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YE/D05 - Sickbay - Jennifer Braggins - 03-09-2026
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RE: YE/D05 - Sickbay - Pax Cassidy - 05-06-2026
<<<< Briefing Room <<<<
Cassidy’s good mood was beginning to fade. This was the kind of mission that could go bad very quickly. He’d been sent to clean up the aftermath of a hundred skirmishes that had almost certainly begun just like this. Even if they were able to prevent an all-out war, there would be sick and dying Talarian refugees languishing on the other side of the barricade. Either way, the only thing that he could do for them was to come prepared. He stomped into sickbay, his fists held tightly at his side.
His mind drifted to Ian, following a well-trodden path. The edges of his vision softened. He felt the tension in his body relax. Even this feeling was only an echo of how he’d felt when his hand closed over Ian’s in the Mess Hall. Face-to-face, their chemistry was euphoric. With some distance, it was more akin to a mild sedative. He blinked away its effects, anchoring himself in the task at hand. He couldn’t allow this childish infatuation to get in the way of his work.
Sickbay was like a second home for Cassidy. Even in total darkness, he could retrieve a hypospray or a dermal regenerator from the appropriate supply cabinet, sterilize it, and return it exactly where it belonged. Still, the inventory was much leaner than what had been available on the Reyes. Everything available was designed first and foremost to handle the daily requirements of the Yeager’s crew. A group of Talarian refugees would have specialized needs that might have caught him unprepared.
“Computer, query all available Talarian medical texts,” Cassidy said, his voice quiet yet powerful. “Are there any outbreaks among the refugee population that we should be prepared to deal with?”
== GM input: any medical situations that we should be prepared for? Any notable gaps in Yeager’s inventory? ==
RE: YE/D05 - Sickbay - Artemis d'Tor'an - 05-23-2026
[Security to Medical Department:
Please report current status at earliest convenience.
We advise preparedness for combat readiness.]
RE: YE/D05 - Sickbay - Pax Cassidy - 05-26-2026
Cassidy groaned as the chief tactician’s voice came through the comm system. He lost count of the tetrovaline vials in his sedative collection. He smacked the combadge on his chest in response.
“Cassidy here. Combat readiness is your job, Lieutenant. I’m just the cleanup crew,” he replied, plainly irritated. “Sickbay inventory is looking good so far.”
Closing the channel, he pushed a flimsy pair of reading glasses back up the bridge of his nose and resumed his count, mumbling each medication’s name to himself as he checked it off the list.
RE: YE/D05 - Sickbay - Kal-Geal Beinn - 06-22-2026
==Sometime while at warp==
Kal-Geal in his off-duty uniform, came walking into sickbay with a bleeding knife wound in his left arm, and a pair of security crewmen, one with symmetrical bloody gashes in their leg that looked suspiciously like claws, though Kal-Geal's claws were clean.
"Lieutenant Cassidy. We need some help here. I got invited to a werewolf horror story, and we forgot that the holodeck safeties were still off from the last person who used the holodeck. Petty Officer Lucks got a claw from the werewolf, and Crewman Pollux mistook me for the villain and caught me with what I think was a silver knife. I think Lucks might need a protoplaser, though I don't think he's going to turn into a werewolf any time soon."
==tag Cassidy==
RE: YE/D05 - Sickbay - Pax Cassidy - 06-24-2026
Cassidy turned to face the trio of patients. The scene was like a horror movie, crimson blood soaking through the petty officer’s costume. He smirked. Finally, something interesting.
“Sounds like a certain Klingon didn’t reset the holodeck when she was done with it,” he said plainly, eyes focused on his medical tricorder.
He moved toward the group quickly and deliberately, his eyes sweeping over each of them in the practiced pattern of a visual examination.
“Lucks, you’re with me. Beinn, go on and grab a biobed. Nurse Manx will stitch up your arm. You’ll be fine — unless you have a silver allergy that’s not noted in your chart.” He said, biting back a grin.
Cassidy swung Lucks’ arm over his shoulder and helped him hobble toward biobed 2. The lacerations were deep but clean. They would heal fine, as long as he stayed off his feet for a while.
“Attacking a fellow officer is a serious crime, Crewman Pollux. I recommend you replicate a convincing prop knife next time you decide to go hunting.”
== Tag Beinn ==