Travis said and let out a sigh of relief. "Dr. Riven How did I get back to the shuttle?. Can you please tell me what is going on every thing is a blur" Then he screwed his eyes shut painfully. "You must not remember me entering the room you and Jansen were being held in." Riven said. "You passed out after greeting me. Jansen and I carried you back to the hall and contacted the shuttle with a special transport beacon Ketal had prepared." This pain that was transmitted through the link to Riven was natural pain, the type that came through the cracked ribs he had received. Riven left his mind knowing he had done all he could for now and reached over to a nearby table and took a hypospray off of it. Dialing it quickly he pressed it to Travis's neck, there was a hiss as the neuro transmitter block (Painkiller) was released into Keswicks system. Riven waited a moment and watched the young man relax, it looked as though he was drifting off so Riven got to his feet. "No Doc don't go, listening to you will help me focus." Travis said softly Riven nodded and patted his shoulder lightly as he sat back down. "Very well Travis. Where shall I begin? After you and Jansen were kidnapped we tried to contact you....." He heard Travis speak as he was talking."Thanks Riven" Riven smiled and continued, who wanted to leave when you had a captive audience? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.25 (USS Gunnel - Cockpit - Lt. Commander Belinia- 1529) "Commander I have a positive ID on the vessel, it's the Mystique!" "Excellent Mr. Peters, Mr. Jansen put us on an approach vector for docking." (Reply: Ensign Jansen) Peter tapped in the commands for a hail then spoke. "USS Mystique, this is the Gunnel, Lt. Commander Belinia speaking. Request permission for docking." =^= Permission granted Gunnel, welcome home=^= came an enthusiastic voice after a moment. "Thank you." Peter smiled as he spoke. "We will need a medical team in the docking bay, I have two seriously wounded." =^= Acknowledged Commander, medical will be standing by.=^= "You heard him Mr. Jansen, take us in." Peter signed off then sighed and leaned back in the chair as the pilot began his approach manuvers. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.25 (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Major Richard Ian Lee - 1530) "I'd like a night of observation...just to make sure she doesn't have any residual effects from the head injury...standard procedures is all. Major Lee is going to be here for a while, I'm thinking at least two days' observation and at least another three off of duty. I don't know how many more hits he can take of that caliber without it causing severe and lasting damage. Long term prognosis for the Major...I'm suggesting very light duty for a while...after that...only time will tell..." Rich opened one of his eyes, which he had kept comfortably closed for the entire time the Captain had been around. His gaze was not one of joy, "We're recovering from an invasion here, Doc. Light duty I can understand, being out for half a week is unacceptable." (reply: Doc) "Major, when you are recovered, please meet me in my ready room. Oo'lish, I would like you to speak with my daughter's guards, please put the fear of god into them." Rich nodded once and closed his eye again. "As soon as I can weasel out." He said. He didn't catch the CE's reply, she didn't make one verbally. Rich would just imagine what a CE would say to the guards that had failed, Marines or Security... probably almost as good as Rich would do if he were healthy and hale. Once the Captain had left, his eyes still closed and hands folded gently over his chest, he said. "We gots to have a talk Jenna." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.25 (USS Mystique - Docking bay - Lt. Commander Belinia - 1531) Peter watched the wounded being off loaded from the shuttle including nurse Jones who was saying something about being treated like fragile china but Peter stood firm, his orders were that she be taken to sickbay, by force if necessary. He smiled as they whisked her away, her fighting spirit was resurfacing which was good news; he knew she would pull through fine. MO Trenor was also taken under sedation at Peter's orders, he didn't want her around on her own until Riven and Telan had a chance to see her professionally. She would awaken after the sedative Telan had given her wore off but in restraints until she could demonstrate she was not a danger to anyone. He stopped them as they were leaving with Ensign Keswick, the young man had a strained look on his face. "Mr. Keswick you did a great job and I'm glad I had you along." (Reply: Travis Keswick) The tones of Peter's combadge sounded and he tapped it. "Belinia here." =^= Commander the Captain wants to debrief the away team in 30 minutes.=^= "Acknowledged." Peter looked at those who were left. "You heard the Captain's orders gentlemen. Peter turned about and followed the medical team with the others in tow. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.25 (USS Mystique - Docking bay - Ensign Bill Jansen - 1532) "I'll stay here and go though the post flight, if you don't mind, Commander," Jansen told the FO. Belinia left hi to his task and to attend to the others in the rear compartment. Jansen scanned the the instruments and he could sense the ship powering down. It was as if the post flight was happening without him. As he thought of a task, it was done by the time he got to it. He could hear the conversation in the rear. =^= Commander the Captain wants to debrief the away team in 30 minutes.=^= "Acknowledged." Peter looked at those who were left. "You heard the Captain's orders gentlemen." "Aye, sir," Jansen said, "1600 hours. I'll be there." He didn't want to say anything about the post flight check just yet. Too many weird things had happened to him on the planet. He couldn't put them all down to hysterics, or some kind of halucination. He had actually attacked and defended himself against a psionic oponent, and won. But how did it wind up that they ended up running from the prince. He didn't want to think about it any more. But strange things kepts happening. As he went to make an adjustment on the sensor grid, the tool he was needing simply lept to his hand. The PADD he needed also came to him as if he had called it. It was beginning to freak him out. He looked at the chronometer and saw that he was finished with his check and still had about ten minutes to spare. He had to clear his head, so he decided to make his way to the conference room. Perhaps a little solitude would help out. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.25 (USS Mystique - Docking bay - Lt. Commander Belinia - 1533) Peter walked into sickbay and was met with a startling sight, the Captain and her daughter were in a heated argument. "When the Doctor says that you can leave sickbay, you are to have her call your bodyguards, then they will escort you back to our quarters, and you WILL stay there. Understand?" "Yes, Captain." The little girl said sullenly. "Good. We'll talk about this as soon as I can." The Captain turned and as she was leaving grabbed Peter by the arm. "As soon as you are checked out, I want you and your team in my Ready Room. Understand, Commander?" "Yes Captain." He replied quickly. Peter noticed Riven watching closely, absorbed in the mental readings he was receiving no doubt, when Vanyssa abruptly left he turned to the others and shrugged his shoulders then walked up to the doctor on duty and said. "Away team reporting for medical clearance." He could tell she was shocked at their Raellean appearance and tried not to smile at her confusion. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.25 (USS Gunnel - Cockpit - Ensign Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere- 1535) Angeni turned around quickly, and saw the commander behind her, but her jovial bedside smile quickly melted away to a look of confusion. She picked up her tricorder slowly, her bright sapphire eyes blinking in wonderment, then she shook her head quickly, stuttering slightly as she spoke. "Of course, of course sir. Please, have a seat..." She ran the tricorder up and down his body, then she sat on the biobed across from him, pulling out her pen and paper, and she smiled slightly, blushing. "Alright. How are you feeling after your trip? Any aches and pains you want to tell the good doctor about? Encounter any strange and unusal plant life or animals that you touched or touched you and you had a reaction to?" She stood back up, then realized that she was about to go round about the barn trying to do an "earthly" medical assessment...when she had a tricorder that could do all of that for her in an instant. She sat back down, her pen poised, ready to do her thing. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Conference Room- Ensign Bill Jansen - 1552) Jansen enetered the conference room, finding it empty. ~Thank God!~ "Computer dim lights to half." The lights came down and Jansen could feel his tension start to disolve a little. He moved over to the observation window and looked out at the nebula surrounding them. He knew he was facing the planet. He wasn't sure how he knew, he just knew it. He could see the red face of Hanaldine screaming at his guards and striking out at them. Then he could hear voices. But they weren't voices. Or at least he wasn't hearing them with his ears. Someone was coming. It was the Captain. He turned to greet her. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.25 (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Lt. Commander Peter Belinia - 1557) Peter smiled comfortingly at the young Doctors discomforture as she motioned him toward an available biobed. "Of course, of course sir. Please, have a seat..." After running a tricorder over him she pulled out a paper and pen which aroused his curiosity since a PADD was normally the instrument of choice for Star Fleet personnel, he found the use of those items to be rather quaint and decided he would inquire further at a later time how she had cultivated an interest in them but for now business first; the Captain had been insistent on meeting with him. "Alright. How are you feeling after your trip? Any aches and pains you want to tell the good doctor about? Encounter any strange and unusal plant life or animals that you touched or touched you and you had a reaction to?" He shook his head at her question then devilishly replied. "Not unless you count the natives who proved to be a pain in my posterior. They seem to look at kidnapping as a form of entertainment on Raelleus and that reminds me, put them down as inducing headaches also." He laughed at her reaction, she seemed to be torn between laughing and saluting and finally settled for standing up uncomfortably before sitting back down. Peter decided fun time was over though it had been good to laugh after what they had gone through. "The actual answer to your question Doctor would be no. I am the only one I think who suffered no ill effects from my sojurn on Raelleus. I am however like the others nearly exhausted, a stimulant would be welcome since I need to meet with the Captain immediately after our little examination." (Reply: Angeni) As she gave him the stimulant he looked over at the others who were having difficulty staying awake it appeared, he hoped for their sake and his own these examinations wouldn't take long but from experience he knew better. "By the way Doctor how are Keswick and Ketal doing? Keswick is the one with the broken ribs and Ketal has the crossbow quarrel embedded in his side." (Reply: Angeni) After her answer he sighed, it was good Ensign Keswick was going to pull through quickly, he was young and as strong as an ox. Ketal worried him though, he had lost a lot of blood and the quarrel had come close to several vital organs including his heart and a lung. That she could give him no firm answer at the moment told him all he needed to know; it was touch and go. Peter felt responsible for everyone in the party who had gotten hurt, this had been botched badly on every level. As he thought about it his light mood evaporated and he began to want nothing more than to get this and the meeting with the Captain over with then have some time alone to think things over. ~ I am going to have to start considering if this is the future I want. ~ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.25 (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Ensign Angeni O. Windsong Trommashere - 1559) She started writing down what he was saying word for word, until it sunk in exactly what he said, and she couldn't help herself from laughing; it wasn't every day one of her patients came to her and could use an experience to make up a reason to have a headache and a pain in the rear. She laughed and wrote it down, then she sat back down, smiling. "So tell me, sir, shall I prescribe a pain killer for this pain in your arse and the headache?" ~That was bad, Angeni...That wasn't even close to funny...~ She listened again, a trait she realized most doctors had lost on Earth...it was rare to find one who didn't just jump to the examination, then ask questions...it was better to delve inside using questions and simple conversation rather than exams. "Sure...I'll give you an exam...I mean...stimulant...sorry...I am very very tired..." She pulled out the hypo, and replaced the sedative vial for a stimulant vial, and she used it on him, nodding quickly. She took her seat again, and she sighed softly, then she nodded, continuing. "Keswick should be recovering soon. The ribs look fine, but I have him under sedation for the next few hours..." She took her notepad and flipped back through it, tapping her pen against it. "He came to me in pain, but after a quick sedative and rib repair, he seemed to be much more comfortable...vitals and what not pretty much normal..prognosis...full recovery. Ketal is a bit of a different story...the quarrel came close to several vital organs, but fortunately didn't hit any of them. There was massive blood loss, and extensive..." She sighed softly...she was going too technical...seeing her patient as a medical problem, not a person...she quickly changed her tactics. "He lost a lot of blood, and internally, there was a lot of tissue damage, but I can honestly say he'll live to see another day. For the next twenty four hours though...it will be touch and go, but..." She looked over to the computer console next to Ketal, and she nodded, gesturing over her shoulder, "As of this moment...his vitals are stable and strong, so that's the best consolation I can give you..." She reached forward, patting him gently on the shoulder, "Sir...I suggest that you meet with the Captain, then go and get some rest...could I suggest a warm green tea from the replicator and some light music to help you sleep and relax? Doctors orders I could say..." She winked lightly...it was becoming much much easier to interract with those around her...her shyness was slowly disolving away, and she grinned as she shooed him off the biobed. "Now...if you feel any kind of way...sick or whatever...feel free to come back...I have a lot of work tonight, so I'll be here, besides, I'm going to stick around to keep an eye on Ketal, so I'll be here, now go and try to make the rest of your night good..." She walked back into her office, picking up a new PADD, and she pulled her chair out into the main portion of sick bay, and she sat in it, transfering her notes from her notepadd back onto the PADD. "Have a good night, sir. Rest well." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.25 (USS Mystique - Sickbay - Lt. Commander Peter Belinia - 1600) Peter gave a start as she patted him on the shoulder, with his dark mood he had taken to musing and lost track of what was going on. "Sir...I suggest that you meet with the Captain, then go and get some rest...could I suggest a warm green tea from the replicator and some light music to help you sleep and relax? Doctors orders I could say..." After winking at him she made shooing motions with her hands and he got up from the bed, immediately regreting it. Even with the stimulant it would have been nice to lay down for a while but he realized his tiredness was more mental than physical; he would be fine after getting up and moving around. "Thanks Doc, I'll keep your recommendations in mind. It does sound soothing." "Now...if you feel any kind of way...sick or whatever...feel free to come back...I have a lot of work tonight, so I'll be here, besides, I'm going to stick around to keep an eye on Ketal, so I'll be here, now go and try to make the rest of your night good..." He nodded and watched as she went to her office then turned to Telan and Riven. "All right gentlemen your turns, I'll see you in approximately twenty minutes at the debriefing." He turned and walked toward the door and heard her call as it swished open. "Have a good night, sir. Rest well." He was almost out the door when he remembered the Captains orders had been to report when everyone was checked out. Peter turned and walked into an office instead to wait on the others, noting that she was motioning Telan over to start his exam. After sitting down in a chair in the dim office he tried to relax, trying to shake his black mood. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.25 (USS Mystique - Sick Bay - Ensign Travis Keswick - 1620) Travis looked up from the biobed as the Doctor was talking care of him "So Doc What is the prognoses" Travis asked as the doctor looked over her Padd. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.25 (USS Mystique, Ensign (jg) Mason Garrett, Ensign Cynthia Darson, Ten-forward, 1712) Darson was seated at one of the tables looking over something on a small electronic notebook when he walked into ten-forward. Garrett moved to the bar and ordered a Tellarite Beln-seed ale. When he had is drink in hand he moved toward the dark-haired woman then stopped right behind her. "Ever notice..." he said, an octave above normal voice. She turned with a start, twisting her upper body around — into a very interesting posture, Garrett noticed — to look at him. "...how aggressive, war-like cultures tend to favor the strongest drinks." Darson's smile dazzled up at him. "I guess they like to get drunk fast after a hard day of maiming and killing." Garrett moved around the table and sat down across from her. He sipped his drink and felt the warm thick brew pour down his throat as she spoke. "Glad you could make it," she said to him. "So am I," he replied, then wiped an oily residue off his mouth with the rose-colored napkin. "If this had real alcohol in it I could see how someone's brain could burn-out fast." "Too bad they don't serve the real thing," she replied. "Hard lessons Starfleet learned from the past," Garrett said. "What's that?" Garrett pointed to the notebook. "It's a play I've been working on in my spare time," Darson replied. "Really! You're a playwright," Garrett said. "I like to think I am," she said. "Mind if I read it when it's finished." She shook her head. "As long as you show no mercy. I need all the criticism I can get." "I can be a very sadistic critic. I was raised on Vulcan, remember." Darson's eyebrows raised. "What? Do you hate them now?" "Not at all. That was a compliment to my foster father's race." Darson laughed. "You're snappy repoire is improving." They talked for almost a quarter of an hour. Garrett's earlier impressions of her were proven. She was definitely an extrovert and he enjoyed being with her. Their conversation went quickly from his year's on Vulcan to her past life on Earth. Her father was a retired Marine Colonel. Her mother taught geophysics and archeology at Columbia University. Cynthia finally yawned and stretched, then looked at him. "I'd love to sit here and learn more about you but my eyes feel like they have weights tied to them." "Hope it's not the company," Garrett needled her. "Don't put a guilt trip on me. If you tell me you're not tired I'll be mad?" Garrett shook his head. "Angeni — Dr.Trommashere gave me a stim dose a few hours ago. It probably won't last much longer." "I haven't met her directly, but I saw her in Sickbay when they were mending my hip. Seems to know what she's doing. " "Very nice lady too," Garrett said, nodding, fondly remembering his brief conversation with Angeni. "Going to ask her for a date?" Cynthia said trying to keep the edge out of her voice. Garrett shrugged. "She asked me to join her for a drink but I told her I was meeting the woman who saved my life." Cynthia squirmed uncomfortably then looked at him, eyebrows arching furtively. "Before or after thanking HER for saving her life?" "Wha—?" Garrett straightened in his chair like a fist had struck him. He knew his companion's unspoken message was right on target. Cynthia's visage suddenly waxed serious. She leaned forward and spoke very straight and even. "Mason. We haven't known each other very long. I like you but I'll tell you something very important about me. I'm very outspoken. Sometimes to a fault. And I have to tell you as a friend that you really blew it with that doctor. "SHE saved your life. SHE mended your thick skull after that Klingon hit you with a wall. All I did was — shoot him." The words seemed to almost knot in her throat. "And I tossed it back in her face," he replied, glaring at the floor as the full weight of his recent transgression fell on him. "The lights are coming on in your head at last, Sherlock." "What was I thinking?" Garett said shaking his head. "What does she think of me?" "People tend to take their doctors for granted," Cynthia went. "It's easy to do, because they are always there for us irregardless. It's not fair, but it's easy to do. As for what she's thinking, I can give you clue of what I would think." "No thank you. A few appropriate metaphors are coming to mind." He rose to his feet. " Excuse me. I have to go make the mother of all apologies while I'm still conscious." Cynthia came up smiling again and kissed on the cheek. "You're a good guy, John," she told him, patting his chest. "See you later." He watched her sashe across the floor. "Better wipe off my lip color," she called over her shoulder. "John Wayne wouldn't be caught dead with misty pink." Garrett guzzled the remnants of his drink and set the clear mug onto the table with a sharp thump. Following Cynthia's path, he weaved between tables toward the door and brushed the crumpled napkin, now dampened by sweat from his mug, across his jaw. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.25 (USS Mystique, Ensign Travis Keswick, Sickbay, 1725) Travis opined his eyes and looked around sickbay. As he sat up and he could tell right a way that he was no longer in pain.Travis then stood and sow Dr. Trommashere steeping out of her office with a Padd in her hand. Travis looked at her as she stood out side her office. The lights seem to make her eyes sparkle like blue diamonds. And her Long black hair memorized Travis as he stared at this beautiful women as she walked over him Travis eyes met hers and Travis turned his head embarrassingly. "Hi Doc" Travis sead nervously knowing that she sow him checking her out. "So Doc do I get a clean bill of health" Travis sead as she scanned him with a tricorder. (Reply Dr. Trommashere) "Ya Thanks Doc" Travis sead as he headed for the door. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2406.10.25 (USS Mystique,Ensign Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere, Sickbay, 1728) Angeni was sitting quietly in the office, staring out over her patients. She watched one sit up, and she smiled. Quickly she looked down at her PADD, and she grinned brightly as she stood up, repeating his name over and over again in her mind to remember it. ~Ensign Travis Keswick...great name...~ She stood up and walked out to him, having changed her hair style around a bit, and she put a hand on Keswick's shoulder, smiling brightly at him. "Glad to see that you're awake, Ensign Keswick. I'm not sure if you remember meeting me...you were pretty out of it when you came in, but my name is Angeni Windsong-Trommashere, I was the doctor who took care of you when you came in. You seem to be feeling much better...any aches and pains anywhere?" Her bright blue eyes flashed as she scanned him with the tricorder, and she giggled as she bent down a bit, letting her eyes meet with his. "No need to be ducking your head...I promise...I'll use all professional decorum. Yes. I give you a clean bill of health, but I would like to see you back in a day or two just to check you out one more time...make sure everything's healing alright." She watched him get up, and she waved, calling out, "Don't be a stranger around here...just don't come back with any sort of medical problem...I don't like to see anyone hurt..." ~That was bad, Angeni...really REALLY bad...~ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique, Ensign (jg) Mason Garrett, Sickbay, 1732) Garrett didn't want to call out when he entered Sickbay, for the sake of resting patients. The doors closed behind him and he heard footfalls coming from the adjoining office. Angeni came around he corner. He braced himself like one unsure how a judgement would fall. "Maybe you can help me with a problem doctor," he said. "The swine before whom pearls are thrown or the dog that bites the hand that feeds it: which description best suits me?" (Reply: Angeni) "I wasn't very nice to you today," Garrett said. "And I never did thank you for sealing this granite shell I call a skull." He tapped the side of his head. (Reply: Angeni) "I was also wondering if you would still consider having that drink with me?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique, Ensign Travis Keswick- Deck 2, Personal Quarters- 1734) Keswick dried himself off after his long bath as he walked into the bedroom and put on his uniform. The Dark images still in the back of his mind but there easer for him to block out. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2406.10.25 (USS Mystique, Ensign Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere, Sickbay,-1735) Angeni heard the pneumatic woosh of the door, and she came around the corner, a very fake smile on her face that she was trying to pass off as real. She was looking down at her notepad, scribbling notes furiously, then with her other hand, she was deftly entering in the same thing she had written onto the padd. Her voice came out stiffly, and as she spoke, she looked up slowly. "Welcome to sick bay...I'm Dr.Trommashere...how may..." She looked up and nearly dropped her things, instead she clutched them to her chest. There was something different about her...instead of her hair being tied back, she let it fall over her shoulders, and along the right side, she had a white bead and small piece of thin leather holding a long hawk's feather in her hair. The flush immediately rose back up into her face, and she ducked her head, her voice soft. "Hello Mason...another stimulant shot for your date? Just sit on the biobed and I'll be with you shortly..." As she turned around, she heard him spoke, and she sighed ever so softly, and she turned back around, a comforting smile on her face. "You are neither...If I may speak in generalizations, I'd say you're like all the male trauma patients I encountered back at home...gratefull in your own way, but just like the rest of them, you don't do the outward thanks..." She turned on her heels and started walking back into the main room, picking up the stimulant, when she heard him thank her. She set her things on the biobed, giving him a strange little look. In her mind, she wasn't sure to hug him, for he was the only one to ever say thank you to her in a medical capacity, or if to not believe him...seeing as if she had just told him that he was the opposite...but...something told her that he was telling the truth, so she sat on the biobed, and smiled brightly, running her fingers through her hair. "You're welcome, Mason...and..." She paused...he intriegued her mind...and well...she thought he was cute...but...he either was still having, or had a "drink" with someone else already...but...this was no time for hesitation...this was all new and exciting to her, so she grinned and smiled, the blush turning even darker. "I'd love to have a drink with you...any specific time, or place...or...?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique, Sickbay, Jennah Winters-Dark -1736) "I was also wondering if you would still consider having that drink with me?" The man asked, and Jennah perked up. She still wasn't too happy at being caught and then having that fight with Mum in front of Rich and then having Rich lecture at her, just like Mum had.... But Ms. Angeni with a suitor? "Woohooo! You go for it, Miss Angeni! He's cute and seems nice." Jennah then seemed somewhat abashed as she finished shouting to see Riven walk in. She frowned and turned away hoping he wasn't here to see her. Bad enough that Vanyssa had lectured her, but to stick a Counsellor on her too? Ewww. She jumped at the telepathic contact and slammed up her shields. ::I don't want to talk to you. Go away. Isn't it enough that Vanyssa had to get mad at me ? And Rich ? And Mum's bodyguard? I don't need you too.:: And oddly enough, Jennah realized that she was crying. She hadn't cried since David had died. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique, Sickbay, Ensign Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere-1737) In that moment, she had forgotten that Jennah was there, and if she wasn't blushing hard enough all ready, she was blushing even harder now. She turned to Jennah, and winked at her, and she walked over to her, giving her a hug, whispering softly in her ear. "Now Jennah...yes he is cute, and yes, he seems nice...but dear...I can't go much of anywhere until you and my other darling patients leave...I couldn't have your mother come back to find four patients and an empty office..." Her brow furrowed slightly...she wondered where Markstein was...she had called her down to sickbay when Jennah came in, and she had gotten no response. She tapped her comm badge again...there was one last resort, but that would mean that her drink would be quick. =/\= "Ensign Windsong-Trommashere to Dr. Markstein...could you come to sick bay please?"=/\= Angeni looked at her cronometer, and she sighed softly...her shift was at least a half an hour, if not more from being over, and her replacement was no where to be found. She tapped her foot for a moment, then she sighed softly. She didn't want to do this...but she needed a quick drink and some definate sleep. She went into her office, and activated the Emergency Medical Hologram. "Please state the nature of the medical emergency..." "Alright. I have four patients...none of them are to leave sick bay until I get back, especial Ms. Jennah out there. She has a forcefield around her bed...don't remove it unless an extreme emergency arises...at that point...message me...I'll wake up. That's for pretty much any patient. They start crashing...let me know and I'll come running. All their PADDs are on the desk...ranking in order of the severity. It's about 1745 now...I will return at 0500 on the nose. Thank you so very much for your help..." As she emerged from the office, she saw Jennah crying, and she hurried over to her, and she hugged her tightly, whispering softly. "It's okay luv...it'll all pass soon...here...I got something for you to play with..." She wandered back into her office, rummaging through her bags, and she pulled out a small wolf stuffed animal. She came back, removing the forcefield long enough to set the wolf next to Jennah, and she put it back up. "Jennah...this is Wa-ya...one of my favorite stuffed animals...why don't you hang onto him for a bit...I'm going off-duty now...my shift has been over for a while. The EMH is here...hopefully my cohort Dr. Markstein, who is a very nice lady should be coming around soon. If you need anything...let the EMH know, and she'll find me, and I'll come...I promise. Now...you relax, get some sleep...whatever will make you feel better...and I'll be back at 0500 to check you over one last time, then we may let you leave. Have a good night, dear..." She checked over the other patients one last time, and she turned around, and nodded at Mason. "Alright, lets do this...goodnight Jennah..." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique, Ensign Travis Keswick Mess Hall 1740) As the door opined leading into the mess hall Travis could see allot of fellow officers and Crew men enjoying themselves and having a good time. Travis scanned the room as he walked over to an empty table over in the corner by the window. "Klingon blood wine pleas". he sead to the bar tender as he walked by the bar. As Travis sat looking out the window going over the las mission over in his head. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- End compile