USS Spectre Compile - November 1st-30th 2014 by Alan Reading ===================================================================== Mission: Inimicus Invisa, Part Two – Fallen Comrades Day: 5 Stardate: 2414.10.15 ===================================================================== Mission: Inimicus Invisa, Part Two - Fallen Comrades Day: 6 Stardate: 2414.10.16 (USS Spectre - Marine XO's Office - MXO, Major Bruce Kowalski - 01:01) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 01:25) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 01:35) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 01:36) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 01:38) (USS Spectre – Deck 3 – Sickbay – Ensign (JG) Janel Tarna - 01:39) (USS Spectre - Bridge, CONN - Pilot Officer Jennifer Smith/Security Officer Lieutenant J.G Jo Smith - 01:39) (USS Spectre - Bridge CO, Captain T'Vhor - 01:40) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 01:41) (USS Spectre – Deck 3 – Sickbay – CMO, Cmdr Andrew Williams - 01:42) (USS Spectre – Deck 3 – Sickbay – Ensign (JG) Janel Tarna - 01:43) (USS Spectre – Bridge – CMO, Cmdr Andrew Williams - 01:46) (USS Spectre - Engineering - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 01:50) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Marine Corpsman Lt. Lhiannon Kindell - 01:55) (USS Spectre – Deck 3 – Sickbay – Ensign (JG) Janel Tarna - 02:00) (USS Spectre – Deck 3 – Sickbay – ACMO Ens. A.O. Windsong-Trommashere - 03:17) (USS Spectre – Deck 3, Sickbay – Ensign (JG) Janel Tarna - 03:18) (USS Spectre – Deck 3, Corridor by sickbay – Ensign (JG) Janel Tarna - 03:24) (USS Spectre – Deck 10, Ten Forward Lounge - TAC/SC Lt, Kerge - 03:28) (USS Spectre – Deck 10, Ten Forward – ACMO, Ensign (JG) Janel Tarna - 03:30) (USS Spectre – Deck 10, Ten Forward – ACMO, Ensign (JG) Janel Tarna - 03:31) (USS Spectre – Deck 10, Ten Forward – ACMO, Ensign (JG) Janel Tarna - 03:32) (USS Spectre – Deck 10, Ten Forward Lounge - TAC/SC Lt Kerge and SO, Ensign Yates - 03:32) (USS Spectre – Deck 10, Ten Forward – ACMO, Ensign (JG) Janel Tarna - 03:33) (USS Spectre – Deck 10, Ten Forward - TAC/SC, Lt Kerge - 03:34) (USS Spectre – Deck 10, ?Ten Forward – ACMO, Ensign (JG) Janel Tarna - 03:35) (USS Spectre – Deck 10, Ten Forward - TAC/SC, Lt Kerge - 03:36) ===================================================================== ===================================================================== Mission: Inimicus Invisa, Part Two - Fallen Comrades Day: 6 Stardate: 2414.10.16 (USS Spectre - Marine XO's Office - MXO, Major Bruce Kowalski - 01:01) Rameriz aside, with all of his quirks and inane remarks, would be missed. Kowalski was unsure precisely why he had just thought that, given that the Holo-Marine had had a certain knack of getting himself into trouble at the drop of a hat, and that his barely legible double speak made little sense to anyone but himself. And yet, he would be missed. Of course, photonics never really vanished in reality, they simply reanimated from their holomatrix if and when they chose to, or were summonsed. Kowalski downed the last of the single malt whiskey in his flask and then returned it to his drawer, wondering right now if he should perhaps haul the Marines photonic butt in for questioning. "A pointless exercise", said Bruce, under his breath, Houseman catching the remark and then querying it inbetween sips of his own drink. (Reply Houseman, IYW) "Hauling Rameriz in for questioning about his sudden desertion", said the MXO, "he'd no doubt come up with some lame excuse about diodes frying or his matrix being buggy" (Reply Houseman) "As I said, a pointless exercise" Kowalski pursed his lips, filled his lungs and then exhaled, his thoughts now on his own state of mind and what he should be doing thereof. The XO must not be compromised he had often told himself, Krige would have a screaming fit if he knew what had happened, and with that in mind Bruce formulated a plan. "I guess I had better book some sessions with the shrink", he offered. "Caras ain't too bad to look at from a comfy couch", he added, winking as he spoke. (Reply Houseman) Kowalksi respected Housemans input of course, but it still had to be. It wouldn't do to be an unslung gun on a Black Ops vessel right now. Perish the thought. Bruce raised his eyebrows as Houseman stood, shook his hand and then bade him farewell, knowing that he had his back whatever. He then opened up his console and created a brief but to the point message to the Counselling department. "Begin message" [[Acknowledged]] "This is the MXO, Bruce Kowalski. I would like to book some sessions with Counsellor Caras as soon as she is free. Anytime is good but the sooner the better. End message and send" [[Message complete and sent. The Counselling department will acknowledge receipt and respond accordingly]] Bruce nodded to himself and then leant back in his seat, raising his feet up onto his table and then crossing them one over the other, his eyes closing just for a short while.... (Reply Houseman) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 01:25) Remae was listening to the cadets tell their story while the Doctors worked on their administrations. "But it provided anything but...", said the cadet. The story was unfolding but in the meantime, checks had been made... their identity was confirmed. The time was late, it had been a long day to say the least for most of them. The Spectre has been carefully moving around... he could feel it, it was clear that they were making precise maneuvers. The FO rubbed his eyes... "Cadets, I am releasing you to quarters for now, we know who you are. So we'll talk more in the morning.", he said and looked over everyone. "Anyone not on duty, get some rest. Everyone else, return to your posts. I'm going to report back to Bridge, we won't be in this void for much longer and when we clear it, we'll debrief with more detail.", he said now heading back out of Sickbay. (Reply from Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 01:35) Remae returned to the Bridge, it had been about 30 minutes since he was last present. The viewscreen showed they were still in the void. ~ Is this day ever going to end? ~ "Captain?", he asked and the viewscreen showed something... the flickering and interference from the void was not helping. Given the direction showing, they were pointing aft. Whatever it was that was following them, it was unclear and undefined. (Reply from Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 01:36) By now, the object following them had been shown to be the Tellarite freighter, although exactly why they were tagging along was a mystery. So far all attempts to hail them had proved ineffective, which was probably due to the interference from the Void itself, but it did seem a little odd. The Tellarite Commander had seemed eager to procure supplies when they had spoken of course, but then that was before they had secured the Garallon, and the deal had been for their help in doing that. As it was though that help had not been needed which although more than enough reason to have agitated the Tellarites, the little freighter was hardly a match for the Spectres guns. "Captain?", said the First Officer upon his return to his seat, his eyes upon the viewscreen as he took it. "The Tellarite freighter", said the Captain, offering the answer that the FO was clearly pondering over. (Reply Ktell, IYW) "They have been shadowing us for a while", said T'Vhor, quirking his head, "we are not sure why but, they are maintaining our speed and either refusing contact, or unable to contact" (Reply Ktell) It was at that point that a warning began flashing on the Captains armrest console. Power fluctuations both ways, rising and then falling which was not an ideal situation whilst towing another vessel! Immediately the Captain queried with the Ops officer as to what was occuring. (Reply Smith) "Structural iintegrity is holding, inertial dampers remain online. We may need to shut down in a hurry", said the Captain as the ship suddenly began to shudder slightly, the impulse engine output rising to one quarter impulse now, and then falling again. What was happening? It seemed that helm control had been interrupted, the grappler had suddenly locked, and the Spectre was now picking up speed again with a towing cable now under extreme pressure. If it snapped then they could lose the Garallon again but with the engines playing speed up and slow down all on their own now, it seemed that they were once again at the mercy of the Void, if indeed any of it was real! "Maintain constant locks on the navigation bouys no matter what", called the Captain, "now you get to show us just how good your wings are Pilot Officer", he added, looking to Smith as he spoke. (Reply Smith) The Captain then opened a shipwide channel. "All hands prepare for impact", he called, hoping now that 'impact' with anything out there in the Void was not going to be on the cards... (Reply Ktell, Smith, Any IYW) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Bridge - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 01:38) The Tellarite freighter...", said the Captain and that made sense... what did they want? ~ Oh great ~ "They have been shadowing us for a while...", said T'Vhor... and as he spoke further, Remae took a seat in the First Officer's Chair. "Maintain constant locks on the navigation buoys no matter what... ", called the Captain as a few moments later he added... "All hands prepare for impact.", said the CO over the shipwide channel... Remae wrestled with his arm chair console. ~ Why is this thing so low down? ~ "The cable is well beyond maximum tolerance.", he shouted... the Spectre was beginning to spin around like it was attached to a pendulum. The Garallon would come around, pulling the Spectre, the Spectre would come around, pulling the Garallon. What a sight that must have been from the outside... Remae thought that the Tellarites would be having a good laugh. "Engineering, shut down the impulse engines... emergency.", he said and he knew what the implications were. A cold shutdown of the impulse engines would mean they would remain off for a while. It would take a few hours to restart them. Bridge crew were being thrown around... the viewscreen was a blur of stars, the Garralon and the warp core under tow still. Remae saw Smith fighting the controls, wrestling the Spectre from whatever the void was doing... "Sickbay, medical assistance to the Bridge.", he said and then thought, good luck getting up here! The impulse engines were shutting down and the ship was less violent but a new sound had appeared and Remae understood it once and then, the alarms went off... in two steps, he had cleared his chair, the tactical console and was in the turbolift like a man gone wild. The warp engines were powering up. (Reply from Sickbay, Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (USS Spectre - Bridge, CONN - Pilot Officer Jennifer Smith/Security Officer Lieutenant J.G Jo Smith - 01:39) "All hands prepare for impact." ~Shit~ Jennifer’s console screamed at her as she was thrown sideways. Her hands darted out and clamped onto the console preventing her from being thrown out of her chair. She hauled herself back up right and scanned the console. It looked like that the Garallon and the Spectre were spinning around each other. ~Ow this is just great~ She began to fire the Garallon’s impulse and maneuvering thrusters to try and slow the spin as she began doing the same with the Spectre’s "The cable is well beyond maximum tolerance." shouted Ktell ~Really I would have never of guessed~ She began to spool out the extra cable which would help until they ran out of cable. “Come on baby. That’s it you can do. don’t give up on me now” She muttered to herself as her fingers danced across the consol. She watched as the impulse engines temperature rising fast but she only needed a little bit longer and she could get it under control. "Engineering, shut down the impulse engines... emergency.", ~What no. there was time NO~ She almost screamed with frustration as Ktell shut down the impulse engines. She would have had time before they auto-shutdown. She gritted her teeth as she increase the maneuvering thrusters to maximum to try to compensate but she knew it would not be enough. "Maintain a lock on our beacons for as long as possible", "we cannot afford to lose sight of them" Her eyes danced over to the beacon marker and watched it come into view every time they spun round to it. “We still have it for the moment but if we don’t stop this rotation we may move out of its range.” With that she leaned over the console and carried on firing the thrusters and impulse engines to try and reduce their spin before they drifted deeper into the void. Jo pulled herself up off the floor and glanced over at Jennifer who was working furiously at her console. ~She really needs to get that autopilot sorted out~ She knew that it was not the case but if they survived this she would tease Jennifer later. "Where are the Tellarites right now? Are we able to contact them yet?" She scanned the console and looked at the data it gave her. “Sir I don’t think so but I can’t be sure in the void as it is playing havoc with the sensors.” She tapped the console. “Sir they are just at the edge of our sensor range all I have is a approximate position and bearing.” (Reply T’Vhor) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Deck 3 – Sickbay – Ensign (JG) Janel Tarna - 01:39) NRPG: Between 1.30 and 2.00, which I’ve already simmed, Janel is dealing with a patient and is occupied. I don’t believe my character would have time to go to the bridge and fully resolve whatever is going on up there in that space of time so it makes sense for someone else to deal with that. However, I wanted to acknowledge the call from the bridge, so this is just a short on to do that. RPG: Janel Tarna was working on one of the crewmen who had appeared to have hurt himself after a dragon related hallucination. Well that was his best guess given the state of the man and the way he’d been raving when he came in but he’d yet to get a proper statement from him yet. That would have to wait until these injuries had been patched up first. He was worried about how low the stored were getting with drugs and hoped they had some more crates in storage they could unpack. Only a few days ago he’d marvelled at how much the ship was carrying in that regard and couldn’t have imagined this could all be used up so fast. It had certainly been an eye-opener. He was just refilling his hypospray when he heard an announcement over sickbay comms. =/\= Sickbay, medical assistance to the Bridge! =/\= (Response from sickbay) He automatically glanced around, looking for the most senior officer around, expecting them to pick up the call and decide who was going up there. He had his hands full with a patient, but since he wasn’t in a critical state his efforts could be re-directed if needed. He listened and watched as one of the doctors headed towards the door, even before the comm was closed. If someone had pointed at him he wouldn’t have hesitated either. It didn’t matter where it was, if someone needed medical assistance then you didn’t hang about. This was extremely important in all cases, but even more important in vital operational areas like the bridge. It felt like things were getting harder and uglier and the last few days had been intense for everyone. Most of his seasoned colleagues seemed to be doing so well. Did they feel that way on the inside too? He wondered if he was the only one finding it hard to stay operational. He was young and had a lot of energy and stamina but despite his years of training he didn’t feel prepared for the reality of it all. (Reply Any) (Posted by James) (USS Spectre - Bridge CO, Captain T'Vhor - 01:40) Well, that plan wasn't going anywhere fast now, was it. For a moment there though, T'Vhor had begun to doubt the efficacies of logic, but then in this place, he had by now learned that logic hardly ever applied. The Tellarites were too far away, or at the very least out of comms range which in itself seemed odd given that they were probably less than a few thousand kilometres away. Either way relying on the bearded ones today was not going to be proving a fruitful course of action. "Very well", said the Captain, his brow furrowing slightly now and betraying the fact that his emotional barriers were fraying. ~Not good~ "Maintain course and heading as best we can", he added, just as the Doctor and one of his medics appeared on the bridge in response to the emergency call. The medic immediately made for the downed crewman to assess their injuries, whilst Williams approached the CO. “Captain anyone else injured.”, he enquired. The Captain glanced to the science console to Ensign Jornell, who had sustained a hand injury but seemed to be coping. "You might want to check out our science officer", said the Captain, returning his gaze then to the viewscreen and the objects that were once again beginning to skew in relation to their course deviations. If only the hard lock up would detach, then they might be able to bring the ship under control, although of course that would mean the almost certain loss of the Garallon, which was not an option as far as the Captain was concerned. The ship contained valuable intel and to let it go now might jeapordise any progress they had made in regards the pursuit of Madon. No, it was not an option... Everything now rested on the capable shoulders of the Bajoran FO/Engineer, and the CO found himself hoping then that those shoulders were still as strong as they had been before they had entered this devilish place. He knew of course that the FO would highly likely be considering a cold shutdown of the warp core, irrespective of all that that would entail, and he had surely reached Engineering by now, so with that in mind, T'Vhor opened up a channel. NRPG: I have tried to show a degree of time passage accounting for Remae's arrival in Engineering at 01:50, so a reply should be possible from that point now... RPG: "Captain to the First Officer" (Reply Remae) "Sitrep please?", he requested, hoping that the FO would at least have some good news regarding their sudden and inexplicable warp engine activation... (Reply Remae) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre - Bridge - CO, Captain T'Vhor - 01:41) Suddenly, things had gone from bad to worse. The First Officer had responded accordingly, leaving his chair and heading straight for the turbolift like a man possessed as alerts began sounding all over the bridge. T'Vhor had no reason whatsoever to query where he might be going, after all he WAS still the CEO and the warp drive had just inexplicably powered up! Not exactly the thing that anyone would be wanting within a Void containing explosive and unstable gasses... A few seconds beforehand the order had gone out to shut down the impulse engines, and whilst that had assisted in bringing the ship back under control from it's wild deviations from their heading, manual override of the warp core had just failed to initiate, a factor no doubt prompting Remae's swift departure from the bridge. The Captain gripped his armrests firmly as the SIF/Inertial dampers fluctuated slightly, then he called to the helm. "Maintain a lock on our beacons for as long as possible", he stressed, "we cannot afford to lose sight of them" An understatement of course. If they lost sight of their navigation beacons then they might spend the rest of their lives trying to get out of this place. Unless of course they could use an ally. The Captain then called to the Tactical Officer beyond. "Where are the Tellarites right now? Are we able to contact them yet?" (Reply Tactical) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre – Deck 3 – Sickbay – CMO, Cmdr Andrew Williams - 01:42) The call from the bridge was not the first call for medical assistance but there was only a finite number of doctors on board. He knew that Angeni was doing rounds and properly had her hands full and Michaella was dealing with Mias. He placed the PADD down and move towards the shelf where a group of med-kits were stacked for this type of situation. He grabbed one as he passed as he headed for the door. “Nurse Marshal you are with me.” He saw Marshal nod and follow him towards the door. He saw Janel with a patient and called out to him as he dashed through the door. “Be ready to receive patient just in case we have any badly wounded.” (Reply Tarna IYW) He staggered against the corridor as the Specter lurched around. ~Someone is having fun up there~ He and Marshal staggered into the turbolift and headed up to the bridge. (Reply Tarna) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre – Deck 3 – Sickbay – Ensign (JG) Janel Tarna - 01:43) The bridge had called sickbay for medical assistance and it was none other than the CMO who answered the call, directing nurse Marshal to go with him. “Be ready to receive patient just in case we have any badly wounded.” “Aye sir,” he replied automatically. As Dr Williams left, Janel decided to make an executive decision of his own as the ship rocked, threatening to jolt patients from their biobeds. “Computer, engage safety force fields at all occupied biobeds,” he demanded. He appreciated that no one liked being effectively restrained but with the inertial dampeners struggling to cope with whatever craziness was going on, he felt it better than the alternative. Certainly it was more efficient than holding people down and safer for patient and doctor. The words had barely left his lips when the ship rocked making him glad of his decision. At times it was hard to keep going when so much was happening around you, especially when you had the uncertainty of not knowing exactly what was happening and why. It felt a bit like being in a warzone. Were they under attack though? All he could do was focus on the patients. “Is there anyone well enough now to be moved to quarters?” he asked of the nurse by him. It looked like things were about to get crazy again and if so he was possibly going to need all of the biobeds he could free up. “Let me check,” he replied and headed off. While Janel waited on a response he carried on with his work. He was making good progress here and hoped to be able to get this patient healed and in good condition to move before he got hit by another wave. With medical staff busy with patients and being pulled around the ship to deal with on-site emergencies and casualties it really put the pressure on an already tiring team. The nurse came back merely a few minutes later having checked the status of everyone in sickbay. “Mr Carson on biobed 3 could be moved now and one or two others aren’t far off being ready for such a move.” He had not expected much more than that even if he’d held onto some small hope. There was no free parking here. Everyone in sickbay really needed to be there, these were not cases that a simple wave of a dermal regenerator could not put right. “Alright, please arrange for Mr Carson’s discharge then and make a note on his file to arrange a follow up visit with him as soon as the crisis is over,” he said. (Reply Any) (Posted by James) (USS Spectre – Bridge – CMO, Cmdr Andrew Williams - 01:46) The turbolift doors opened and Andrew and Marshal entered. He was a crewman on the floor and Marshall headed over to begin triage. He need to make sure that there was no one else before he began to work on the crewman so he stepped over to T’Vhor. “Captain anyone else injured.” (Reply T’Vhor) (Reply T’Vhor, Tarna) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre - Engineering - Acting FO/CEO, LT (Sg) Remae Ktell - 01:50) Remae had reached Engineering and the noises coming from the core were building up... it sounded like the warp engines were coming online much slower than usual but it was unmistakable. "Report.", he said to anyone listening or paying attention. The cluster of Engineers around the core working meant the trouble was there. He pushed his way through. It was accelerating; the pulsating core was getting faster and faster. The readouts showed that the engineers had disconnected the nacelles, the Spectre wasn't going to leap into warp anytime soon, not that it would be possible inside the void anyway. Extra energy was being produced than the Spectre could use but what to do with extra energy? "Shut down the core.", he said and everyone looked around at him, maybe waiting for him to explain. "Disengage the matter and antimatter streams... a cold shutdown.", he said and he headed over a panel. A panel that contained a lever that you pulled, turned and put back in place. "Any other ideas?", he said... once the switch was turned, the core would be offline for several hours, forcing the ship to remain on auxiliary power. At least the additional energy generation would go to good use. (Reply from Anyone in Engineering) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (USS Spectre - Sickbay - Marine Corpsman Lt. Lhiannon Kindell - 01:55) The Marine was bored. She had been trapped in sickbay for hours, and while she knew intellectually that her people were going to make it back to the ship, she couldn't help the fact that she simply fretted. She wanted out of this bio bed trapping her, she wanted out of the sickbay, and she wanted back in her BDU, to be walking amongst her unit, checking in on the children as she referred to them as. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if she could feel Kindell. Loss of the presence of her symbiont had not returned and Lhiannon knew that this was not a good thing. Her cornflower blue eyes scanned sickbay when they alighted upon a new medical officer - a Trill. Finally. He would know what to do. Now how to get his attention? She wiggled but the pain from the incisions caused her to gasp and for the monitors to begin to chirp annoyingly. The Nurse who came over to check on her frowned, then looked down at the blond haired marine corpsman with a frown, "Lt. Kindell you are a medical corpswoman in your own right, and you could very easily become a doctor with the amount of experience you have. Now I'm asking you a straight question Miss Lhiannon, do you honestly think that you should be wiggling to scratch an itch that doesn't exist anywhere except in your own mind?" Lhiannon felt the swoosh of the medication begin to calm and relax her, but she still wouldn't let the Nurse go. "Please Nurse, could you summon that young trill over please?" The nurse humphed off and repeated the blond marine's request to Janel. Lhiannon lay there, recovering from the extensive wounds from being fired on by marine weapons at one of the highest settings, a good portion of the force having been absorbed by the special armor that was designed for the Trill. Lhiannon fretted and waited impatiently. She had worked well with the medical team on the Spectre well in the past, but this man was obviously Trill and he would know how to help her. She missed the touch of her symbiont and felt rather lonely. (reply Janel) (posted by Melinda Gatling) (USS Spectre – Deck 3 – Sickbay – Ensign (JG) Janel Tarna - 02:00) Janel Tarna had finished healing the burns of the crewman and brought him back to consciousness. Normally he would have allowed the crewman to rest, preferring to let the medication wear off in its own time but sickbay in such high demand he needed the space. That meant he had to talk to him about what happened and take a statement, then he could return to light duties after some rest in his quarters. The human looked disorientated and a little unsettled as he came around. “It’s alright crewman, you’re in sickbay. I’m Doctor Tarna. You had a broken arm and some burns but I’ve healed them now. You’ll feel a little tender for a few days but if you eat and rest well you’ll be back to full strength in no time.” The crewman eased himself up and looked around. He’d been very distressed and had seemed to be in the throes of a hallucination when he’d come in. Janel wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t remember being brought in at all. “Oh. Thank you I guess,” he replied uncertainly. Janel was not put off but the lukewarm response. The crewman was no doubt still trying to get his bearings. “Can you remember anything about the accident?” “I had a plasma torch and was to do some welding in the bowels of the ship but I don’t even remember turning the torch on, much less burning myself,” he replied. Janel took some notes on the PADD. It was possible the burns had come from something other than the torch. It was possible he’d turned the torch on and couldn’t remember using it, but maybe it had never been switched on at all. Perhaps there had been other people working in the area and he’d burned himself as a result of something they were doing? “Tell me everything you can remember. Was there anyone else down there? Were there any hazards you had to overcome?” he asked, hoping to jog his memory a little. “Look I really don’t know okay. It’s all a blur. I can’t remember seeing anyone else, are you saying someone else did this to me?” came the frustrated answer. “Absolutely not. I’m not saying anything of the sort. I’m just trying to help you remember what did happen.” He replied quickly. He absolutely did not want to suggest interference by anyone else accidental or otherwise. He had absolutely nothing to substantiate such claims. He went on to explain what was going to happen now. He was certain that this was a one off event, which had happened while he’d been suffering from the hallucination but due process had to be followed. He certainly didn’t want to leave anything to chance. “I’m going to release you to quarters now but the accident investigation is not yet complete. I’m going to hand this over to security because we need to check the internal sensors and examine the kit you were using. It’s important we understand how this happened to we can take any steps that may be necessary to prevent it happening again in the future. In the meantime, if you remember anything else please let me know” The crewman didn’t look exactly thrilled with this but if nothing else seemed to recognise that the Trill was simply following due process. He sat up fully and asked, “I’m free to go then?” “Yes, take care of yourself.” Confirmed the medic. The crewman got up and left, meanwhile Janel looked around sickbay to see if that security officer from before was still present. If so he would gladly hand this matter over to him. Instead he was approached by a nurse. It seemed one of the patients had specifically requested to see him. Of course he would never refuse such a request and approached the biobed of the indicated patient. He’d heard that there was another Trill, a joined Trill aboard but had never imagined he’d be meeting her in circumstances such as this. He glanced at the patient records by her bed to get a quick overview of her medical status. Lt Lhiannon Kindell had been hurt pretty bad but it looked like she would make it through thanks to the wonders of medical science. “Hello, I’m Doctor Janel Tarna, how are you doing?” he asked. (Reply Kindell) “The nurse said you requested my presence specifically. Is there something I can do for you?” he asked (Reply Kindell) (Posted by James) (USS Spectre – Deck 3 – Sickbay – ACMO Ens. A.O. Windsong-Trommashere - 03:17) "Where are you from?" She asked. "I’m from Mak’ala on Trill. It’s a large, prominent city with a lot of modern buildings and towers. The caves of Mak’ala are one of the most significant places on Trill. Have you heard of them?" Angeni picked up a small container holding hypo vials. She gently rocked the package back and forth, checking for the obvious sound of broken vials. She placed the carton on the shelf as she listened to him. "I’m from Mak’ala on Trill. It’s a large, prominent city with a lot of modern buildings and towers. The caves of Mak’ala are one of the most significant places on Trill. Have you heard of them?" "I have heard of them, but I don't know very much about them. I went through the academy with a Trill who spoke of them, but that's about it. Have you ever been there? "I’ve never visited them, myself. Almost no one gets to go down there. Only the guardians who look after the symbionts and maintain their natural environment," "Oh! That's right. I remember that much." She remembered her Trill acquaintance speaking of the place. She closed one container, moving it away, then she opened up the next one. She wanted to ask if he was joined, but she figured he would tell her if he was. For some Trill, it could be a source of shame if they weren't joined and she didn't want to dredge up any poor feelings. They worked in silence for a few minutes when he spoke up again. "What about you? I’d love to hear about where you come from." "Well, I was born in Tennessee on Earth, but I've been living in New Baltimore for the last several years. Tennessee was full of nature...which was awesome. I lived just outside of Memphis, which went through a huge revitalization during the beginning of the 21st century. I moved to New Baltimore to work at the University that I graduated from." "Do you miss it much?" "At the moment? Yes..." She trailed off, thinking about the Apple tree in the family backyard where her sister's remains lay. "I miss my family terribly, but I'm glad to be back out in Space...not happy to be in the Void, but happy to be amongst the stars." She finished up the last container. "Have you ever been to Earth?" (Reply Janel) "I don't think there are any places of major significance like your caves of Mak'ala. The closest I can think of is the National Capital, which is where the Federal Government meets, but depending on who you speak to, they will either be quite fond of the place, or think it's a cesspool. The amazing thing about the United States is that, its this huge melting pot of people who can find something extremely significant wherever they go. For me, I find the Great Smokey Mountains to be extremely significant...that's where it's believed my people, the Cherokee Nation, came from, but to someone else they are just a bunch of mountains in the middle of the woods." (Reply Janel) "Do you miss Trill?" (Reply Janel) "Well, here's to being able to go back home at some point." She picked up the containers and moved them back into the storage room. "Thank you for all your help, Dr. Tarna." She extended her hand to him. (Reply Janel,any) (Posted by Kari) (USS Spectre – Deck 3, Sickbay – Ensign (JG) Janel Tarna - 03:18) Ensign Janel Tarna was helping Dr Trommashere re-supply the drugs cabinets in a brief moment of quiet. It was proving to be a good opportunity for him to get to know one of his colleagues. up until now there had been very little opportunity for socialisation. She finished up the last container and asked him, "Have you ever been to Earth?" "Yes, I studied there," he replied before adding a little more information, "I attended the Starfleet Campus on Earth although I didn't travel much outside. I guess I don't really regret it. I was particularly driven and spent as much time as I had studying in the labs or archives. Are you going to tell me about some of the wonders I've missed out on?" "I don't think there are any places of major significance like your caves of Mak'ala. The closest I can think of is the National Capital, which is where the Federal Government meets, but depending on who you speak to, they will either be quite fond of the place, or think it's a cesspool. The amazing thing about the United States is that, its this huge melting pot of people who can find something extremely significant wherever they go. For me, I find the Great Smokey Mountains to be extremely significant...that's where it's believed my people, the Cherokee Nation, came from, but to someone else they are just a bunch of mountains in the middle of the woods." "I suppose that's true. It's all subjective. I should think a great many people would find our sacred caves to be quite creepy. " he conceded. "Do you miss Trill?" "Yes and no," he replied unhelpfully. "I loved the countryside, the wild open places and the wildlife it supports. I love studying it and doing related conservation and holography. I'll miss that a great deal." His voice came alive in a way it hadn't done the whole time he'd been posted with the ship. He was talking about his true passion in life. He felt a little guilty at times that he didn't have that same excitement and enthusiasm for medicine. It was to him a very important job and to an extent a means to an end. What could be greater than saving lives? It had been drilled into him so much that he couldn't even think about it without hearing his mother's voice. Medicine was his job and he felt like it should be his passion too because it was supposed to be the greatest, most noble and important calling there was. "Well, here's to being able to go back home at some point." She picked up the containers and moved them back into the storage room. "Thank you for all your help, Dr. Tarna." She extended her hand to him. He gave her a smile and replied warmly in his positive, optimistic manner, "It's no problem. Happy to help any time." NRP: Kari - I look forward to reading your reply to the tags I sent with the post time stamped 0234 :) (Reply Kari) (Posted by James) (USS Spectre – Deck 3, Corridor by sickbay – Ensign (JG) Janel Tarna - 03:24) Dr Trommashere and Dr Williams seemed to know each other pretty well if their talk of dinner and wine was an indicator of anything. Maybe there was something more between them? Janel suppressed a sigh. When this was all over he was not going to be sitting down to any nice meals, he would be hard at work catching up on everything he could and should have been doing had he not been working solidly for the greater part of a week now. Maybe this period of crazy activity would be followed by a lull and he could catch up with his research. Or maybe his mother was right and this was how things would be going forward - lurching from one disaster to the next with hardly a chance to breathe in between. If that was the case he figured he could probably kiss goodbye to joining right here and now. “Enjoy see you both in a bit,” said the chief medical officer. What was to enjoy? They were headed down to Ten Forward, which along with sickbay and cargo bay 2 was packed with injured crew. How could anyone think about eating at a time like this? He was expecting to have his hands full doing check-ups, administering fresh doses of anti-hallucinogenics, painkillers and treating (relatively) minor injuries. Hitching the strap of his portable medikit up his shoulder a bit he set off towards the turbolift replying flatly, “thanks.” At least this provided an opportunity to get to know one of his colleagues a little better. Even if small chat wasn’t something he was great at most of the time he did have a few questions. “So, how long have you been aboard the Spectre?” he asked, starting with something easy. He had a follow up question that might lead him to understand what life here was really likely to be like moving forward too. (Reply Trommashere) “Is it always like this?” he asked before realising it was a pretty sweeping statement, somewhat more open to interpretation than intended. He had a really bad habit of overthinking things, particularly in social settings. ~Don’t worry about it. I’m sure she knows what I mean.~ (Reply Trommashere) “Oh no it’s fine. I’m all over it,” he replied hastily. Maybe he was and maybe he wasn’t. He just didn’t want anyone to think he couldn’t handle this. He hadn’t gone through all those years of training to let his first mission grind him into the ground. Would situations like this get easier to deal with given time and experience? He had no idea. All he knew is that if it didn’t he was probably going to struggle his whole career. Now there was a depressing thought. Everyone else seemed so much smarter and together than him. Maybe he was paranoid and overthinking that too. (Reply Trommashere) Glad of the change in conversation he replied, “I think I’ll probably get a nutrient ration bar to be honest. I don’t think I could sit down to a proper meal if I’m going to be surrounded by people needing my assistance. Can you imagine what they’d be thinking?” he left the question hanging in the air for just a moment and pressed the turbo lift call button. (Reply Trommashere) (Posted by James) (USS Spectre – Deck 10, Ten Forward Lounge - TAC/SC Lt, Kerge - 03:28) Kerge rubbed at his forehead ridges as he entered the ten forward lounge, an attempt to ease the tension that he had been feeling for quite some time now. To say that he was agitated would have been an understatement right now for he was positively livid, indeed, had he not had wrestled with the Targ in the corridor just a half an hour beforehand, he felt sure that he would have had to have broken a few skulls just to alleviate the tension, and that would not have been good. The Targ of course had been an illusion care of the Void, that much was obvious. Nevertheless, it had given him the opportunity to at least work up a sweat. Now all that he required was a little relaxation, and perhaps a stimulating conversation with a certain someone, although that person did not seem to be present right now. Ensign.... What was her name? It escaped him at the moment, although why that could be he was unsure. He'd been exceptionally rude to her the last time they'd spoken, and she had countered in a manner that had impressed the big Klingon. Perhaps there was fire in her veins after all. For a Human... Exhaling heavilly, Kerge made a note of the Medic, Tarna, who seemed now to be engaged in some kind of a survey with Dr Trommashere, if the fact that he was flitting from crewman to crewman was anything to go by that is. Shaking his head, he dismissed his thoughts and then headed to the bar where Mei Ling served the few officers that sat there. "Blood wine. Now", he bellowed, causing the two officers to turn in his direction. Kerge could read their expressions immediately, officers or not though, he was not about to apologize for his curt manner. Mei Ling quirked her head and then shook it. "Manners will get you nowhere", she said with a wink to the officers. "Or at least, that's the case on Qo'nos Lieutentant, right? Kerge frowned and then grunted something under his breath as he moved nearer and then took a seat. "What are you looking at?", he enquired of the nearest officer, who shrugged and then turned away, obviously in no mood for a confrontation with a headstrong, Void affected brute like Kerge. The Klingon growled under his breath in response. No spines these Humans, none worth the effort of trying to snap anyway.... "Will you give me the blood wine or not?", he said, repeating his request. Mei Ling raised an eyebrow in her usual inimitable manner, honed as it was from many late nights tending the Klingon SC's angst. In truth, she was probably one of the more worthy opponents to partake of his holodeck training programs, if not exactly the most likely given her demure form. Kerge though had learned that where Mei Ling was concerned, appearances could be deceptive and she had proved a worthy foe on more than one occasion due to her experience in unarmed combat. "You can have it Lieutenant", said Mei Ling, smiling. "When you say the magic word" Kerge rolled his eyes and then inhaled. "I am in no mood to play games Mei Ling. I am the mood to drink, plenty", he said, clearly annoyed at the barkeeps 'no-nonsense' attitude. "Not in this bar unless you play nicely", said Mei Ling. "You know my rules, politeness wins over angst. Klingon or otherwise. You can have your drink, when you abide" Kerge thumped his forehead with his palm, hard, and then he turned to the officers beside him, one of whom was now eyeing him curiously. "What?", said Kerge, at which the officer raised both hands into the air. "Hey man, I've got no beef. I'm just trying to relax like you", he said. Mei Ling then butted in again in a clear attempt at defusing a possibly messy outcome. "So what's it to be Lieutentant?", she asked. "Let's talk magic, shall we?" The Big Klingon paused and then looked about the Ten Forward lounge once again, a part of him hoping that his mysterious young Ensign might have finally arrived. Seeing nobody fitting the description though, he turned to the barkeep and then capitulated. But only because she was a good opponent in the holodeck mind you... "Blood wine..... Please", he said, much to the smiling Hikaru's appreciation as she promptly poured him the required beverage and then placed it on the bar before him, winking again at the officers as she did so. "There", she said, "that wasn't too difficult, was it...." Kerge grunted once, and then upended the jar in appreciation as the smooth liquid sought out it's course down his parched throat. Then he belched, loudly... (Reply Any in Ten Forward, IYW) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre – Deck 10, Ten Forward – ACMO, Ensign (JG) Janel Tarna - 03:30) It had not taken long for Drs Trommashere and Tarna to reach Ten Forward 7 decks below where they'd started. With so many people having been injured and affected by their time in the void they'd had to start using alternative facilities. He just hoped the bar was closed, or at the very least to selling alcohol. It was a depressant and the last thing needed by people on drugs to help them calm down and stop hallucinations. It would react with their meds and create and whole new world of problems. Dr Trommashere started working her way through one side of the room and he started on the other. He for one did not feel comfortable taking a break until the work had been done. He stopped by his first patient, a human with a colourful drink. Janel knew it was too far away to smell but he tried anyway and eyeballed it suspiciously. NRPG: Please feel free to join in anyone with a human PC/SPC. :) RPG: Janel held back the impulse to ask about the drink and decided to focus on his patient instead. "Hello, how are you feeling? Has there been any difference for better or worse since the last time we did our rounds?" he asked in his friendly manner. He had a keen-to-help spirit that possibly made him a lot more cheerful than he felt. (Tag any free human) He listened to the response and used it to judge whether the medications were having the sort of impact he hoped for. People weren't meant to be on these long term and even after as few as three days could start causing the symptoms they were designed to prevent. They were really just designed for the short time until the immediate problem could be dealt with. He did have alternative drugs he could switch people to as needed but the hope was that this would not be a long term issue for people. The alternative drugs came with the downside that the body could end up relying on them after a while and you ended up having to wean people off them. That was one of the reasons they hadn't been the first choice of drug. The important thing was he had choices and it gave him room to move. "Alright, and how have your moods been?" he asked, trying to judge whether his patients moods were stable or if they were feeling particularly low. (Tag human) Once again he listened and came to the conclusion he wanted to run the tricorder over his patient just to build up a clearer picture of the overall state of things. It was important to him to be thorough and if the patient was suffering from a lot of anxiety there would be signs he could pick up on right away. "You won't mind if I run a few scans will you?" he asked, smirking quietly at the thought that it could also pick up traces of alcohol on the breath if he wanted. (Tag human) Deciding upon the honest route where the drink was concerned he decided to take a friendly approach and ask about it in the first instance. He didn't know many people here and it would be better to try build a rapport with them rather than come off like some rule obsessed nutcase. "I've never seen a drink like that before, I hope it tastes as good as it looks. What is it?" he asked. (Tag human) He was running the sensor nib of the tricorder around the top of his patient's head when the ship lurched throwing him off balance. He felt disorientated as he fell backwards, his face full of shock until he bashed his head off the corner of the table behind him. He was vaguely aware of the sound it made as contact was made and a flash of pain making him wince and call out in agony. A feeling of floating through the air and being light like cotton washed over him as he hit the deck and went out cold. (Tag human, Trommashere, Hikaru, anyone) (Posted by James) (USS Spectre – Deck 10, Ten Forward – ACMO, Ensign (JG) Janel Tarna - 03:31) Dr Janel Tarna was running the sensor nib of the tricorder around the top of his patient's head when the ship lurched throwing him off balance. That's how it felt to him but was it the ship or was it his mind playing tricks on him? Either it was the lingering effects of the void, the fact his own meds would be running out of his system soon or tiredness. Most likely it was a combination of things but to Janel in that moment it certainly felt like the ship's fault. He felt disorientated as he fell backwards, his face full of shock until he bashed his head off the corner of the table behind him. He was vaguely aware of the sound it made as contact was made and a flash of pain making him wince and call out in agony. Janel was in that strange place between consciousness and unconsciousness for a few moments. It was a strange feeling to him. A feeling of floating through the air and being light like cotton washed over him as he hit the deck. (Tag human, Trommashere, Hikaru, anyone) He could hear a voice, calling his name, it was his mother. She had confiscated his camera and he was absolutely livid. It was one of the guaranteed ways to upset him and particularly today. "Give me that back right away," he demanded urgently. Normally he was not this rude to his mother because he was smart enough not to get drawn into another fight. Unfortunately she knew how to push his buttons and he'd taken some of the best shots ever and wanted to safeguard them. Okay so he'd skipped the last class of school but it was maths and he hated it with a passion. "Janel you brought this upon yourself. You know the rules and if you're going to miss lessons to go take photographs then I might as well keep this for good," she replied sternly. The year was nearly up and he had genuinely tried his best all year. He felt like he was able to understand the lesson in class and completed all the exercises but as soon as he left the classroom it was all gone. It was as if someone had switched the light off and he just didn't get it. He was doing so poorly he'd been targeted as a candidate to attend an after school study group once a week. He'd gone every single week and every single week he'd used that extra hour to do his maths homework. Or he'd tried anyway. The results did not reflect the effort and he consistently got less than 10%. He knew for a fact he was going to fail the class and had effectively given up all hope. "I know but it was maths. The caves of Mak’ala will collapse before I pass that class. There's no point, I just can't do it," he replied completely exasperated. "Your report predicted a B so you can't be doing that badly," replied mother. Boy was she going to be disappointed. The 'B' had been a shock to him too given his performance all year, so much so he'd actually asked he why she'd done that. "I don't like giving people a C. I feel it is better to be optimistic. If you reach for the stars then at least you might hit the ceiling." Or something like that... It had been kind without a doubt but they both knew he wasn't going to pass. Even a 'C' would have been kind. Maths had always been his worst subject but the thing that made it most frustrating was that the year before he'd got an 'A'. He'd breezed through the class and actually enjoyed maths for the first time ever. His teacher that year had been the only one who had taught it to him in a way he could understand. "Yeah well the teacher was just being kind. She shouldn't have put that. All year I've struggled. I can't even get 10% on my homework. Not even when I'm leaving the class and going directly to study group to complete it. I've tried so hard all year but I just can't do it. There's not all that long until exams so what's the point? I might as well do something I like. That's why I skipped class." He was half moody and half pleading for her to understand. He hated the way she scrutinised him with that cold stare as if she was weighing up his worth and finding him lacking all over again. There was awkward silence for the longest time and Janel was sure the window panes were frosting over due to the atmosphere in the room. Finally she replied, "What's on the film?" She was totally unreadable. "Uh, I caught a picture of a male Twergit feeding a chick. It's generally thought that the males don't play a part in the upbringing of their chicks. That they just mate and leave so this is unseen behaviour caught on camera," he replied with a mixture of pride and caution. The footage was pretty valuable and secretly he did not regret skipping class. He would not had got that snap had he attended after all. His stomach knotted as his mother took out the data chip. She threw it onto the floor and stepped on it with her heel. The crunching of it breaking underfoot made him feel ill. This was his punishment for skipping school. She knew how important it was and didn't care that he'd caught something special on camera. He now regretted telling her the truth. Maybe if he'd described some mundane things she'd simply of kept it from him for a while. Maybe she'd have crushed it just the same. She was so hard to predict. "Go to your room and remain there until I call you down. I need to call the school." she snapped. Janel skulked off up the stairs and sat on the edge of his bed feeling sorry for himself and boiling with rage at what his mother had done as punishment. She never did call him down the rest of that night and he had gone without dinner - all part of the punishment. His anger had burned all through the night keeping him from sleep until finally, in the morning he heard her calling his name... "Janel, you may come down now" Being as he was still thoroughly in a bad mood he ignored her. "Janel!" (Tag anyone) It came again but it didn't sound right. It wasn't his mother. The dream faded, the memory became distant once again and he started to become aware again. First of the pain in his head, "Ow!" He wiped his face and opened his eyes. ~ What am I doing down here? ~ He hated being the centre of attention and in the crowded space more than one set of eyes were trained on him. (Tag anyone) "I'm fine," he declared defiantly out of embarrassment. He touched the back of his head gingerly, there was definitely a bump there. It was probably fine though. What had happened though? He still felt a bit disorientated. Had someone pushed him? The bump was on the back of his head though - had some drunk bottled him? He felt a bit uneasy. ~ Why would someone do that? ~ ~ Security? ~ he wondered if there was a security presence here. If there was maybe they'd seen something. He didn't think security was responsible, of course but weren't they supposed to be keeping order? No good could come of keeping patients with mental problems - to phrase it in basic terms - in a bar. (Tag anyone) (Posted by James) (USS Spectre – Deck 10, Ten Forward – ACMO, Ensign (JG) Janel Tarna - 03:32) Dr Tarna felt embarrassed having become the center of attention after falling backwards, banging his head and very briefly passing out. He still felt a bit disorientated. "I'm fine," he declared defiantly out of embarrassment. He touched the back of his head gingerly, there was definitely a bump there. It was probably fine though. What had happened though? Had someone pushed him? The bump was on the back of his head though - had some drunk bottled him? He felt a bit uneasy. (Tag Anyone) At first he felt a little disoriented and didn't know what had happened but things soon became less hazy and came back to him. He gratefully took the drink offered to him and sat on a vacant seat nearby. "Didn't you feel that?" at risk of looking at blank faces he quickly elaborated, "the ship lurch I mean." (Tag Anyone) His eyes narrowed and the corners of his mouth turned down a little at the reply, "Really?" He cast his eye up and down the room looking for tipped chairs, glasses and any other signs that this wasn't a trick of the mind. (Tag Anyone) With a sigh he conceded the point, it was something that had briefly fitted across his own mind too. "Perhaps you're right. I'll just finish my rounds here first..." he remarked as brightly as he could given the circumstances. He really didn't want to let anyone down and since he felt better now he felt perfectly happy to continue. If they went back to work then everything would go back to normal and he wouldn't have to feel embarrassed anymore. (Tag Anyone) He got up and took his empty glass to the bar, effectively removing himself from the conversation. He slid the glass across the counter towards the barkeep with one arm, leaning his weight on it with the other. He glanced at the person next to him, a Klingon and then saw the glass he had. "What's that?" he asked suspiciously. (Tag Kerge, Anyone) He looked to the barkeep to confirm or deny this. He didn't know the Lieutenant well and while so it was hard to judge how much salt might be needed with this. Maybe he could get a stealth scan with his tricorder he briefly wondered before dismissing the thought as underhanded and not a good way to establish trust or respect. (Reply Anyone, Kerge) (Posted by James) (USS Spectre – Deck 10, Ten Forward Lounge - TAC/SC Lt Kerge and SO, Ensign Yates - 03:32) Kerge had by now upended his blood wine, the unpalatable (to anyone but a Klingon) beverage resonating with his better side and conjuring up within his mind, battles long gone. It was all lost on the Humans and Vulcans of course, neither of which particularly relished engaging in the fight purely for the honour of it. As he downed his flask onto the bar though, a sound came from beyond leading the Klingon to turn about and straighten up. One of the Medical Ensigns was now on his back, seemingly passed out, although why he was unsure. Standing from his stool he made a move to assist the fallen crewman, his trained eye glancing about the place looking for anyone that might have been responsible for what had just happened. Needless to say, nobody in particular stood out. Indeed, the only ones now gathering nearby were offering their assistance to the stricken officer, who was babbling incoherently as Kerge's colleague, Ensign Nathanial Yates appeared from the far left and took the lead. Kerge allowed him to proceed with a nod, and then returned to the bar to refill his flask. "Give me that back right away!" hollered Tarna, to nobody in particular. Yates frowned confused, and then crouched down next to the Medic, whom he now recognised as Ensign Tarna, a recent arrival on board from when they had docked at SB19. "What has been taken?", enquired Yates, the man still seemingly irrational to the point where only one cause stood out as a probably reason for his loss of sense. Tarna then lifted his head suddenly, clearly confused at why people were now gathering around him. "I'm fine", he said, answering nobody in particular as he lifted himself to a sitting position. Yates requested someone to fetch some water, which was duly handed to Tarna who finally got up and then made his way to a nearby seat. The SO followed of course, curious to hear his story. "Didn't you feel that, the ship lurch I mean.", said Tarna, clearly surprised that nobody else had fallen and injured themselves. Yates frowned again and then looked about at the others with an inquisitive look. "The ship did not lurch", he offered. "Perhaps it was you that... Umm, lurched?" Tarna seemed to contemplate that briefly, then he furrowed his brow, clearly unsure of anything right now but happy to accept the Security Officers suggestion as a possibility. "Perhaps you're right. I'll just finish my rounds here first...", said Tarna, standing abruptly and then moving off towards the bar and the increasingly interested, Kerge, who had been watching the developments with a refilled, although now half empty flask. The Ensign planted his own now empty glass onto the bar and then turned to the Klingon, who was eyeing him curiously. "What's that?", enquired Tarna, looking at the red, thick liquid resembling something that really should have been circulating in someones veins! This WAS a Klingon after all so anything was possible. "It's blood wine", answered Kerge as though it should have been obvious, and eager now to see if the Ensign would take up the challenge of attempting to sample it. In his own experience, few species could develop a taste for the Klingon choice beverage, it's bitter saltiness usually causing them to retch, and on a few occasions even vomit! (Reply Tarna) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre – Deck 10, ?Ten Forward – ACMO, Ensign (JG) Janel Tarna - 03:33) After some incredibly awkward moments Janel Tarna had removed himself from the area he'd fallen to pull himself back together. The Klingon next to him said he was drinking bloodwine. He looked to the barkeep to confirm or deny this. He didn't know the Lieutenant well and while so it was hard to judge how much salt might be needed with this. Maybe he could get a stealth scan with his tricorder he briefly wondered before dismissing the thought as underhanded and not a good way to establish trust or respect. It was just as well Klingon's were made of sturdier stuff. He checked his PADD to see when the Klingon had last received medication. Now to just remember his name. There weren't all that many Klingon's but he'd not completely memorised everyone's name yet. He was sure he remembered this individual just right though. "Lieutenant Kreg..." (Tag Kerge) "Kerge, yes, that's what I said. Give me that bloodwine and tell me, when was the last time we gave you some medications?" he asked. He had the information in front of him but did Kerge remember, did he remember the advice that went with it. (Tag Kerge) "Okay, can you also remember the advice we gave you? also, give me that." he said, not wanting the Klingon to have more until the matter was resolved. (Tag Kerge) (Posted by James) (USS Spectre – Deck 10, Ten Forward - TAC/SC, Lt Kerge - 03:34) Tarna? Ah yes, a new crewman that had arrived whilst the ship had docked at Starbase 19. Kerge had remembered overseeing his arrival documents upon his posting, as was usually the case when new crew were coming aboard an operational starship for the first time. On this occasion though, protocol had been tightened somewhat by the CO. There seemed to be no real reason for that to most of the security section and most just assumed that it was a drill of some sort. Kerge though had been made privy to the reasons. It had not sat well with him at first, but then upon reflection, he could see the Captain's logic. There was talk of a possible infiltration by 'foreign agents', Kerge himself had seen the encrypted communique from Admiral Alexander and remembered being told that it was 'Eyes Only' information for him alone. As the ships Sec Chief, who was he to question an 'order', for that was indeed what it was... "Lieutenant Kreg...", said Tarna, pronouncing the Klingons name incorrectly. The Klingon regarded the man coldly. Surely by now he knew the name of the ships security chief? Perhaps Kerge needed to make his presense more well known in future? "Lieutenant Kerge", said the Chief, correcting Tarna's mistake... "Kerge, yes, that's what I said. Give me that bloodwine and tell me, when was the last time we gave you some medications?" he asked, sidestepping the embarrassment of getting the mans name wrong in as professional a manner as any Ferengi. Kerge scratched at his beard and then leant one arm onto the bar in a somewhat casual manner. For a Medic, Tarna seemed unusually stern and succinct. But then, some Doctors did seemed to exhibit an overbearing manner when medical matters were concerned. Kerge let it go nonetheless, preferring not to antagonise the Trill at this moment in time. "A few hours ago" answered Kerge. "Okay, can you also remember the advice we gave you? Also, give me that." added Tarna, reaching now for the Klingons beverage. Kerge of course reacted in a predictable manner. Who was this Trill to try and take a Klingons drink from him anyway? Had he never dealt with Klingons before? "Get your own bloodwine", said Kerge curtly, his hand, complete with flask, moving further from the Medics grasp as he spoke. "This one is mine" (Reply Tarna) NRPG: Assuming a repeat of the previous query here, but can change if need be. RPG: Tarna then reiterated his previous question regarding the advice that the Klingon was 'Supposed' to be following. Kerge fell silent. He knew of course that any kind of alcohol was not supposed to be being consumed whilst taking the medication that had been prescribed them all, and he had a fair idea where the Trill was going with all of this. "It was just one drink", said Kerge, wondering now why he was suddenly on the defensive, the very last course of action that should be being taken by the Chief of Security. "Well, one and a half", added Kerge, contemplating the flask in his hand with a wry smile. (Reply Tarna) (Posted by Alan) (USS Spectre – Deck 10, ?Ten Forward – ACMO, Ensign (JG) Janel Tarna - 03:35) Dr Janel Tarna felt pretty awkward about having got the name of Lieutenant Kerge wrong. After all there weren't that many Klingons aboard the ship and he was non other than the chief of security. He had quickly breezed on in the hopes of sidestepping his latest blunder. Today was going less and less in his favour. It now turned out that Lieutenant Kerge did indeed have an alcoholic beverage. Typically, it was bloodwine - something he had never tried and had little ambition to. It was meant to be quite strong, if what he'd heard was true. He supposed it would have to be for a Klingon to get a suitable kick out of it. He had asked whether Kerge could remember the advice he'd been given regarding the use of alcohol while he was on medication. It would be a bit harsh to lay it on thick if he's simply forgotten. He didn't think it was likely but then again it wasn't outwith the realms of possibility either. "Get your own bloodwine", said Kerge curtly, his hand, complete with flask, moving further from the Medics grasp as he spoke. "This one is mine" "I don't want to drink your bloodwine," he explained. ~ I just want to confiscate it. ~ Janel sighed internally. This could all have been avoided if he'd just had a quiet word with the barkeep before hand... ~ Darn. I should have nabbed it while he wasn't looking... but then again he'd have simply ordered another. ~ He noticed that Kerge had failed to answer his question, a possible indicator that he knew full well he shouldn't really be drinking this stuff right now. Of course it meant he was going to have to ask again and that would no doubt make him seem pushy. He didn't really like being pushy, even if it was necessary sometimes. He just wanted a quiet life. "What was the advice you were given the last time we gave your your medications?" he asked again, trying not to sound as frustrated as he felt. "It was just one drink", said Kerge, wondering now why he was suddenly on the defensive, the very last course of action that should be being taken by the Chief of Security. "Well, one and a half", added Kerge, contemplating the flask in his hand with a wry smile. Janel suppressed another long sigh. This was indeed a terribly long day. Why did the patients never listen to advice? Why was he putting himself out trying to help people when they showed such disregard? If there was any saving grace to this whole affair it was that he was later down than intended due to the needs of another patient in worse condition. His meds were well on the way out of his system by now. Then again, perhaps if he'd been on time he could have stopped these drinks from even being ordered. Whatever way he looked at it he could land blame firmly in his own court. Short of a stomach pump he couldn't alter the fact the the Klingon now had bloodwine pumping through his veins, so that was going to affect future treatments. "Well that puts us in a bit of a difficult situation I'm afraid," he said with a hint of concern coming through. "When was your last hallucination?" he asked. (Tag Kerge) Seeing that the matter was no about to be resovled in the next 30 seconds he sat himself on the stool adjacent to Kerge and pinched his bottom lip between his thumb and finger as he considered it. Perhaps he had misjudged the dose that Kerge would require. Something had been misjudged, that much seemed clear and he felt more and more that Kerge's medical care had been found wanting. "Can you remember what happened?" he asked, wondering how bad and bizarre it had been. As he listened he was once again grateful to have come out of this affected only lightly by hallucinations. Other people who were no doubt more mentally robust than him had lost their lives due to accidents and events directly related to hallucinations. He now needed to explain his concern to the superior officer. "Alright. I'd rather not have to put you in the equivalent of a padded room until such time as we can be certain these problems with hallucinations are entirely resolved but it is tempting." he said. He realised this might him seem like an overbearing lunatic, but he really didn't think that was the case. Hopefully when he explained the reasoning behind that comment the chief would understand. "I can't give you any more medication at this point. It wouldn't work and could make things worse. Your strength and skill makes you one of the most dangerous people on the ship. You probably know 1,001 ways to kill a person in one blow. I'd like to be able to say with 100% certainty that your troubles with hallucinations are over but the fact is I just don't know at this point. People have died at their own hands and through accidents, what if you accidentally killed someone sir?" he asked. He was certain that no one wanted that outcome and he trusted Lieutanant Kerge would never kill a member of his crew on purpose, at least not without an exceptional reason. (Tag Kerge) "Everyone knows how honourable you re sir, but what if the next Targ turns out to be a crew members neck?" Janel could only guess how Kerge would feel if he killed someone accidentally while affected by a hallucination. He knew how he would feel... suicidal probably because he just didn't think he could live with himself if he did that. (Tag Kerge) "At any rate you can see my problem, so what are we going to do with you sir?" he asked. While he was trying to keep his concern contained and maintain the positive outlook that hopefully all this worrying was for nought. He hoped that by this point everything would start getting back to normal but he wouldn't feel confident about that until they started putting upwards of 48 hours behind them with no new reports of hallucinations. He had a bit of a problem on his hands and was trying the patient led approach first. (Tag Kerge) (Posted by James) (USS Spectre – Deck 10, Ten Forward - TAC/SC, Lt Kerge - 03:36) By now, Kerge was beginning to understand what it was that Ensign Tarna wanted, and it seemed that it was not to drink his bloodwine, but to prevent him having any more of it, which basically amounted to the same thing really. He was STILL trying to deprive the chief of his drink! Tarna had now changed tact somewhat though and was focusing instead on the medication. "When was your last hallucination?" he asked. Kerge needed no prompting to remember that, that was for sure, but as he examined his arm to show the torn flesh courtesy of the Targ attack not thirty minutes beforehand, he realised that there were no cuts at all. Not even the previously torn material of his sleeve! Kerge shook his head, not sure in himself if he was feeling robbed of a decent victory or just plain confused. Tarna took the lead now and pulled up a barstool, his best 'bedside manner' now in evidence as he queried Kerge further. "Can you remember what happened?" he asked. "There was a pack of Targ", said Kerge, gritting his teeth at the memory of how they had pounced from nowhere and ripped at his flesh. The outcome had been favourable, of course, but that did not detract from his confusion in the slightest. "Needless to say, I defeated them all", added Kerge with pride. "Alright. I'd rather not have to put you in the equivalent of a padded room until such time as we can be certain these problems with hallucinations are entirely resolved but it is tempting." said Tarna, before then explaining that it was unwise to give him any more medication, and the why's and wherefore's of not doing so. Tarna pointed out that a Klingon would probably do more damage to other crewmen than their Human, Vulcan or indeed, Trill counterparts, and that as such he would have to remain unmedicated for now. "People have died at their own hands and through accidents, what if you accidentally killed someone sir?" he had asked, to which Kerge seemed perturbed. "There is no honour in killing fellow crewmen aboard a Starfleet vessel", said Kerge, quirking his head head slightly as though contemplating that. "Although, if we were on a Klingon vessel, that might be a little different", he added, thinking back to the time he had fought and defeated a superior aboard the SuvwL'Vaj. "Everyone knows how honourable you are sir, but what if the next Targ turns out to be a crew members neck?", enquired Tarna. "At any rate you can see my problem, so what are we going to do with you sir?" he added. "What do you suggest?", countered Kerge, sitting up straight now and wondering if he were about to be asked to remain in his quarters until further notice, a possibility that although perhaps logical, would NOT be an option at this moment in time. The Security Chiefs place when a ship was in crisis was on duty, and not holed up in the relative comfort of his own quarters. Indeed, the Captain would not agree with his removal from duty either, of that the Klingon seemed most certain... (Reply Tarna) (Posted by Alan) =====================================================================