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#1 Ens Beka Sydesh

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Posted Star Date 22011.23 @ 23:42 (11:42 PM)

== First day of shore leave == 
 
So today’s the day Beka thought to herself as she studied a couple of holoimages by the surgical bed. This is where I either cripple my best friend or get her back to her best. 
 
They’d talked about it almost jokingly at first, but eventually she had managed to talk Eli McKenna into letting her operate on the Security officer’s troublesome right knee. Federation medical understanding and technology was still advancing all the time and now, looking at the scans again, Sydesh was confident she could carry out the rebuild and restore full function where the original surgeon couldn't. She’d managed to convince a couple of the nurses into staying for the hours it would take to carry out the surgery, cleared the elective procedure with the powers that be, and now it was just a case of waiting for the patient to arrive.
 
It shouldn’t be too bad. I mean, I can see pretty clearly what I need to do. Scope out the cartilage, reset the ligaments. She’ll have to take it easy for a week or so, and I’ll be paranoid enough to be checking in pretty much daily, but after that it should be good as new. I’ve carried out more complex surgeries than this. Granted, never on someone that matters quite this much to me.
 
Given her usual specialty was emergency medicine, it was unusual for Beka to have enough notice of surgery to be able to don a set of scrubs. It was definitely the first time she’d worn them aboard ship. And equally, this was almost certainly the first time any of her friends outside Medical had seen her work.
 
Gotta admit, I hope they don’t have any cause to see me professionally, at least not after this. That’s the doctor’s lot, I suppose. You have all these skills but if you ever have to use them it’s because something’s gone wrong somewhere.
 
There was no trace of nerves as she checked the surgical kits and bantered with the nurses, just a reassuring calmness about the challenge ahead. 
 
== Tag Eli! Here we go! ==
 

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#2 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22011.24 @ 00:46 (12:46 AM)

"Need a hand?" Robin was already dressed in scrubs, having pretty much already answered the question. There was no way she wasn't going to assist in the surgery. It wasn't that she doubted Beka's skills as a surgeon; far from it. But having a little bit of moral support during the operation wouldn't hurt, and besides, Eli was the purple-haired nurse's friend too. And the Augment didn't have many of those. 

 

"I know Nalar had already volunteered, but I volunteered to un-volunteer him. He wouldn't say anything, but he's been pushing himself too hard and he really needs some downtime. Hope you and Eli don't mind." 

 

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#3 Lt Eliana McKenna

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Posted Star Date 22011.24 @ 09:34 (09:34 AM)

== First day of shore leave ==
 
To say that Eliana hadn't slept very well was definitely an understatement as the Lieutenant made her towards Sickbay. Unsure why she felt as though her insides were jumbled with a mixture of nerves and knowing that her issues with her knee would soon be condemned to the past. It wasn't as if she was going into this blind after talking about several times with Beka and Liam and knew that this was right thing to do, so she could forget about not quite so successful surgery that had led to these problems in the first place. Whatever the catalyst was, it was likely down to the fact, that this was her first surgery since her accident and the slight fear of not being able to do much whilst she healed.
 
Although unlike the last time, her healing period wouldn't be as long and she had a loving, kind Boyfriend who insisted that she didn't have to worry about anything. Plus it was shore leave so it wasn't as though she had to think about work, training or being out of action for an away mission and that she would be well looked after once her surgery was over. Of course there had been a little bit of guilt about William, but when she had left her quarters, he was his usual happy self as Liam spun him about and entertained him with his toys.
 
It was moments like that, which made Eli appreciate the family that her and Liam had created since getting together and looked forward to getting back to them. However until then, she had to focus on the operation and making sure that she did everything that Beka told her. So by the time she reached the medical complex, she was feeling more like her normal self and ready for what awaited her inside. 
 
Once the doors opened, Eli was instantly able to locate both Beka and Robin, her friends already prepared for her arrival and she greeted them in her usual friendly way.
 
" Hey Beka and Robin, where do you need me?".
 
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#4 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22011.24 @ 21:48 (09:48 PM)

"Hi Eli." Robin greeted her friend with a smile before handing her a hospital gown. "There's a changing room right over there," she said as she indicated a door next to the Surgical Bay. "I just need to verify that you haven't had anything to eat or drink. I'm sure Beka already ran you through the details when you were arranging the surgery. Let me know if you have any questions."

 

Since she hadn't been privy to the conversations between her two friends, Robin wasn't sure how much arm-twisting it had taken for Eli to consent to the surgery. The prior surgery hadn't been successful, and more than a few patients refused further surgery for fear of making things even worse. The nurse had read through the medical reports. Beka was confident, though. It was funny... she always seemed to be walking on eggshells with the crew (especially superior officers), but she could be downright cocky when it came to performing surgery. Robin had read the reports about what had happened after she'd beamed away from the Talaxian colony. Beka had taken on an operation that no one there thought would succeed, and had saved her patient's life against all odds. Many other surgeons would have written the patient off. This wasn't anything like that, of course, but a botched operation could seriously hurt Eli's career in Security. 

 

C'mon, girl, have some faith. This isn't life-or-death, and nobody's shooting at the ship. It'll be fine.

 

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#5 Ens Beka Sydesh

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Posted Star Date 22011.25 @ 00:02 (12:02 AM)

"Need a hand?"
 
Beka cocked her head as she saw Robin appear in full scrubs. 
 
"I know Nalar had already volunteered, but I volunteered to un-volunteer him. He wouldn't say anything, but he's been pushing himself too hard and he really needs some downtime. Hope you and Eli don't mind," the nurse continued.
 
“It seems I don’t really have a choice,” Sydesh replied with a wry smile. “Look, I know I’m the last person who can tell anyone else off for being spontaneous. And I’m always happy to see you, you know that. I just… I don’t like last minute surprises when it comes to surgery. Next time, tell me please? And I don’t mean when we’re stood here in full gear waiting for our victim.”
 
The redhead rested a hand on Mayfair’s shoulder and squeezed gently. 
 
“Sorry, I don’t mean to be a killjoy or anything. I need to know these things,” she added with a warm smile. 
 
There wasn’t any deference to her friend’s new rank, mostly because she didn’t actually know about Robin getting promoted. Beka’s aversion to the rumour mill was well known and consequently the gossip generally didn’t reach her, for better or for worse. She was still the subject of a lot of it - her being the latest doctor to fall for the charms of Nathan Ramius seemed to be doing the rounds, with some interesting variations on the theme of why he was seen sprinting from the Halloween party.
 
Emerald green eyes watched on as Eli arrived and Robin stepped up to greet her. 
 
“Let me know if you have any questions," the nurse finished. 
 
“I mean, if you still have any, by all means fire away,” Beka added with a grin. “It’s exactly as we talked about. I’ve been studying those scans I took the other day and I could probably do this blindfolded. I mean, I won’t, but hey.”
 
Outside Sickbay, particularly in large groups and around people she didn’t know so well, Sydesh’s self-esteem was erratic at best. Within these walls though, she was a different person. She was practically radiating an assured confidence that she knew exactly what she was doing. Quite simply, it was because she did. Her prodigious skill with an exoscalpel was one of the few things in her favour.
 
“Otherwise though, if you go with my lovely assistant here, we’ll get going when you’re ready,” Beka said, with a wink at Robin.
 
== Back atcha both! ==
 

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#6 Lt Eliana McKenna

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Posted Star Date 22011.25 @ 09:28 (09:28 AM)

The moment that Robin greeted her before handing Eli a surgical gown, just brought home how this was about to happen and that she couldn't put off the inevitable by engaging in a distracting conversation with her friends. Looking towards where Robin had indicated, Eli realised that up until now, the only time she had been in Sickbay was to help with a crisis and receive treatment for minor injuries. So this was all very new territory for the security officer as Robin then spoke to her about the need to verify that she hadn't had anything to eat or drink, the details that she had discussed with Beka and to let her know if she any questions.
 
Accepting the gown from the nurse, Eli's head spun a little as she took in everything was said and could feel the slight nerves creeping up on her again. Deciding to think of something else to push those thoughts away, Eli was still considering everything when Beka attempted to put her at ease and joked about how she could do this surgery blindfolded.
 
Trying but failing to chuckle, Eli looked at Beka and grinned as she spoke to both of them. " That makes me feel so much better" she quipped. " But Beka is right, I don't have anymore questions and to confirm Robin, I haven't had anything to eat and drink since last night as I was told to do".
 
When Beka then told her to go with her assistant, there was another grin at the comment made as the Doctor then said that they would get going as soon as she was ready. " I better not keep you waiting too long then" Eli joked as she turned to go to the changing area that Robin had told her about. There was still some apprehension as she entered the room and fumbled a little with her top, before she managed to undress without any further hiccups and put on the surgical gown. After taking a deep breath and folding her top and skirt, Eli then left the changing room.
 
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#7 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22011.25 @ 22:08 (10:08 PM)

“It seems I don’t really have a choice,” Sydesh replied with a wry smile. “Look, I know I’m the last person who can tell anyone else off for being spontaneous. And I’m always happy to see you, you know that. I just… I don’t like last minute surprises when it comes to surgery. Next time, tell me please? And I don’t mean when we’re stood here in full gear waiting for our victim.”
 
The redhead rested a hand on Mayfair’s shoulder and squeezed gently. 
 
“Sorry, I don’t mean to be a killjoy or anything. I need to know these things,” she added with a warm smile. 
 
Robin nodded, slightly chastened. "Fair enough. But I figured better me than having Nalar nod off in the middle. I'll make sure to not drop any surprises on you in the future, though. Scout's honor. I did have Nalar brief me, and I've read the medical reports." 
 
Eli was ready, having come out of the changing room ready to go. The Ensign did a mental shift; these two women were her friends, but Beka was the surgeon and Eli the patient. She pushed aside all thoughts of banter, ready to follow Beka's lead and be ready to follow her orders, as well as make Eli as comfortable as possible. She did a once-over of the surgical cart, verifying that all required tools were in place and ready to go before having the Surgical Bed perform a quick Level 1 diagnostic to verify that the Sterilization Field was working and that the bed's diagnostic scanners were functioning correctly. Since coming aboard the Artemis she'd seen these systems fail more than once, and had developed a bit of a distrust in them. As a nurse it was her job to check them anyway before any procedure, but she wondered if there was too much of a reliance on fancy gadgets and scanners in Star Fleet. Her experience with the Kazon hadn't done anything to change that feeling; one had managed to smuggle a device through a transport scan that shorted out an Isolation Bay force field... and things could have turned out a lot worse. 
 
Satisfied that everything was in order, the nurse nodded at Beka. "The cart is ready, Doctor, and the bed systems are functioning normally."
 
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#8 Ens Beka Sydesh

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Posted Star Date 22011.26 @ 16:57 (04:57 PM)

"Fair enough. But I figured better me than having Nalar nod off in the middle. I'll make sure to not drop any surprises on you in the future, though. Scout's honor. I did have Nalar brief me, and I've read the medical reports."
 
Beka smiled at that and nodded, grateful for Robin’s diligence.
 
As Eli emerged from the changing cubicle, she looked nervous. The doctor was straight over with a reassuring arm around her friend’s shoulders. 
 
“OK, let’s get this done,” Sydesh said. “There’s nothing at all to worry about. Just think about the surprised look on a few faces once you get your karate and your dance moves going again! Although I’m going to have to do more sprint training for next time we end up going hiking with a wolf pack, if you’re back outrunning me...” 
 
With one last joke and mischievous grin, Beka was all business. 
 
"The cart is ready, Doctor, and the bed systems are functioning normally," Robin reported. 
 
“Fantastic, thanks. Eli, if you wouldn’t mind getting comfortable, we can start,” the redhead said. “We’ll be watching the whole time, and if there’s a problem, pretty much the entire medical staff is still on call and can be here in seconds. But they won’t be needed. I promise.”
 
She squeezed McKenna’s shoulder one last time and then moved to check the hyposprays of anaesthetic, as Robin took over to settle Eli in.
 
== OK, next post for the operation itself if that’s alright? ==
 

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Posted Star Date 22011.26 @ 18:39 (06:39 PM)

Now that she was ready, Eli was trying her best to ignore the nerves currently doing the macarena in her stomach as she made her way back over to Beka and Robin. Although the sight of Robin checking over the bed and equipment, did little to ease the slight apprehension that was still refusing to leave her completely. Of course there was the internal argument of telling herself to stop being so stupid, because this wasn't Lunar One and Beka knew what she was doing. By the time Beka saw her and came over to reassure Eli further by placing an arm around her and keeping her positive through telling her what she would be able to do. Eliana smiled as Beka continued with the jokes and humour.
 
Realising that she was just overthinking as usual, Eli was able to answer her, just like she had before she got changed. " Yes you will as I'd also like to win when we get to spar eventually" she replied, sounding a lot more like her usual self. When Robin then told Beka that everything was ready, Eli knew it wouldn't be long until the op began. Proving to be correct as Beka then told her to get comfortable and gave her a few more words of encouragement.
 
" Okay let's do this and I have every faith in you" Eli said as she then got comfortable on the bio bed. Distracting herself with thoughts of William and Liam as she waited for Beka to begin.
 
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#10 Ens Beka Sydesh

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Posted Star Date 22011.29 @ 21:46 (09:46 PM)

"Okay let's do this and I have every faith in you," Eli said, as she got comfortable on the bed. 
 
Beka bit down on the jokes that jumped to her tongue, knowing that now really wasn’t the time. All patients needed to be reassured and know they were in safe hands. She had to keep reminding herself that even Eli and Robin hadn’t known her very long, barely a month if that, so they still weren’t entirely used to her offbeat sense of humour and how she used it to keep herself steady. 
 
This isn’t about me, it’s about her. She’s trusting me here. Given my reputation most of the crew would probably tell her she’s insane to do that. I have to repay that faith and I’m damn well going to.
 
The doctor waited until the nurses had connected the monitors up and then took a step forward, picked up the hypospray of general anaesthetic and held it to her friend’s neck. 
 
“OK Eli, I want you to count backwards from 20 for me,” Sydesh said. “Nice, deep breaths.”
 
She gave McKenna until 15 before activating the hypospray. The Security officer didn’t get as far as 10 before she was out.
 
“Right. Let’s get on with this,” Beka said, cleaning her hands with the surgical scrubber. “Oh, and whilst I remember. Robin. I’ve got something for you. I’ve been trying to work out how to get hold of you during leave but here you are. Grab me once we’re done.” There was a cryptic smile on the doctor’s face.
 
There was one last thing to do before picking up the exoscalpel. She had partitioned the screen over the biobed into 3. The dominant central image was a live feed of Eli’s right knee. To the left was her healthy left knee, and to the right was a textbook version of a right knee. All 3 images spun and rotated at the same time, giving the same view as they were manipulated. During a longer operation, and this one was likely to be a couple of hours, she liked to keep herself on track by having the aim in front of her.
 
“OK. Making the first incision,” Sydesh said.
 
It would likely have surprised those working with her just how quiet the redhead was. Other than to vocalise what was going on for the record and to ask for the different instruments, she was silent. No jokes, no wisecracks, no teasing, just a total focus on the task at hand. 
 
Eli’s main problem had been how the knee had healed following prior surgery. The joint itself wasn’t bending smoothly because the cartilage had settled irregularly, which in turn put the ligaments under unfamiliar stresses, and all of it taken together was causing the pain and poor function. What Beka had to do was essentially undo the last repair, and rebuild the knee to the new standards that were possible given the advances in technology. Cartilage was notoriously difficult to work with - it had no blood supply so didn’t heal like other tissues in the body, making it next to impossible to stimulate. Luckily in the last few years, a reliable technique had been developed to allow it to be reshaped, giving medical staff the ability to manipulate cartilage like they would any other tissue.
 
The first job was to abrade the cartilage and then stimulate the growth of replacement tissue. It was precision work and required the surgeon to go in stages, smoothing out any contours and making absolutely sure that the surfaces of the joint mirrored each other as much as possible. At each stage Beka had the computer run a simulation of how the knee bones would bend and she would only move on when completely happy with the results.
 
From there, she checked each ligament in turn. The ACL, MCL and PCL had over-developed under strain whilst the LCL had atrophied slightly, all of which needed attention. Sydesh knew she had to be careful here. Cut anything back too far, or overstimulate where it wasn’t necessary, and that would mean a much longer recovery. It wasn’t as simple as using McKenna’s healthy knee as a template either, more use a combination of that and the ‘model’ joint and find a halfway house between the two.
 
It was 2 hours 49 minutes before Beka asked for the dermal regenerator to close. The operation had gone completely to plan and as she knitted the skin together, there was an expression of determined satisfaction on the doctor’s face.
 
She placed the regenerator down on the side, and let out a deep breath that she didn’t even realise she’d been holding in. 
 
“I love it when a plan comes together,” Sydesh said with a grin. “OK, let me strap this up then we can wait for her to come round. I don’t think it’ll be long.”
 
When Eli did come round, she would see the medical team standing over her, monitoring her vital signs and confirming the surgical reports that needed to be filed after every procedure. The knee would be aching from all the work that had been carried out on it, and it would feel stiff from the support that had been wrapped tightly around it. But other than a slight grogginess from the anaesthetic, she was hopefully feeling fine. 
 
== OK, tags Robin and Eli! :) ==
 

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#11 Ens Beka Sydesh

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Posted Star Date 22011.29 @ 21:46 (09:46 PM)

== Double post ==

Edited by Mid Beka Sydesh, Star Date 22011.29 @ 21:47 (09:47 PM).

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#12 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22011.30 @ 01:34 (01:34 AM)

“Right. Let’s get on with this,” Beka said, cleaning her hands with the surgical scrubber. “Oh, and whilst I remember. Robin. I’ve got something for you. I’ve been trying to work out how to get hold of you during leave but here you are. Grab me once we’re done.” There was a cryptic smile on the doctor’s face.

 

Robin gave a curious half-smile in return. "OK," she said, questioningly, but decided not to ask more. Now wasn't the time, and Beka was being mysterious. She pulled on her mask as she checked Eli's vitals. The display indicated that Eli was under completely. Brain activity was within acceptable measures, and her vitals looked solid across the board. She gave a nod to Beka to indicate that all was well. 

 

The redheaded doctor was in her element now, and Robin watched her work while handing her requested instruments. Through it all she kept track of Eli's status, making sure nothing was going wrong while the surgery continued. Robin had studied the operation's steps and knew how the progress was going, but this sort of operation was as much art as science. The surgeon had to have more than technical knowledge... she had to know how to adjust on the fly, a gut instinct to go with the knowledge and experience. One of her Academy doctors, Valshrak, had likened it to sculpting. The young nurse was focused as well. She liked to call it "In the zone," and it had served her well even in crisis situations. She was very good at anticipating the Doctor's needs and being ready for them. 

 

Nearly three hours later and Beka was satisfied, asking for the dermal regenerator. Robin handed it to her, repeating the item name as she'd been trained, and watched as she closed Eli up. 

 

“I love it when a plan comes together,” Sydesh said with a grin. “OK, let me strap this up then we can wait for her to come round. I don’t think it’ll be long.”

 

Robin nodded and responded only with "Yes, Doctor," but she was smiling under her mask. Watching Beka work without the pressure of an emergency had been enjoyable. She truly had the makings of a great doctor, and whatever worries she had about her other job performance would sort themselves out in time. 

 

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#13 Lt Eliana McKenna

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Posted Star Date 22011.30 @ 13:28 (01:28 PM)

Now that she was as comfortable as she could possibly get, Eliana was very much aware of the monitors being connected before Beka produced the hypo no doubt containing the anaesthetic and nodded when she asked her to start counting backwards from twenty. That was the last thing Eliana remembered until she found herself opening her eyes, feeling slightly confused as to where she was. It took a few minutes for her brain to catch up and upon seeing the medical team at the bottom of the bed, realised that the operation must be over. 
 
Her mouth felt dry and her head was still a little fuzzy, likely the side effects of whatever was used to knock her out. Then there was an ache she couldn't quite identify at first, before her head started to clear some more and she looked towards her knee and the support that now surrounded it. Now that explained the aches and stiffness that she was experiencing and for the first time since her original injury and subsequent botched surgery, was confident that this had gone a lot better. 
 
There was only one way for her to find out as she ignored the dryness and managed to speak, her voice sounding croaky in the process. " How did it go?".
 
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#14 Ens Beka Sydesh

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Posted Star Date 22011.30 @ 14:50 (02:50 PM)

"Yes, Doctor."
 
Beka threw an arm around Robin’s shoulders. 
 
“Thanks for being there,” the redhead said. “I overreacted earlier, sorry. Just some nerves I guess. Never had those before but then again I’ve never operated on a close friend before either. Glad to have had you in my corner though.”
 
On the biobed, Eli started to stir. She opened her eyes and looked around.
 
"How did it go?" Her voice was little more than a croak but that wasn’t really a surprise.
 
Sydesh stepped up and squeezed McKenna’s hand. 
 
“Exactly to plan,” the doctor said soothingly. “You’ve got a rebuilt right knee. We scoped and rebuilt the cartilage layers on the bones, so that you can bend your leg without any more pain. We also rebalanced your ligaments to go with that. Now, you’re going to feel a little stiff at first. That’s completely normal. The tissue will need time to recover from what just happened. Try to avoid putting too much weight on that knee for 48 hours at least. At that point we’ll run a few scans just to make sure everything’s gone to plan and at that point the support can come off, but you should rest up for the rest of the week. One of me or Robin will come and check on you every day until I can sign you off.”
 
Beka squeezed Eli’s hand again. 
 
“From here, you should be completely pain-free in 4 days, and back to how you were before the injury in 7 or 8 days. I’ll give you a couple of hyposprays of painkiller. No more than a dose every 3 hours and only if you need to. But don’t suffer in silence. If there’s a problem, call us immediately.”
 
She was quiet for a few moments to let that sink in.
 
“Any questions for us? Give the anaesthetic a while to clear and you’re free to go when you’re ready.”
 
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Posted Star Date 22012.02 @ 11:55 (11:55 AM)

The gentle squeeze to the hand that Eliana received from Beka, when her friend had realised that she was awake, was very much appreciated, before the Doctor then answered her question. Listening to Beka, gave Eli something to focus on rather than dwell on the continued stiffness and soreness in her newly repaired knee. Which in the grand scheme of things wasn't anything bad compared to the feeling of no longer worrying about it hindering her performance and making her vulnerable in an emergency situation. As much as she always found a way to cope and to push herself to keep going, it was such a relief to know that a dodgy knee would no longer cause any more pain.
 
She had often tried to hide it, rather than admit that it was hurting and that she was in agony, especially since finding her independence and strength since the end of her marriage. However Liam had seen right through her pretence and with her confession to Beka, she accepted that she did need help and now she would be forever grateful to Beka for doing this for her. Because it didn't only affect Eli and she was also free from the guilt she felt over letting anyone down. 
 
The instructions she then received about what she needed to do and the follow ups that needed to be done, would be adhered to because she wasn't about to undo all of the hard work or hinder her recovery. Besides she had a rather capable nurse waiting for her at home to make sure that she didn't over do it. It also occurred to Eli just how much damage she had suffered and how she could of been suffering for years to the point of being put on clerical duties or reassignment if she hadn't of gotten this sorted.
 
" I didn't realise how badly it was damaged but I'm really grateful that you could rebuild it and give me my life back without the constant worry about my knee, but yes Liam will make sure that I follow orders for the next 48 hrs and I won't forget about the follow ups" Eli replied, her voice a little more normal as Beka then squeezed her hand again.
 
This made Eli smile as Beka then continued and told her what to expect in terms of pain, recovery time and the recommended usage of painkillers. Understanding that she should only use the hypo when needed and she would definitely call rather than suffer. " I understand and I'll definitely call should I need too". 
 
When she was then asked if she had any questions and told when she could leave, Eli nodded as she answered Beka. " I don't think that I have any questions, other than would I be able to get a drink? and thank you".
 
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Posted Star Date 22012.03 @ 03:58 (03:58 AM)

Beka threw an arm around Robin’s shoulders. 
 
“Thanks for being there,” the redhead said. “I overreacted earlier, sorry. Just some nerves I guess. Never had those before but then again I’ve never operated on a close friend before either. Glad to have had you in my corner though.”
 
"Always," Robin responded simply. "And it's not a problem. Really. I'm not thin-skinned."
 
At least when it comes to friends. 
 
Eli was awake, and though she was still groggy she was passing off the anesthetic well. Beka filled her in on how the procedure had gone, as well as what she'd have to look for regarding pain. 
 
"I don't think that I have any questions, other than would I be able to get a drink? and thank you". The nurse was ready with a cup of water. 
 
"Sip it, slowly. Just a few small drinks, then give yourself a bit of time before you have more. Just a couple of minutes." Modern anesthetics lacked most of the side effects of previous years and wore off more quickly, but patients could still vomit if they drank too much too quickly after surgery. 
 
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Posted Star Date 22012.04 @ 18:01 (06:01 PM)

Beka stood off and watched as Robin came forward with the glass of water for Eli.

 

"Sip it, slowly. Just a few small drinks, then give yourself a bit of time before you have more. Just a couple of minutes." The nurse's advice was spot on and there was nothing for the doctor to add beyond an encouraging smile.

 

"Take your time," the redhead said. "Don't try and get up until you're ready. We'll give you a hand getting dressed and help you back to your quarters, and then I can make sure Dr McC... Liam, sorry, Liam knows exactly what's expected of him during your recovery." There was a mischievous grin on Sydesh's lips. The Irish surgeon understood her sense of humour and didn't seem to mind verbally sparring with her.

 

"Oh, and at some point, Robin and I need to find a replicator," Beka added. "I had a bit of spare time to actually finish a second piece." She wore a knowing smile, one that Eli would probably recognise. 

 

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Posted Star Date 22012.05 @ 11:26 (11:26 AM)

The answer to Eli's question about the possibility of a drink was quickly answered by Robin as the Nurse handed her a glass of water and told her to sip it slowly. Acknowledging her instructions and why she needed to take small drinks and give herself time between with a box. Eli then took a few sips, appreciating the cool liquid as it soothed her dry throat and mouth. Feeling better already and not having to worry about sounding so croaky. The Lieutenant then turned her attention to Beka as she gave her further instructions.

Considering what she gone through and the information that Eli had received so far. She had no intention of overdoing it or trying to move before she was ready. Although she did grin at the mention of Liam, especially seeing the mischievousness coming from Beka. That reminded Eli of the last time she was with both of them and how they had teased one another.

It was something that was good to see as it meant a lot to Eli for them to get on. "I will, besides I'm not going to ignore either of your instructions, so I'll be a good patient" she replied a little playfully.

"As for Liam, I'm sure he'll like that but I know that he'll take good care of me".

When Beka then brought up the replicator and how she had finished a second piece. Eli grinned in a conspiratorial way as she realised what she meant. "Oh excellent, I can't wait to see it".

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Posted Star Date 22012.06 @ 01:05 (01:05 AM)

Robin gave a puzzled, suspicious look to Beka and Eli. "OK, what's going on?" she asked with a light chuckle. She kept her eye on Eli as she sipped the water, but thankfully there was no sign of nausea. The biobed monitors were showing that Eli had come out of anesthesia quickly. Robin was impressed; she was tough. "You're being mysterious, Beka." She laughed, happy that the tension had gone out of the room after the surgery.

 

As the purple-haired nurse spoke she did a quick cart inventory visually, making sure that all surgical tools had been returned to their places and were ready for cleanup. They would have to be cleaned, sterilized and returned to their proper places in storage, ready for the next patient. Satisfied, the Ensign tapped a series of instructions into the biobed control panel, adding the data it had collected to Eli's medical file and then called for an orderly. When Crewman Clarke entered, she pushed the cart over to her and politely asked her to take it to Sterile Supply. 

 

 "I will, besides I'm not going to ignore either of your instructions, so I'll be a good patient" she replied a little playfully. "As for Liam, I'm sure he'll like that but I know that he'll take good care of me." 

 

"Well that's good," Robin said. "Beka can become... annoyed when patients don't follow her advice." Not that the nurse was worried; she knew Liam would keep Eli on the road to recovery, and Eli was a good patient. "Let me know if you want some more water, Eli. I'm sure you're going to be hungry soon, if you aren't already starving. Wait another hour before you have anything, OK, and try not to eat too much or too fast." Honestly there was little to fear with modern anesthesia, but the warnings were standard-issue, the sort of 'just-in-case' boilerplate nurses had been giving for centuries. 

 

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Posted Star Date 22012.06 @ 17:15 (05:15 PM)

It was a real test of willpower for Beka not to burst out laughing as Robin reacted to being teased gently by her two friends. 
 
"OK, what's going on?" the nurse asked with a light chuckle. "You're being mysterious, Beka."
 
The doctor just smiled at that, saying nothing as they got Eli ready to leave.
 
"I will, besides I'm not going to ignore either of your instructions, so I'll be a good patient," the Security officer replied a little playfully. "As for Liam, I'm sure he'll like that but I know that he'll take good care of me."
 
“Well that's good," Robin said. "Beka can become... annoyed when patients don't follow her advice."
 
“Trust me. You haven’t seen me annoyed yet. But if I have to go in on that knee again because you got too frisky too early, that may change, Eli,” Sydesh teased with a good-natured grin on her lips.
 
"Let me know if you want some more water, Eli,” Mayfair added. “I'm sure you're going to be hungry soon, if you aren't already starving. Wait another hour before you have anything, OK, and try not to eat too much or too fast.”
 
Beka nodded. 
 
“So that’s the formalities out of the way. I think we put Robin out of her misery now, right?” the redhead said with a grin.
 
She turned to the nurse. 
 
“So I’ve been feeling a bit guilty lately that I’ve been a pretty awful friend,” Sydesh said. “You’ve been there for me time and time again, and for the most part I’ve been trying to dig myself out of the holes I put in my own career path. Well, I design most of my clothes myself, and lately I branched out into making things for my friends. And I had to try and make something for you.”
 
The doctor headed to the nearest replicator and tapped out a series of commands. When she came back, she had a dress in her hands and something else over her shoulder. She held up the dress and then passed it to Robin.
 
It was a Japanese-style pinafore in a deep, almost navy, blue. Across the body, picked out in lilac with a white outline to make the colours pop, were a series of kanji characters. There were also a couple of pockets at the hips, and a pouch concealed in the seam at the top of the skirt, to keep it practical.
 
“I hope I’ve got your size right. I’m normally pretty good with them,” Beka said. “And I’m sorry but I just couldn’t help myself. The words translate loosely as ‘I Sing At Kazon’. That was such a legendary thing I couldn’t leave it unmarked.” She was smiling warmly by this point. “Oh, and I made this too to go underneath.” 
 
The garment over her shoulder was revealed to be a long-sleeved top that was mostly light grey. There were thin horizontal bands of colour every couple of inches, navy blue at the edges that brightened to a vivid teal in the middle. Every so often the lines would spike into the sharp peaks and troughs of an ECG heart monitor reading, and they were staggered to give a diagonal wave-like effect running up and down the sleeves and body.
 
“There’s a matching set of leggings as well. It’s all added to your replicator options,” Sydesh added, holding out the top for Mayfair to take. “I hope you like them!”
 
Whilst on the outside the redhead seemed calm, inside her stomach was doing backflips. She still had that nagging self-doubt whenever it came to doing things for people, that she’d somehow done the wrong thing at the wrong time. Beka thought the world of Robin and this was her way of showing a little appreciation for her friend.
 

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Posted Star Date 22012.06 @ 20:29 (08:29 PM)

Robin's eyes widened at the dress. She couldn't help as tears welled up, and she wiped them on the sleeve of the scrubs she was still wearing. "Beka, I..." she paused, trying to find words. "I don't know what to say. Thank you! I love it!" She took the pinafore, held it up herself, and gave it a quick look over. She smiled. "It's not an exaggeration to say I don't own anything this stylish." 

 

Or anything stylish at all. 

 

And it was true... whenever Beka or Elia had seen Robin off-duty she was always dressed conservatively (in a skirt and medium-length blouse on the rare occasions she socialized) or in practical and simple outfits when she was just out and about. While her clothes weren't drab they didn't show much style, and were evidently just replicated out of a sense that she had to have something presentable to wear. She took the top and held it up, folding the pinafore over her arm in order to do so. It was a perfect match (at least in her limited understanding of such things). 

 

She laughed at the Kanji. "Truth was, after all we'd seen on the colony I wasn't feeling very social towards those murdering, thieving... monsters." She cut herself off before she cursed. Robin never cussed. Even in her head. "The Bridge told us to keep them occupied and pretend like we were taking care of them, but I wasn't above annoying them as much as I could." She paused. "Gotta admit, watching Claymore and Braggins take them apart so easily was satisfying." 

 

She held up the dress again. "I can't wait to put it to good use. How about we all get together tomorrow night for dinner? That is, if you're up for it, Eli. Either in the lounge or on the planet." She sniffed. "And Beka, you haven't been an awful friend at all. I know what you've been through, and it leaves marks that aren't just washed away by a few years in the Academy."

 

I know that for sure, and I don't have Beka's background. 

 

"You and Eli are some of the few humans I've known that didn't treat me as some sort of genetic deviant. I'll always be there for you, and if I can help you smooth out your rough edges never hesitate to ask."

 

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Posted Star Date 22012.07 @ 10:00 (10:00 AM)

Robin's reaction to her and Beka's totally not suspicious secret code and teasing. Had Eliana attempting to maintain some kind of innocence but ultimately failed at that as she grinned, thankful for the orderly's brief interruption. Although quickly regained some composure between seriousness and amusement as Robin then mentioned how not to annoy Beka as the Doctor herself joined in and teased Eli about it.

"As if I would do that and undo all of your handiwork" Eli replied with a look of mock seriousness whilst trying not to grin, before Robin asked her to let her know when she wanted more water and gave instructions about when she could eat and what not to do.

Her stomach grumbled in protest but Eli ignored it as she answered her friend. "I will and got it, I'm just looking forward to eating something".

Then it was time for the big reveal as Beka began her explanation and spoke about why she was doing This. Listening with the same feelings as she herself experienced when Beka had given her the blouse and knew that she was witnessing another special moment between friends.

The level of thoughtfulness and creativity was wonderful to see as Beka produced a beautiful looking pinafore dress. Understanding the reasons and inspiration behind it, even if it did leave Eli wondering what the symbols on her blouse meant. That was something to ask another day as Robin responded to the gift and the other items that came with it.

Eli loved her friends and knew what this meant to Beka so much so that she couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Of course she could always blame it on the anaesthetic but doubted that they would believe her. Blinking to hide the tears, Eli smiled as Robin suggested dinner and she wasn't going to let her new knee get in the way of dinner with them both.

"Yes, I'll be up for dinner, nothing will stop me and I'll be careful" she assured her, before Robin continued which nearly had her crying with what she said. "The same goes for me, for both of you, I'm lucky to be able to call you my friends".

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Posted Star Date 22012.09 @ 12:22 (12:22 PM)

"You and Eli are some of the few humans I've known that didn't treat me as some sort of genetic deviant. I'll always be there for you, and if I can help you smooth out your rough edges never hesitate to ask."
 
"The same goes for me, for both of you, I'm lucky to be able to call you my friends".
 
For once Beka was lost for words, and instead of speaking she swept Robin up in a huge hug, her arms wrapped around the slender nurse as she rested her head on her friend’s shoulder. Keeping her distance and being guarded around those she didn’t know had been hammered into her as survival traits, but that wasn’t who she was. She needed the warmth of contact with other people. And it meant everything to her to be accepted by both Robin and Eli.
 
“There’s nothing at all wrong with you,” Sydesh said to Mayfair, her voice on the point of breaking. “Nothing. You’re such a unique, awesome person and if others can’t see that, then that’s their loss,” she added before she let go, blinking back the tears. “If anyone says otherwise, you send them to me and I’ll set them straight. With all my usual tact and subtlety!”
 
“And I can’t hug you, you just had major surgery, but when you’re up and about I’ll see what I can do,” she said to Eli with an impish grin. “But yeah, dinner sounds great. I’ll eat anything, I think you both know that by now…”
 
The doctor drew in a deep breath, rubbing her eyes as she exhaled to try and get some degree of composure back, a huge smile on her face.
 
“I mean, I won’t lie, making people cry is kinda the nightmare scenario when gift-giving, but I think at the moment I’m OK with it,” Beka joked, trying to diffuse some of the raw emotion in the room.
 
== Hug given with kind permission.  :wub:  ==

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Posted Star Date 22012.09 @ 23:54 (11:54 PM)

"Yes, I'll be up for dinner, nothing will stop me and I'll be careful" Eli assured her, before Robin, "The same goes for me, for both of you, I'm lucky to be able to call you my friends". 

 

Robin smiled at her, and stifled a sniffle as Beka hugged her. 

 

“There’s nothing at all wrong with you,” Sydesh said to Mayfair, her voice on the point of breaking. “Nothing. You’re such a unique, awesome person and if others can’t see that, then that’s their loss,” she added before she let go, blinking back the tears. “If anyone says otherwise, you send them to me and I’ll set them straight. With all my usual tact and subtlety!”

 

"Beka, I... thanks. Thanks so much. I will." She paused, sniffed again, and wiped away tears. "Y'know, I tell myself that. A lot. And maybe on an intellectual level I know it, but emotionally? Not so much. I means the world to hear it. And hey, maybe I'm being too emotional over a gift, but I've never actually owned anything like this, and I've never had best friends before." 

 

She turned to Eli. "Like Beka said, I'd hug you, but that's not in the treatment manual, so I'll save it 'til tomorrow. How does dinner at 7 in the crew lounge sound? At least I've got something to wear." 

 

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Posted Star Date 22012.10 @ 08:39 (08:39 AM)

There was no denying the amount of emotion that was currently in the room and yet Eli fully embraced it. Okay there wasn't a lot she could do at the moment but that didn't matter as she witnessed the hug between Beka and Robin.

The words that were exchanged had Eli blinking back tears again, before some of the humour from earlier returned when Beka told her why she couldn't hug her.That was understandable and yet wouldn't let Beka or Robin off that easily as the Nurse said a similar thing.

"That's okay, I won't forget that you both owe me hugs and I completely agree with what has been said" Eli replied feeling more like herself. She knew that she didn't have to say much about what else had been said,but wanted them to know she felt the same way.

As dinner plans were discussed further, Eli hadn't forgot about Beka's appetite and grinned knowingly as it was mentioned. " We have a date and I'll get Liam to help me with my outfit".

When Beka then made a joke to diffuse some of the emotion, Eli smiled appreciating the attempt. " Yeah I think we're good now, although I can blame it on the anaesthetic" Eli said jovially, unable to resist joining in.

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Posted Star Date 22012.12 @ 00:43 (12:43 AM)

"Y'know, I tell myself that. A lot. And maybe on an intellectual level I know it, but emotionally? Not so much. I means the world to hear it. And hey, maybe I'm being too emotional over a gift, but I've never actually owned anything like this, and I've never had best friends before." 

 

“Yeah, well. You’ve got 2 now. And neither of us are gonna let you forget it,” Beka rubbed Robin’s arm affectionately as she spoke. “It’s a new thing for me too. I’ve had friends, sure. But it’s always been... I don’t know. Friendships of convenience? And now here we all are. 3-girl womance in full swing.” She’d managed to stop herself crying and now just couldn’t stop smiling.

 

"That's okay, I won't forget that you both owe me hugs and I completely agree with what has been said,” Eli said.

 

”I don’t have a voucher or anything on me but I’m sure you can cash that in any time,” Sydesh quipped with a grin.

 

The plans seemed to be set for dinner at 7 in the crew lounge the next day.

 

I guess that means I better sort myself out something new to wear! No pressure or anything...

 

Still can’t quite get my head around this. I’ve spent years on ships with people and nothing. Little more than 6 weeks on Artemis, there are people I hope to see every day, and I’ll put in hours to make something that will make them happy without even thinking about it. Honestly, it just adds more reasons to sort my head out. I can’t let this go. I don’t want to leave right when I’m finally starting to lay some roots down somewhere. 

 

"Yeah I think we're good now, although I can blame it on the anaesthetic" Eli said jovially.

 

“When did we start using laughing gas again?” Beka replied. “I mean, that’s the only way I ever get people to laugh at my jokes, but Dr Tyrol banned it. Something about captive audiences don’t deserve that kind of abuse.” There was a good-natured smile on her lips.

 

“In all seriousness for a second,” the doctor added. “How’s that anaesthetic clearing, Eli? You feeling up to moving about?”


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Posted Star Date 22012.15 @ 12:52 (12:52 PM)

As Beka responded to Robin about her comments about never best friends before, Eli smiled as Beka was right, they wouldn't let Robin forget that she now had them or their womance. For Eli it definitely felt as though she had also finally found that stable female friendship that she always wanted and had essentially created her own extended family unit from the Getty and now the Artemis.

That thought was better than anything she could of imagined and when Beka quipped about the hugs, Eli's smile became a grin as her friend wasn't wrong.

" Oh I definitely will" she replied, before Beka reacted to her anaesthetic joke. Unable to hold back this time, Eli laughed properly and shook her head.

" I'm not sure but that felt good" she admitted, as the Doctor returned to a more serious topic when she asked Eli if she felt up to moving. Deciding that now was as good a time as any to try, Eli quickly replied to her friend.

" Yeah I'm ready to try it".

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“OK. Osteogenic stimulator please.” Beka’s voice was calm as she laid down the exoscalpel and took the device she was handed. “I think this should be the last pass. We’re pretty much there,” she added.

 

The patient on the operating table was one of the engineers. A couple of years ago he had fallen several decks and shattered the ankle he’d landed on. The medics at the time had done their best under intense pressure but it hadn’t healed right at all, causing pain if he stood for too long and limiting any kind of impact exercise.

 

With the help of a nursing team Sydesh had pulled together, the operation had taken a little under 4 hours in total, but the whole joint had been completely rebuilt along with the metatarsal bones and ligaments. It was the tiny metatarsals she was checking one last time before handing off the stimulator.

 

She stretched her neck and tilted her head from side to side, accompanied by a couple of pops as her back straightened out. Up on the screens over the bed, she tapped to zoom in on her handiwork and run a series of more detailed scans. Eventually she nodded.

 

“OK. We’re done. Let’s close up,” Beka said. “Thanks everyone. Great job all round!”

 

Half an hour later she was sat at a table in the doctor’s lounge, changed out of her scrubs into sweatpants, a tank top and sneakers, working her way through a huge hot bacon and blue cheese sandwich.

 

“Ah, there you are. I should have figured you’d be here.” The speaker leaning against the door frame was Nurse Golat, one of the more senior enlisted nurses and also the first to take the redheaded doctor under her wing. She was a dark-haired human woman only just the other side of 40, and there was very little she hadn’t seen. “Running on empty already?”

 

Beka covered her mouth with her hand as she swallowed.

 

“Hey Anna,” she called. “Surgery always leaves me hungry, what can I say?” There was a warm smile on her lips as she took another massive bite out of the sandwich.

 

“I think you earned it. I saw those scans before you started and I never thought you’d actually be able to fix him,” Golat replied, taking a seat at the doctor’s table. “You are good, I’ll give you that.”

 

“You better. Otherwise I have precious little to hang my career on,” Beka said with a grin.

 

“That case of Ensign Envy still in progress?” The nurse tilted her head as she asked the question, which drew a heavy sigh from the doctor.

 

“Yeah,” Sydesh said wistfully. “To be fair, I’m giving it my absolute all to try and solve it. I’ve been on Security exercises to learn more about teamwork and discipline. Then there was that comms course the other day.”

 

“Oh, I’ve heard about you and that Security one. Can I just say, I wasn’t at all surprised that you managed to annoy someone enough for them to get you shot.” Golat burst out laughing, and Sydesh made a face at her.

 

“Hilarious,” she deadpanned, before cracking a smile.

 

“So tell me about the communications course,” Anna said. “I’ll even get you one of your Bajoran colas so you can tell me everything,” she added, heading for the replicator.

 

There was a pause as Beka polished off what was left of the sandwich. She leaned back and kicked out one of the empty chairs so she could rest her feet on it.

 

“I mean, I’ll let you,” she replied with a grin. “But there’s not much to tell. One of the Tactical officers led it. Had a bit of a revelation when it turned out to be a lot like medical notes.” Golat had come back and laid a glass in front of Sydesh, who nodded in thanks and took a sip.

 

“You’re going to have to explain that one to me,” the nurse said as she sat down again.

 

“Well, think of when you’re handing over a patient,” the redhead replied. “When you’re telling the new caregiver what they need to do, what do you tell them? You tell them the diagnosis, the treatment you’ve done, and the treatment you advise they do. That’s really not dissimilar to telling the captain what she needs to know about an ongoing situation. What’s going on, what are you doing about it.”

 

Beka took a long slug of the spicy Bajoran cola before continuing.

 

“The main difference here, and the thing I got horribly wrong on that asteroid, is that our captain and commander both assume that if you’re asking them for orders, you don’t have the situation under control and need them to help. And if that’s the case, then not only are you going to have to explain why you weren’t in control, but so is everyone else nearby. Apparently that’s why Captain Crawford was so pissed at me. If I was asking her for orders, that meant Coleman, McKenna and Elias had basically all passed it up the chain. Which isn’t what happened. They were handling their part just fine. I ****** up mine.”

 

The doctor sighed.

 

“It’s another lesson hammered home though,” she said. “Along with the others lately. How to handle people, showing respect up the chain of command, working properly as part of a team. I’ve got another day of leadership training and then I got invited back for another Security exercise. I need the powers that be to see that I know where I went wrong, and I’m trying to fix it.”

 

There was a moment’s silence as both women took in everything Sydesh had just said.

 

“You do know you can’t force this, right?” Golat said. “It’s commendable that you’re working so hard on your perceived shortcomings. I’m not going to tick you off for that. But I think a lot of your problem is that drive. There are situations that aren’t going to be fixed by launching yourself headlong into something else.”

 

“I know. Someone else told me that not so long ago,” Beka replied. “If I keep letting that fire drive me, it’ll consume me.”

 

“Whoever that was, they’re a wise person,” Anna said.

 

“I’ll be sure to tell her next time I see her,” the doctor answered with a smile. “But I just feel under so much pressure at the moment. I don’t think there are any others from my intake still stuck at Midshipman. I feel like enough of a target as it is. Going into another mission as a middie… I’ll never live that down. I have to show enough to avoid that.”

 

It was Golat’s turn to sigh.

 

“Look, I shouldn’t be telling you this, but you’ve not got an issue there,” the older woman said. “I can’t reveal my sources. I don’t tap them up very often. But you won’t be ‘held back’. How you handle yourself this leave is being watched but the decision is already taken. Just show some patience. You’ll be fine.”

 

“I wish I could take your word for that,” Beka said, shaking her head. “But my brain won’t let me calm down until I have that pip in my hand. Jenny said the same thing, I’m going to get it. I just… I need to see it. Call it my ****storm upbringing but I still struggle with taking people at their word.”

 

“Jenny?” Anna tilted her head. “Wait a moment. You mean Jenny Braggins don’t you?”

 

Sydesh winced.

 

“Yes, I do,” she admitted. “Keep that between us though, OK? She’s been helping me. We’ve had a few mentoring sessions.”

 

There was a moment’s pause and then Golat chuckled to herself.

 

“You are just full of surprises,” the nurse said. “I thought I’d heard all the rumours but nothing about the Redheaded Chaos Machine and the First Officer. Yes, Robin has told us about your new nickname and that hiking dress.”

 

“I mean, I could argue with her, but who’s going to believe me?” Beka said with an impish grin. “It’s so apt.”

 

Anna swirled her coffee cup for a moment.

 

“There is something I want to tell you,” the nurse said. Her dark eyes fixed on Beka’s. “And I want you to listen to me. No self-deprecation.” She laid down the mug she was holding. “You need to re-evaluate how you think you’re thought of around here.”

 

“Anna, I know what they think…” the redhead started.

 

“No, you don’t.” Golat cut her off. “Maybe when you started here, there was some self-inflicted fuelling of your fire. But think about a few things lately. You went over to that asteroid and led. Lahan made a mistake that got you stabbed, but you didn’t hang him out to dry. You didn’t even mention it in your reports. You looked out for him. I can tell you, that man has performed an absolute screeching 180 and is telling anyone who’ll listen what a good job you did.”

 

“I… I wasn’t expecting that,” Sydesh admitted.

 

“No, I didn’t think you were,” the nurse said. “And then you’ve started work on elective procedures. I know you see it as part of your duty. But so many surgeons don’t. They see operations that could go wrong and end up coming back on them. You care. That’s been noticed and around here, that goes a long way. It’s not all roses. You still annoy a lot of people, you’ve got a talent for it. But whether they’ll admit it or not, plenty are rooting for you.”

 

Anna laughed softly to herself.

 

“Me especially,” she continued. “I love that you don’t get involved in any of the gossip networks. And I think it’s amazing what Nurse Mayfair and you do for each other in terms of watching each other’s backs. You’re both so promising if only you could see it. Why do you think you’ve found it so easy to get people to come in during shore leave to help you with your electives? And why do you think the First Officer, with all that’s on her plate, is finding time to sit with you?”

 

As the older woman lapsed into silence, Beka had nothing she could say to fill the void. The revelations had come as a complete surprise to her. She didn’t doubt Golat’s word - the veteran nurse was one of those who knew pretty much everyone. But what she’d said was an absolute bolt from the blue.

 

After a while the redhead managed to find her tongue.

 

“I was convinced they hated me. Like full on, what the **** is she doing here, get her the **** out of here, couldn’t stand me,” she said eventually. “I’ve felt like I’m under siege. And… I’m not. From what you’ve said, people are actually starting to accept me.”

 

Beka’s hand spun in the air as she tried to express what she was thinking.

 

“I honestly don’t know what to say to that,” she managed. “Like, I have literally no clue.”

 

“Good. If you had a comeback ready then that would mean you were about to argue with me, and that would have been a really dumb thing to do.” Anna smiled warmly. “I wanted you to listen, and it sounds like you have. Don’t waste the opportunity you’ve got here. You can relax. You can be you.”

 

The nurse slid the chair back, and placed an almost maternal hand on Beka’s shoulder, squeezing gently.

 

“I’ll see you again soon. Who knows, maybe I’ll get to be one of the first to congratulate Ensign Sydesh.”

 

With that she headed back out into the ward, leaving the young doctor with an awful lot to think about.

 


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Posted Star Date 22101.19 @ 02:49 (02:49 AM)

>>Engineering>>

 

==A day or so before mission start (whenever that is)==

 

Benjamin walked into sickbay, a little nervous once he started actually considering things. He’d kept putting off calls from sickbay to come down for his physical for the past month, but he’d just been too busy to do anything about it. Hopefully he could slip in and out before anyone realized he was here, or connected the dots that they wanted to poke and prod him.

 

Once through the doors, he went in to the main patient area without stopping at the main reception desk. He figured it would be easy enough to spot the Brikar woman, after all - how hard could it be to find a giant rock woman?

 

Fairly difficult, apparently. He wandered through for a couple of minutes without seeing her before finally giving up and coming to the nurse’s station. “Excuse me,” he said quietly, “but is Crewman Kirnat here? She reported sick this morning, just wanted to check on her.”

 

The nurse looked up from his paperwork with a pained expression; he’d obviously interrupted whatever the man was working on. “The Brikar woman, right?” he asked, and Benjamin just nodded. “She was in, but I think she’s in with Doctor McConnelly right now in the back.”

 

Benjamin nodded. “Any idea what’s wrong? I heard her shoulder, but wasn’t sure what--”

 

The nurse cut him off. “I’m sorry, sir,” he said. “I know you’re her superior, but at this point, I can’t discuss anything with you.”

 

Benjamin just nodded. “I know, I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have asked.” He put a hand on the counter and pushed away. “Thanks for letting me know she’s here, though,” he said. “Would hate to have a crewman playing hookie on me.” He smiled at the man, and was rewarded by one in return as he dived back into his charts and paperwork.

 

Benjamin sighed and looked back across sickbay. He was hit by a bit of nausea as he looked around, and remembered that the last time he’d been in here was actually right after the battle. He’d been treated for radiation exposure - the suit had protected him, mostly, but he was near the core long enough for treatment to still be necessary.

 

It wasn’t exactly a time he wanted to remember, and he wondered if that had been part of why he had avoided his physical. However, his worry for his crew kept him here - he found a bit of wall to lean against, out of the way, and waited for a few minutes to see if Kirnat was released soon.


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Posted Star Date 22101.22 @ 14:41 (02:41 PM)

While there wasn't a lot that worried Jennifer Braggins the war hero, there were many things that worried Jennifer Braggins the mother. First among them was that something would be wrong with her daughter, followed by the discovery of traces of her genetic heritage. Finally, she just worried that the life she would live on the Artemis wasn't as healthy as it might be were they assigned to a ground base somewhere in the Federation Core - the Artemis had first-rate childcare facilities for the few children aboard, had state-of-the-art medical facilities, and by-and-large wasn't an unsafe place to be unless they were in the middle of a battle. Still, there were times that Jenny wondered whether she and Bryan had made a mistake in both accepting deep-space assignments.

 

A chill ran through her as she looked at the bulkhead that had been repaired following the battle against the Megasphere; it had been a secondary explosion that had exposed Sickbay to vacuum, but they were deep in the bowels of the ship, theoretically in the most protected place they could be, and a cutting beam had sliced through most of it like the ablative armour wasn't even there. Had there not been internal armour plating protecting Sickbay and the surrounding areas, the beam would probably have passed clear through the ship and out the other side.

 

The infant in her arms wriggled slightly, picking up on her mother's discomfort, and Jenny gave her a subtle bounce and nuzzled the swaddled child. Carly's eyes remained a deep blue that favoured neither parent, but her soft fuzz of steadily-growing black hair was all Bryan. She had inherited several of her mother's features, including the ever-so-slight epicanthal folds that marked their asian heritage on Jenny's biological mother's side, and her appetite - though she was of average weight for a child her size, Carly simply did not stop eating. Alex LaHaye had warned that Carly's metabolism would be off-kilter until she hit puberty, and Jenny was glad she'd heeded the advice and regularly supplemented Carly's feeds with bottles. 

 

Entering Sickbay proper, Jenny checked in at the desk, and learned to her dismay that both Jas Tyrol and Alex LaHaye were indisposed and would be unable to do Carly's checkup and booster shots - normally this would be no issue, but it had already been put off too many times already due to scheduling conflicts, and soon the Sickbay staff would start to ask awkward questions. Fortunately, this wasn't a task that required a doctor; a nurse would do, and there was one who sprang to mind.

 

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#31 Ens Beka Sydesh

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Posted Star Date 22101.23 @ 00:43 (12:43 AM)

== Elias’ Timeline ==
 
It had certainly been an interesting morning. With the recalls still not gone out yet, Sickbay wasn’t fully staffed, but there were certainly enough staff around to keep things going. Originally Beka had only intended to go in to check on the recovery of her elective surgery patients. She was pleased to see just how well they were doing. It was one of the real high points of her job, as the progress the various crew members had made was plain to see.
 
I could get used to this. Breaking good news gives me such a buzz… It’s like a hit of the strongest coffee you can imagine. And to know I did that for people… Yeah. Can overcome a lot, knowing that.
 
Inevitably however, things had snowballed. The training officer was keen to impart new wisdom in the form of the latest continuous professional development lectures. Sydesh was still barely 2 months out of the Academy so she’d already heard most of it. There had been a slightly awkward moment when the trainer insisted that the redhead couldn’t possibly have seen these, only for her to point herself out sat in the audience on the video feed. She had still ended up with a tranche of demonstrations to view in her downtime, almost as a point of principle.
 
A long list of officers were due their physical examinations. Some had complied willingly and Beka had been pressganged to help as they came in. She did her best to put everyone at their ease and try to dispel the myths around the dreaded physicals, but there had been a couple who had left disappointed at basically being told they needed to make some different life choices.
 
And then there was the Brikar crewwoman who had come in. Originally McConnelly’s patient, he’d had to hand over in a hurry and Sydesh had been the only free doctor. She had been completely stumped at first. There was very little known that could affect a Brikar, never mind do enough damage to take one out of action. But eventually a breakthrough had been made, and Kirnat seemed to be doing well.
 
[Dr Sydesh to the Nurse’s Station. Lieutenant Elias is here about Crewman Kirnat.]
 
Beka sent an acknowledgment signal. She sanitised her hands, straightened her tunic and sighed as she caught her reflection in a terminal screen. She retied her hair back in an impromptu ponytail and then headed to answer the summons. 
 
Best behaviour. No being sarcastic. No stupid jokes. Don’t wind him up in any way, shape or form. Because this would sure be a good time to practice that military bearing that’s been hammered into me these last couple of weeks.
 
The doctor rounded the corner to see the familiar form of the Chief Engineer, looking more than a little uncomfortable. 
 
Something tells me he might not appreciate being reminded that his physical is due. But first, deal with the issue he came here for. Put his mind at ease and he might be more receptive to being told to drop his pants and cough…
 
“Lieutenant Elias?” Sydesh said. “You’re here about Crewman Kirnat, I’m told? Anything in particular got you worried enough to drop by, sir?” She smiled brightly as she stood off a respectful distance.
 
It was a little unusual to have a department head come and check in on a crewman, but for all the Midshipman knew, maybe he did it for all his crew.
 

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Posted Star Date 22101.24 @ 02:41 (02:41 AM)

Benjamin grimaced internally as he saw Sydesh walking over, directly towards him. He hadn't spoken to her since the campfire on New Talax, during which he had had to excuse himself. Part of it, he could blame on being exhausted. The rest...

 

After seeing how - for lack of a better term - close she and Nathan had been at Halloween, and then how very not they were shortly thereafter, it was definitely an awkward situation. Benjamin simply had had no idea how to continue the conversation, and really wasn't sure how he was supposed to interact with her now. Though he had to be fair and note that, after seeing them together at Halloween he wasn't sure how he was supposed to interact with her in the first place, but trading one awkward for another didn't exactly make things any better.

 

I thought that Liam was taking care of her, he thought, but dropped it and instead put on a smile as she came up. She had a smile of her own on, a little more than simply professional but still a little forced. “Lieutenant Elias?” Sydesh said. “You’re here about Crewman Kirnat, I’m told? Anything in particular got you worried enough to drop by, sir?”

 

"No, nothing in particular," he said. "Just checking in, trying to make sure my staff is good to go." He crossed his arms, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "Besides, I have to admit I was more than a little curious. After all, whatever could make a Brikar complain about a bad shoulder?" He smiled a bit more genuinely, a bit conspiratorially as he spoke. "Hopefully it's not something she did on duty."

 

If it was something she did on duty, he'd need to figure out what it was and try to figure out how to prevent it from happening again. After all, if it could hurt someone who was almost literally made of rock, he shuddered to think what it would do to someone who wasn't. Like, you know, the rest of my team.

 

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#33 Ens Beka Sydesh

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Posted Star Date 22101.24 @ 23:36 (11:36 PM)

Beka had caught the awkwardness from Benjamin when he had caught sight of her. Truth be told, it hadn’t been a massive surprise. He was Nathan’s best friend after all, and the doctor and the engineer had first met when her juvenile attempt at a practical joke backfired spectacularly. There was no question where his loyalties were going to lie.
 
"No, nothing in particular," Elias said, answering her question. "Just checking in, trying to make sure my staff is good to go." He crossed his arms, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "Besides, I have to admit I was more than a little curious. After all, whatever could make a Brikar complain about a bad shoulder?" He smiled a bit more genuinely, a bit conspiratorially as he spoke. "Hopefully it's not something she did on duty."
 
Sydesh nodded. 
 
“Well, I can take you to her,” she replied. “I can’t go into detail without permission. What I can say is that it’s likely a result of overdoing it. Brikar like to think they’re invulnerable but they’re really not. If you can have a quiet word with her supervisor about her workload, we should be able to avoid a repeat.”
 
She jerked her head in the direction of one of the corner side rooms, a hint that he should follow her as she led the way. 
 
“Before we get there though… Can we deal with the Ramius who’s not in the room please?” Beka asked as they walked. “Yeah, he and I broke up. But it wasn’t messy or anything. I’m still fond of the guy. I know you and I aren’t exactly close but I don’t want this to… I don’t know, reset things?” She shook her head and sighed. “Sorry. I’m not the most experienced at dealing with this stuff. I just don’t want anyone to think that they have to pick sides, because they don’t. At least, I hope not. I’ve not seen Nathan since the split so I don’t know how he’s feeling, but for me at least I don’t have a problem with him or hanging out or whatever.”
 
The redhead was being as honest as she could. It wasn’t just the implications of having the Chief Engineer despising her again. After a lot of spade work on her part, she thought they’d moved past that, and even dared to hope that maybe a nascent friendship was forming. That was what she was hoping to save. 
 
We’re very different people, but we’re also stuck on the same ship with a lot of friends in common. If we fall out it could get really messy, really quickly, and I really don’t want that. Especially not since I don’t even think there was any damage with me and Nathan, unless he’s told Benjamin things he didn’t tell me…
 

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Posted Star Date 22101.25 @ 02:59 (02:59 AM)

“Well, I can take you to her,” Sydesh replied with a nod. “I can’t go into detail without permission. What I can say is that it’s likely a result of overdoing it. Brikar like to think they’re invulnerable but they’re really not. If you can have a quiet word with her supervisor about her workload, we should be able to avoid a repeat.” Benjamin nodded in agreement. He hadn't expected much of anything different. Kirnat was one of his hardest workers, and he wasn't surprised that she'd just pushed herself too hard. He made a note to talk to Orivessa about it, and they'd give her a couple of days off just to help her heal.

 

Sydesh jerked her head to the side for him to follow and he did, assuming she was going to take him to see her. He was a little surprised, however, when she kept talking. He listened, politely, as she spoke about not wanting things to be weird, and how yes, things had ended with Nathan but they didn't have any bad blood or anything. He rubbed his temple quietly as he walked behind her, trying to avoid the headache he knew was about to set in.

 

This is the other reason you didn't want to come down here, he thought. He'd known it was going to be awkward, and he'd been right. It wasn't that he had any particular problem with Sydesh - she seemed to be okay enough in the few interactions they had had - but people were their relationships sometimes, rather than just an individual. 

 

"To be frank," he finally said, "Nathan hasn't talked about it at all since you guys broke up. We've talked about any number of other things - from Michelle to him wanting me to make him a chainsaw shotgun hybrid, which I denied quickly - but nothing about you. If you want to know how he feels, you'll have to ask him; I'm not a go-between. And as for 'picking sides', it's a good thing that we're not doing that, because there's really no question where I'd fall."

 

He hated being blunt with people, but he could tell she wasn't going to let it go. Maybe it had something to do with the whistling incident before they met up with the Talaxians, maybe it was just sheer awkwardness. But as he had found out rather quickly, things were different when you became a department head than they were in the junior ranks. He had enough on his plate trying to run engineering that maintaining the few relationships he actually had on the ship, trying to keep his friendships from completely failing on him, was hard enough. Coddling the feelings of someone that he rarely saw, much less interacted with, wasn't high on his priority list.

 

But that doesn't mean you need to just leave it there, he chided himself, hearing his mother scolding him for his tone. "Things can always change," he said. "Maybe he'll talk me around on that chainsaw shotgun - though in that case, I bet the Captain will browbeat us into submission. And maybe you and he will be friends again. But for now, that's not really in the cards.

 

"Now, can I go see my crewman?"

 

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#35 Ens Beka Sydesh

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Posted Star Date 22101.25 @ 21:58 (09:58 PM)

Beka held her hands up as Benjamin finished. 
 
“I really wasn’t asking for a go-between or anything else,” she said quickly. “I was just asking strictly about you and me, but I can see I got that wrong. I take the point and it’ll stay professional. Sir. This way.” The redhead flashed a bright but glassy smile as she pointed towards one of the side rooms.
 
So it’s going to be like that is it Sydesh though. I was tolerated because his best friend knew me, but now that’s gone, just another of the little people… Not gonna lie, I thought better of him than that. It’s not going to keep me awake at night worrying, because frankly I’ve got a hell of a lot more than him doing that already. But hey. At least I know, and I can give the guy some space.
 
Given the choice, Beka would always try to keep a friendship going if she could. She had been stuck out on her own way too many times to have it any other way. But if things didn’t work out, then that same background had made her plenty tough enough to mentally shrug her shoulders and carry on. And that’s exactly what she was going to do with Benjamin. 
 
There’s no question of me trying anything stupid. I don’t have that luxury. I’m a doctor and it’s on me to help anyone who needs it. My personal feelings are frankly irrelevant and I know that. I guess this can be a test of that new-found professionalism...
 
“OK, just in here,” she said as they reached the door. “I’ll be here to answer any medical questions but I’ll let you two catch up.”
 
Sydesh let Elias go in first. She kept a respectful distance back from the two engineers, running another set of scans on the Brikar just to be sure everything was OK and the woman could be discharged.
 
The doctor was, though, carefully placed so that any path out the door went through her. Dr Tyrol would not take kindly to the Midshipman letting Benjamin walk out without at least trying to get his overdue physical done.
 

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Posted Star Date 22101.28 @ 16:13 (04:13 PM)

Benjamin put a smile on his face as he walked in to the room where Kirnat waited. She smiled in return, though hers was mixed with a bit of shock upon seeing him walk in. "Chief," she said with a gravelly voice. "What are you doing here?"

 

"Oh, just checking in," he said. "Not every day you take sick call, so I just wanted to be sure you were alright."

 

"She shook her head and rolled a shoulder. He could see her grimace a bit as she did so, but the motion appeared to be smooth. "Oh, it's my own damn fault, sir," she said. "While I was helping the Talaxians get set up, they needed a generator moved. I, idiot that I am, decided to just do it myself."

 

He shook his head, trying to get a disapproving look on his face to cover up his amusement. "Kir, you know better than that one."

 

"I know, I know," she ground out between gritted teeth. "It was the end of the day, they needed it moved just a couple of feet, and I knew I could do it. So I just did and didn't think."

 

He set a hand on her non-injured shoulder and shook his head. "It's alright. Just remember, this is why we work in teams." He wracked his brain for a minute before adding, "Where was Pilar while you were doing this?"

 

"He was getting everything packed up," she said, "and we were both ready to get back to the ship. I swear, I know you guys complain about Leola root, but you never said how bad it smells..."

 

He chuckled a that, and stepped away from the crewman. "Alright, I can't blame you there." He assumed that something in the hated vegetable bothered the Brikar woman's sinuses in a way that it didn't for other species. "The doc's will get you fixed up quickly, I'm sure, but take it easy for the rest of the day anyway," he told her. "We can do without you for today." She nodded some thanks and understanding, and Benjamin turned to go.

 

Only to see Sydesh standing in the doorway, a deliberate look on her face. Suppose I burned up all my goodwill, he thought, and prepared to face his physical.

 

His commbadge chirped just then. [Whitby to Elias,] the voice said. [I've got that simulation finished you asked me to run. I was about to start in on your notes whenever you're ready.]

 

He tapped the device and replied, "I'll be right there." Once the channel closed, he looked at Sydesh and shrugged. "Duty calls."

 

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Posted Star Date 22101.30 @ 19:15 (07:15 PM)

The scans came back and showed that the shoulder was healing nicely. Brikar physiology was a new one on Beka and she was quietly relieved to see that she’d handled it OK.
 
As the doctor watched Benjamin and Kirnat talk, she quietly steeled herself for what was to come. She fully expected the Lieutenant to pull some trick or other to try and get out without taking the physical. It put her in an awkward position. So many senior officers had lit her up for not showing proper respect or deference, but now she was going to have to call the Chief Engineer’s bluff or face more of the same for not standing her ground.
 
Tightrope walking. My favourite…
 
The conversation finished, and then Elias turned to face Sydesh. Right on cue, his commbadge chirped. 
 
Now isn’t that well timed… Just when he needed it! The redhead would have rolled her eyes if she wasn’t convinced that her getting Ensign relied on behaving herself for at least a short period.
 
[Whitby to Elias, I've got that simulation finished you asked me to run. I was about to start in on your notes whenever you're ready.]
 
Benjamin tapped the device and replied, "I'll be right there." Once the channel closed, he looked at Beka and shrugged. "Duty calls."
 
She looked at Kirnat but stood still. 
 
“I’ll be back in a few minutes for the next round of treatment, and then we can look at letting you go back to your quarters to rest up,” the doctor said. 
 
With a nod of her head towards the door to Elias, she stepped outside and caught him as he followed, knowing all too well the likely consequences of doing this in front of a member of his department. 
 
“So. Yes, you can go and do your simulations now,” Beka said, her voice quiet and calm. “I can’t stop you going, at least not without a ton of paperwork. But we’re on leave, and the ship is in a steady orbit. It doesn’t have to be done right now. That physical is extremely overdue though. It will take 15 minutes of your day and then you’re free for another however many months. If I make you uncomfortable then I can get you another doctor. That’s really not an issue. But I would really, strongly advise you get it done.”
 
She shrugged. 
 
“It’s your call. Sir. But it may not be for much longer, and there is nothing I can do about that,” she added.
 
Sydesh was doing her best to appear conciliatory. It really wasn’t about revenge or spite for what had happened earlier. She had a job to do and she was going to do it, no matter how bad the timing was.
 

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Posted Star Date 22101.31 @ 01:54 (01:54 AM)

Benjamin wasn’t entirely surprised when she didn’t move out of his way when he turned to the door. He admired that he spoke to Kirnat first, since she was the actual patient here.

 

At least, for the moment. As anticipated, she was going to force him into getting that physical done whether he wanted to or not. He did give her credit for phrasing it like an option, and if he really wanted to he could always pull rank and just leave – though that would likely just bring in a higher-ranked doctor to enforce it, since he really was overdue for the physical.

 

He sighed, and let her words hang in the air for a minute, mostly just because he could. “Alright,” he told her. “Let’s get this over with.”

 

Benjamin followed her to a biobed and was grateful for a bit of silence as the physical was done. Other than perfunctory commands as she did her scans and tests, he had a minute just to think as he sat on the biobed.

 

This wasn’t exactly the best of things, though he wasn’t about to admit that to Sydesh. It reminded him too much of when he was stuck in here for a day or two while they made sure he was okay after the Megasphere battle. Then, he’d been basically alone with his thoughts, memories of the dead his only company.

 

At least some good came of it, he did remind himself. He’d decided to go and visit L’Haan’s family, to make sure they knew she’d died a hero. And while that hadn’t gone… entirely to plan, it had been a rewarding experience, at least. He had never been to Vulcan, much less to Mount Seleya, and it had been as beautiful as he had expected. Meeting her Kohlinar instructor had been interesting – the man had had a sense of humor that he hadn’t experienced from a Vulcan before – and while her family was much more closed off, he had felt good about the visit.

 

And maybe…

 

He shut off that line of thinking before it could start. He knew there was nothing more he could have done, that any of them could have done. It was a miracle that casualties were as limited as they were, and people were alive now because he had done his job. It wasn’t his fault that they wanted to give him a medal for it, and like Jenny had told him – sometimes they gave you a medal for everyone else’s benefit, not your own.

 

Before he could think too much more, though, Sydesh indicated she was finished, finally. He sighed, and turned to her, trying to put a smile on his face. “So, did I pass, doc? Do I get to get back to work now?”

 

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Posted Star Date 22102.02 @ 00:14 (12:14 AM)

When Benjamin actually agreed to go through with the physical, Beka had to really focus to keep the relief off her face. Truth be told there wasn’t much in the way of reinforcements on duty at the moment. But she was glad he’d made the right call. 
 
The actual examination itself was conducted in relative silence. Normally in situations like this, the doctor relied on her sense of humour and affability to put her patients at ease. Elias though really didn’t want to talk and for once Sydesh respected that. 
 
I have no idea what he’s been through here. There’s clearly something. He doesn’t look remotely comfortable. Wish I knew what it was but as he’s made abundantly clear, we aren’t anywhere near close enough for me to ask…
 
With the scans and everything wrapped up, Beka brought all the information together on the screens over the biobed.
 
“So, did I pass, doc? Do I get to get back to work now?” Benjamin asked. A half-hearted smile flickered across his face before fading. 
 
The redhead chuckled and shook her head. 
 
“Oh, for it to be that easy,” she replied. “OK. The main markers on your file were blood alcohol levels, and those have dropped off. There’s still room for improvement but you’ve set yourself up well.” Beka pointed to the trendline graph on the right-most screen. 
 
“You do worry me though. All your stress markers are very very high. Like, not far off intervention levels of high,” she added. At the doctor’s touch, the readouts converted to charts, starting high on the left and dropping down as she spoke. “Here’s you, here’s a realistic marker for a senior officer, and here’s the model marker that nobody in Star Fleet will ever get near.”
 
She looked over at the Chief Engineer. 
 
“At this point I’m sure I’m supposed to give you a stiff lecture about not working so hard. But I’m pretty sure you’ll either ignore me or tell me to **** off.” 
 
The use of profanity was deliberate - Beka had found using industrial language was often enough of a shock to make people pay attention to what she had to say and not just zone her out. 
 
“So let me put this another way. You are literally on the cusp of doing yourself significant damage. I can’t tell you how to live your life but this can’t continue. There has got to be something out there that brings you joy and you genuinely enjoy doing. Do more of it. Hang out with friends. Whatever helps you destress. Because if this carries on you’re a time bomb. I don’t expect you’ll want to talk about it to me, and honestly I think sending you to a counsellor will do more harm than good. But I’m scheduling your next physical for a shorter interval and there has to be improvement, or intervention is inevitable.”
 
He isn’t going to want to talk to me about this and that’s fair enough. I get it. Just as long as he talks to someone, even that harpy Morgan…
 
After leaving the readouts up long enough for Benjamin to take it all in, she cleared the screens with a flick of her wrist, replacing them with scans of his artificial eye. She pinched on the screen to zoom in on the interface between the ‘socket’ of the eye and the optic nerve. 
 
“This is the other thing I wanted to talk to you about,” Sydesh said, changing the subject and pointing to a series of dark lines spreading out into the nerve. “It looks like the components are degrading and it’s causing neurone damage. That’s got to be giving you some rotten headaches. Can I ask, is there any particular reason why you still use this eye? I don’t want to be insensitive but it’s a little… Rudimentary?”
 
Agricultural? Backwards? Antiquated? Fit for the garbage? Other words ran through her mind but the doctor didn’t dare voice any of them. 
 
“I’d like to help you,” she added. “You’ve got options if you want to talk about them?” 
 
Whatever Elias thought about Sydesh as a person, she wasn’t overly bothered any more. But she was rapidly proving herself to be a highly capable surgeon, as the likes of Eli McKenna and several of the Talaxians could testify to. The want to help was genuine - the idea of someone suffering needlessly was a complete anathema to her.
 
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Posted Star Date 22102.06 @ 03:23 (03:23 AM)

All Benjamin could do was sigh as Beka shook her head. Fortunately, she started off with the good news.

 

He’d been trying to be more conscious of his alcohol intake since the Megasphere. He’d recognized the temptation to just retreat from the pain and the new responsibilities by falling into the bottle again, but he wasn’t ready to give up the progress he’d made since the dark days on Harkens’ crew. He still ran his still, but it didn’t run at capacity and he used about half of it as brush cleaner while painting. He wasn’t surprised that she said there was still room for improvement, but if she looked back at his first medical files from when he’d been picked up by the Philadelphia, she’d just tell him good job and move along.

 

Then she moved on to the more problematic issues. “All your stress markers are very very high,” she said. “Like, not far off intervention levels of high.” He sighed and watched as she changed the graph to show different levels. “Here’s you, here’s a realistic marker for a senior officer, and here’s the model marker that nobody in Star Fleet will ever get near.”

 

He chuckled at that one as she turned to look at him. “At this point I’m sure I’m supposed to give you a stiff lecture about not working so hard. But I’m pretty sure you’ll either ignore me or tell me to **** off.”

 

He shook his head. “Nah,” he said. “I wouldn’t tell you to do that. Ignore you, maybe.”

 

She carried on telling him the recommended cures for stress – mainly, being a regular person and enjoying life. He nodded along with her as she spoke. “But I’m scheduling your next physical for a shorter interval and there has to be improvement,” she finished, “or intervention is inevitable.”

 

“You’re right,” he agreed. “With all of this colony business, I haven’t been making time to take care of myself, and I really should. Hell, last time I had a night off was the Christmas thing on the planet, and you remember that I didn’t exactly stay very long there either.”

 

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I give you my word, I’ll do my best to keep to normal office hours for the next month. And this may shock you, but I actually have standing appointments with the counselor – though admittedly I haven’t been keeping them the past couple of months. Part of an agreement with the Judiciary. But I’ll give them a call to make an appointment in the next week.”

 

She moved along to his eye – another subject he was less than surprised at. Like most doctors, she wanted to try and replace it. “Can I ask, is there any particular reason why you still use this eye? I don’t want to be insensitive, but it’s a little… rudimentary?” Unspoken were a number of other adjectives in that verbal space, most likely more descriptive than what she wound up using. “I’d like to help you. You’ve got options if you want to talk about them?”

 

He crossed his arms and crooked his shoulders noncommittedly, trying to cover up the fact that his eye had decided to spasm for a moment at the thought of replacing it. “Don’t worry,” he said, “I’ve heard every description under the sun for this piece of crap in my head. The technical term is ‘Firnak’qal’. ‘From the lowest bidder’. Got it from the Ferengi when something blew up in my face in Alliance space. Since I didn’t have one of their expensive insurance plans, that meant that I was treated by their version of free medicine – and in Ferengi space, you get what you pay for.”

 

He reached up and rubbed his temple. “By the time I got back, the doctors said it had bonded too much with my leftover tissues to get out without risking more damage to the eye, so I left it be. But if it’s causing even more damage just by being in there… And I have had some terrible headaches recently.”

 

He sighed. “Make a note, we’ll take a look at options later.” There simply wasn’t time at the moment, between the colony and the flotilla, and even being on some of the most advanced ships in the fleet didn’t mean that they had starbase level medical facilities. “But for now, I really do need to get back to work, if that’s okay with you, doctor?”

 

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Posted Star Date 22102.06 @ 23:13 (11:13 PM)

Beka was quietly impressed with Benjamin’s awareness of his issues. In her admittedly brief experience, most officers had a distressing habit of burying their head in the sand and then raising merry hell when she tried to dig them out. But that wasn’t going to be necessary here.
 
He’s a sound guy. Just hides it extremely well…
 
She listened as he talked about his eye and how he’d ended up with it. The story certainly explained a lot. The low-grade tech and shoddy implant process had caused some serious damage but even as she looked at the scans again, the doctor was confident that she could fix him.
 
“Make a note, we’ll take a look at options later. But for now, I really do need to get back to work, if that’s okay with you, doctor?”
 
“By all means. I have to respect your determination to get things on track. I hope others will follow your fine example.” There was a genuine warm smile on Sydesh’s lips as she spoke.
 
“And I’ll hold you to that follow-up on your eye,” she added. “Because with all due respect to your prior doctors, I know I can fix it. We’ve made such advances in stimulating damaged nerves recently. At this point I’d start sending you specifications and files for the various Federation-grade implants but I’m sure you’ve already got them. Have a think about it and book some time in, even if it’s just a half-hour consultation for me to get some proper scans done and give you some real options. You don’t have to carry that around any more and I hate seeing people suffer needlessly.”
 
There wasn’t a magic wand to wave - any operation to remove the current eye would be long and difficult work, and then to regenerate enough tissue to be able to properly interface a new implant would be a real test of skill. But Beka wasn’t afraid of the challenge, and being able to help one of the good guys was well worth the effort in her book.
 
“You’re free to go,” the redhead added. “I’ll check in on Kirnat to make sure she’s healing properly but she should be discharged soon.”
 

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#42 Lt (JG) Nathan Ramius {Coleman}

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Posted Star Date 22102.07 @ 03:58 (03:58 AM)

Nathan had spent the better half of his shift trying to come up with a strategy. It wasn’t for something tactical. It wasn’t even Security related. It was for a discussion that he knew he needed to have, but had been somewhat dreading, as it was going to be a tough conversation no matter what. What had transpired between him and the party in question had been, while momentarily interesting, entirely his fault for how it failed. In fact, Ramius considered that it might have been doomed to fail from the start. And again, it was his fault.

 

Like a fool, he had dipped into another relationship rather quickly after his last. The problem was, that he still had lingering feelings; time and space had done little to diminish them.  His honor, or sense of moral obligation, told him it wasn’t fair to start a new relationship with someone when strong feelings were still in the mix with an ex. It had been an all-round untidy situation. So it was, that he marched to make an attempt at a detailed apology.

 

Exiting from the turbolift to Deck Eight, he passed a pair of non-comm Security personnel on patrol. Crewman Apprentice Rahst had a smirk on his face, which Nathan replied with only a frown.

 

Half the ship is going to know that I’m chatting in the Med Bay before I’ve even started having the conversation.

 

Shrugging it off, Ramius continued down the hallway, resolute in his decision. Tongues were already wagging through the grapevine, so a little more fuel to the fire wasn’t going to make much of a difference. There was a small glimmer of foolish hope that perhaps adding to the flames might make them die out faster. Yet, Nathan truly did know deep down that wouldn’t be the case.

 

Standing just outside the doors to the Medical Complex, Ramius stood for a moment and nervously ran his fingers through his freshly showered hair. Then, the top button of his sapphire blue dress shirt pulled oddly as he cracked his neck. For the seventh time since getting ready, Nathan changed his mind and undid it before also rolling up the sleeves a bit.

 

Okay. Just, go in and… be yourself. Maybe an extra tactful version of yourself.

 

A rather loud exhaled sigh coincided with the swishing sound of the doors opening to Sickbay. Striding through, he went to the reception desk and waited a moment to be acknowledged. Instead, he caught sight of his best friend. A wave of concern washed over Nathan, but after taking a moment to see that Ben didn’t look to be injured, he immediately felt better.

 

“Are you doing okay?” Nathan said, approaching the Engineer.

 

"Yeah, yeah," Benjamin replied, crossing his arms as he came to a stop. "Came to check in on one of my crewmen - Kirnat's hurt her shoulder somehow - and got cornered by your ex for my physical."

 

Ramius made a sheepish face at the mention of ‘ex’, grimaced, and then pulled a bit of a stupid face as the rest of Ben’s statement processed in his brain.

 

“Wait, how the hell does a Brikar get injured? Nevermind, you couldn’t tell me even if you wanted to; I’ll just ask Kirnat when I make my rounds in Engineering next time,” he made a light hearted chuckle, before continuing.

 

“Speaking of ex’s... Can you point me in Beka’s direction? I… I gotta chat with her.”

 

Benjamin looked at Nathan for a moment before giving a small nod. "Yeah, she's back in Exam 3, or was about thirty seconds ago. I hope it goes alright for you." He set a hand on Nathan's shoulder for a moment before heading on out the doors, presumably back to Engineering.

 

“Thanks,” Nathan raised a hand up in a wave, then pushed deeper into Sickbay.

 

Finding the exam room, Ramius paused and decided against going in, especially if Kirnat was still getting treated inside. Instead, he simply spoke up after clearing his throat.

 

“Ah, Doctor Sydesh? Do you have a moment?”

 

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Posted Star Date 22102.07 @ 04:07 (04:07 AM)

Benjamin listened to Beka and nodded. It wasn't anything he hadn't anticipated from her, and nothing that was too binding. He agreed with her, after all. "I'll see what I can do about carving out some time in the near future for those detailed scans," he said, "though I can't make any guarantees about when that might be."

 

“You’re free to go,” the redhead added. “I’ll check in on Kirnat to make sure she’s healing properly but she should be discharged soon.”

 

He stood up and straightened his uniform jacket. "Thanks, and thanks for letting me speak to her. Hope the rest of your day goes well," he added, and walked on out of the exam room.

 

Stepping out into the most bustling general area of the medical bay, he caught sight of Nathan walking in, and just about to stop by reception. He spoke to his friend for a moment, setting his mind at ease that he was okay, before pointing him back towards the redheaded medical officer. He wasn't sure what they needed to talk about still, several months after their breakup, but he wasn't going to pry. Not my business, he concluded, unless he wants to talk about it later. He made a note to make sure he had some clean glasses and something better than his normal alcohol available tonight, just in case, and walked on out of the complex.

 

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Posted Star Date 22102.07 @ 14:17 (02:17 PM)

"Thanks, and thanks for letting me speak to her. Hope the rest of your day goes well,” Benjamin replied as he headed out the door. He was gone before Beka had a chance to reply to him and she smiled wryly at that. 
 
I wonder, if I’d turned around earlier, would I have seen him in a full sprint start, pointing out the door? the redhead mused to herself as she cleaned up the examination room ready for the next patient. She still wasn’t technically on shift but by this point, she had accepted she was in Sickbay as long as she was needed.
 
As she moved to the door to see where she was needed next, Sydesh was completely caught out by Ramius coming up to her. Of all the people she had expected to see, his name was definitely not on the list, least of all done up to the nines with a spiffy dress shirt.
 
Is he off on another date I wonder…
 
Beka kept the thought to herself. Despite what had happened, she was still fond of Nathan. She had taken the break-up talk stoically and kept the mask up until she was alone. At that point she had pretty much fallen to pieces. The flip from riding high and feeling untouchable, like she was finally in a relationship that might last, to the crash-landing when it was over, was hard to take. There had been a lot of soul-searching and some punishing training sessions to work out her anger but eventually she had gotten over it enough to carry on with her life. 
 
“Ah, Doctor Sydesh? Do you have a moment?”
 
That made the redhead laugh, not unkindly. 
 
“Doctor Sydesh? After what’s passed between us, you’re sticking with that, huh?” she said with a grin. “Sure. I’ve got time. Although if a patient needs this room, we’ll have to clear out.”
 
She led the way back into the room. Most of it was biobed and a nearby chair, but there was a replicator by the door and the doctor stopped at the machine.
 
“From the look on your face, I think I’m going to need coffee,” Beka said, keying in for a strong latte. “Can I get you anything?”
 
Given everything, it would have been easy for Nathan to have walked into a frosty greeting, or some kind of fiery, hostile venting from the redhead. Instead her manner was genuinely warm and welcoming. She was a little more cautious, a little guarded as she spoke, but if the Security officer had been braced for trouble then it was very clear he wasn’t going to get it.
 
It wasn’t all his fault. I got far too attached, far too quickly. And I was way too forceful in pursuing him. I should have known I’d spook him and make him uncomfortable. OK, I couldn’t have seen the ex thing coming. And didn’t. But I made mistakes too. What happened wasn’t all on him and it wouldn’t be fair of me to put it there.
 
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#45 Lt (JG) Nathan Ramius {Coleman}

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Posted Star Date 22102.07 @ 18:40 (06:40 PM)

When he heard Beka laugh, it didn’t sound derisive to him. However, past experiences still reminded him to be prudent regardless. And while her commentary seemed light and playful, even with the grin, Nathan still couldn’t help but still feel on edge. It was his guilt that partly contributed to the feeling, he knew. The other was picking an unorthodox place such as an exam room to have a personal conversation. Again, his own fault he knew, but it was the best place to get medical attention should he get a much-deserved ***-kicking from Sydesh.

 

“Well, I wanted to be professional in case you had a patient,” he replied, even though he didn’t have to. Nathan knew that Beka was being playful, but he still felt like he needed to state his intentions.

 

As she led the way, Nathan cautiously followed. It wasn’t like the exam room was going to be booby trapped, he thought. Yet, somehow, he could still see a bamboo whip slinging out from the side of the door, with footlong syringes plunging into his body. It was imaginative for many reasons. One, there wasn’t the room to have a proper bamboo whip trap. Maybe a punji stick pit if the floor plates were removed… though he stopped himself from envisaging the setup. Two, Nathan knew it wasn’t Beka’s style. If she was going to fight, she would do so outright. Or, at least, so he thought she might.

 

And three, I don’t think there are footlong syringes. Are there?

 

There was nothing, though, that showed she was in a combative mood. As Nathan trailed her, Beka seemed absolutely congenial despite things between them; though he had to remind himself that some time had well passed since everything that happened. It was quickly setting the tone, and Nathan felt himself relax just a little.

 

“Yeah, a coffee for me too please. Double espresso in fact,” he leaned up against a wall near to where Beka was, giving both of them a healthy amount of room.

 

He waited then, for the replicator to finish their beverages. As Beka offered up his drink, he nodded and then spoke,

 

“Thank you.”

 

Taking a sip of the beverage, the heat of the liquid was welcome as it hit his throat. Nathan hadn’t noticed, but his mouth had gone dry at some point since entering the room.

 

“I guess…” he started, but stopped, his eyes scraping the floor. Then looking up at Beka, he tried to hide a pained expression.

 

“I wanted to check on you, Beka. I should have done this way earlier. Like… properly seeing how you were doing. I know we’ve talked to each other in passing, but we haven’t really had a proper sit down. That’s my fault.”

 

All of this is your fault, Nathan.

 

“Honestly, all of this is my fault,” he huffed heavily, placing the beverage off to the side.

 

“I’m sorry. Not for the time we spent together, because I did enjoy spending time with you. But, for how I hurt you. It wasn’t my intention, for how everything happened. I mean, I don’t think anyone ever really intends that sort of thing, right? But, I did end up hurting you, and you didn’t deserve to be hurt at all. And that’s on me.”

 

“I spent so much time trying to figure out what to say, or how to say it, that I just never really said much of anything at all. Somehow, having thought about it, that seems worse than saying the wrong thing anyway. And I was dealing with… other ****. My ****. But that doesn’t excuse things. It doesn’t excuse me or my actions.”

 

There was an impulse to reach for his drink, but instead, both of Nathan’s hands reached up and cupped his face in frustration at himself. Behind the hands, it almost sounded like he was growling at himself angrily, before he started speaking against the palms of his hands.

 

“I am such a… a… dumb boy sometimes, god******.”

 

His hands pulled away, and a heavy sigh erupted from him.

 

“I’m sorry, again. I don’t know how to make this right. Or even if I can make this right. Or maybe you’ve moved on already and I’ve just made things worse. Again. Which, really, that would be par for the course for me. But this isn’t about me, I intended to come here and just…”

 

Another weighty sigh tumbled out of an obviously emotional Nathan,

 

“…just wanted to support you somehow. I probably should have figured out the somehow before I came here though,” he laughed at himself contemptuously.

 

But then you would have spent another few months trying to figure that out! Then where would you be? **** this **** is so ******* hard to figure out. Easier to just fight Borg, really.

 

== tag Beka :ph34r: ==


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#46 Ens Beka Sydesh

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Posted Star Date 22102.09 @ 20:07 (08:07 PM)

It didn’t take a counsellor to see how on-edge Nathan was as he came in. Beka had tried to put him at some kind of ease but she had been unsuccessful. She could have sworn there was a distinct tremor in his hand as he took the coffee from her, like he was expecting her to dump it over his head.
 
I mean, a couple of weeks ago, that was very very possible. And then for good measure I’d have shoved the cup where only the most thorough of body cavity searches would have found it.
 
The redhead sat down on the biobed, crossing her legs underneath herself and taking a sip of her coffee. She figured he was building to his reason for coming to see her so it was easiest to just let him get there. 
 
And then he started to talk…
 
By the time Ramius finished, Sydesh was looking at him in a state of stunned silence. She really hadn’t been expecting a speech anything like that.
 
“**** me…” she murmured quietly. Her eyes flicked up to meet his gaze as she realised he had almost certainly heard her. “That wasn’t an invitation,” she added. “I think that particular ship has sailed.”
 
Beka took a sip of coffee to buy herself a few moments to get her thoughts straight. A thousand caustic replies burned through her mind but she dismissed them all. 
 
How do I even start to answer that? I was over it. I’d had my ugly cry, dealt with it when it became anger and even admitted things were over to the rest of the crew on New Talax. If he really wanted to support me he wouldn’t have dumped me dressed as Darth Maul…
 
“OK,” she said eventually. “How do I put this without punching holes in what’s left of your ego…” 
 
She drained the last of her coffee and laid the mug on the bed in front of her, folding her hands together. 
 
“Yeah, when you dumped me I could have strangled you,” Beka admitted. “It was like you picked the moment to do most damage to all my insecurities. I know you didn’t do it on purpose. It just caught me by surprise. And I won’t lie, it hurt. You can ask Nat about how she had to lure me out of my bedroom and stop me crying with my favourite curry and Frozen 5.” 
 
She sighed.
 
“But that’s exactly why it isn’t all your fault. I shouldn’t be falling that hard, that fast. And I even knew you loved…” Sydesh’s memory failed her. “Your ex,” she said. “Yet I still built us up in my head like we were gonna be together forever. I was like some lovesick tweenager. That’s not right. I’m too old and too cynical to be behaving like that. And you shouldn’t have had to deal with it when you clearly had your own demons to fight without taking on mine as well.” 
 
Broad shoulders rose and fell as she shrugged.
 
“Is it too late? No, I don’t think so,” Beka said. “Maybe in the future we can try again. Slower this time. I’d love to have you as a friend in the meantime. But you have got to stop beating yourself up over what happened. Were you a bit of a dick? Yes. Are you the first guy to have done that? No.”
 
She smiled warmly.
 
“The irony isn’t lost on me. I got over what happened but I don’t think you have. And you really need to. You’re a great guy, if you’d only cut yourself some slack.”
 
I can’t believe I just said that. If Golat heard me recycling her wisdom, she’d laugh herself into a coma…
 
“If it helps, I can call you a few choice names and punch you in the face,” Beka added with a grin. “I appreciate the thought, but this isn’t about me. It’s about you needing to forgive yourself for something that only you believe you should apologise for.” 
 
She unfolded from the bed and stood herself about a foot away from Nathan. Slowly she passed a hand above both his shoulders and then above his head in a poor copy of what she thought a religious benediction looked like. 
 
“There. I forgive you. You are forgiven. Now it’s your turn.”
 
Sydesh took a step back. Her hands behind her, resting on the biobed, she watched his face closely, hoping that her words would be enough to lift some of the self-inflicted burden Ramius was clearly dealing with.
 

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Posted Star Date 22102.12 @ 00:22 (12:22 AM)

== End of Shore Leave ==

 

"Found another box. This is the last one. I think." Orderly Sinolla staggered into sickbay carrying a mid-sized cargo container in both arms. The Orion was large, but still struggled to carry the crate, and as he came in he stumbled. The box caught the edge of the door and came out of his hands, landing with a heavy thud before skidding. "Sorry," he said with a shrug. 

 

Robin looked up from where she was kneeling next to another, smaller crate. She'd been assigned to organize and categorize the ship's medical supplies, to verify that everything was intact and up-to-date. That had been three days ago, three days of long shifts going through everything from Medical Tricorders to boxes of gloves. The purple-haired nurse hadn't fully appreciated the scope of the job. The Artemis was a large ship, and the medical supplies in Sickbay were only a fraction of what the ship held. Much of it had been brought aboard before the battle with the Borg Worldship and simply put where there was space. Why the ship had needed 140 boxes of tongue depressors was beyond her... but then, the mysteries of Star Fleet Quartermaster decisions were known to drive men mad. She suspected that they'd loaded the ship with everything they could, not having had time to really prioritize. 

 

Robin smiled at the green-skinned orderly. "Not a problem," she said. "Just shove it over in that corner." She jabbed her thumb at an empty space next to a biobed. "Stick around, though... I might need you to take it back if it has a hundred boxes of left-hand gloves or something like that." Sinolla didn't get the joke and just nodded. 

 

She got up, her knee popping as she did so. She'd been going through the crate of Dermal Regenerators, checking each one. Ten of them, TEN!, she fumed, hadn't been functional for various reasons. If they'd have been passed out it would have caused a lot of hassle, and during an emergency there wasn't always time to check devices. But it was done, and the Ensign finally felt she could see the light at the end of the tunnel for the whole task. I should be finished by this evening, she thought.

 

Thankfully Sickbay had been quiet. She'd spent quite a bit of time in the Talaxian Colony helping to set up equipment, train nurses, and generally do whatever needed doing. In her off time she'd wandered around nearby, seeing the sights, enjoying the freedom of not being in a ship. She's caught up on her reading, practiced the mandolin, and even had had time for get-togethers with her friends. 

 

She stepped over to the new crate. Sinolla had popped the latches for her and she looked inside. There were multiple smaller boxes inside, one labelled "Breathing Apparatus: Benzite (12 count)." She smiled sadly and sniffed. "Huh. So that's where those were." 


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Posted Star Date 22102.12 @ 22:08 (10:08 PM)

== Current timeline, after shore leave == 
 
It had been a busy shift so far for Beka. It had opened with a visit to Ensign Reeve in his quarters to make sure he was over his concussion before she signed him back onto duty. The man was still very awkward around her, and to be fair he had good reason; it was her who had given him the concussion in the first place during the Security exercise.
 
In my defence, I had absolutely no idea he was a real person when he dropped out of that shaft. And he was trying to take me hostage at the time!
 
From there it had been wall to wall appointments. Clearly the memos had gone out for annual physicals because there had been plenty of them to do. Not everyone had been as well prepared and open-minded as Lt Elias had been, and Sydesh had been given some of the more stubborn and argumentative cases to deal with. It bothered her far less than some of the other doctors, and she was feisty enough not to be rolled over by anyone no matter how senior they thought they were. Her reserves of patience and diplomacy had been sorely tested but, so far at least, she’d kept her temper in check. 
 
Helping keep her feeling upbeat were the elective patients coming back in. CPO Evigt’s ankle was pretty much healed and he was well ahead of schedule. Ensign Jackson was far enough into her recovery from wrist surgery that she wanted to start boxing again. PO1 Karntan’s knee was doing well given the op was only 2 days ago. 
 
With a few minutes to herself, the doctor had grabbed a coffee from the replicator in examination room 2 and a well deserved sit down.
 
Feels good to be smashing these procedures Beka thought to herself. I know I’ve got a long way to get out of the shadow of some of the dumb things I’ve done. But every time I fix someone and clear an old injury that they were suffering with, it’s a step in the right direction.
 
Shore leave hadn’t been much of a break. Between surgeries, shifts on the planet below, training courses and extra study, Beka had kept busy. But she hadn’t felt like she really needed time off already given it was still a matter of months since boarding Artemis from the Academy.
 
I have to admit, I’m going to miss New Talax. Spent a lot of hours down there helping them get set up. I probably know their medics better than I do my own crewmates up here! Hopefully they keep in touch. And not just by sending me more questions about how to use the new toys we gave them…
 
The mug was empty in her hand, and Sydesh sighed.
 
OK. Back to it we go…

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#49 Lt (JG) Nathan Ramius {Coleman}

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Posted Star Date 22102.13 @ 20:12 (08:12 PM)

== Before Recall Timeline ==

 

“**** me…” Beka muttered, and Nathan’s eyes immediately jumped up and looked to her, their eyes meeting in the middle.

 

“That wasn’t an invitation,” she added. “I think that particular ship has sailed.”

 

Nathan’s eyes rolled hard up, nearly into his skull. Then he frowned and shook his head. He knew for a fact that her initial words had been of exasperation, and not an invitation. Still, he didn’t respond right away either, not knowing for sure if the added statements had been made to break the awkwardness of everything. Or, if it was to continue to alleviate underlying frustration. Either way, Ramius figured it was better to hold his tongue and let her figure out what she wanted to say. It was a skill that he had been practicing for some time now, thanks to someone else from the Artemis.

 

Watching Beka work through thoughts and emotions, Nathan’s face softened and the muscles around his eyes dropped the initial squint he had had to her inflammatory retort. There was a feeling then, a quick pang of guilt and desire for redemption. Then there was an impulse to move forward and embrace her in hug. To hold her, and apologize. Again, his brain checked himself. It would accomplish nothing, and probably earn him a punch, especially as she hadn’t said her peace yet.

 

Finally, she spoke, draining her coffee and closing off her body language. It wasn’t a good sign. Nathan wanted to interject, and tell her that his ego be damned; though she was right, there was little left of it as it was. But he would have preferred that she just lay it out. There wasn’t a need to sugar coat things. No need to pad the blow. Because he certainly hadn’t, and he deserved whatever was coming, whether it hurt or not.

 

Instead of going through his thoughts, Nathan straightened up, and just listened. Except, there was one comment that he couldn’t help but react to…

 

“Were you a bit of a dick? Yes. Are you the first guy to have done that? No.”

 

That bit of rhetoric punched him in the gut and left him winded. Nathan managed to keep himself from physically reacting, for the most part, but inside he reeled. The young security officer had tried, through much of his life, to not be like every other ‘guy’. And there in the exam room, plain as day, he was being told that he had done just that. Whether or not it had been intended it or not, there he was. It was as if someone had opened the top of his skull and poured plasma on his brain. His thoughts raced, rushing hot from the heat, and the flames seemed to crawl down into the arteries. Anger, shame, and disgust all whirled about, fighting for the right to be expressed. Beka’s next words helped to ease things a bit, and Nathan quickly got control of himself. Still, a wound was left open, and would need tending later.

 

“If it helps, I can call you a few choice names and punch you in the face…”

 

Actually, that would be preferrable at the moment. That is why I chose to come see you here, of all places.

 

As Beka moved from the biobed, Nathan’s eyes went wide, wondering if she had somehow heard his thoughts. It was because of the slow, intentional pace of her movements, that saved him from wincing. Nathan’s eyes followed her arm as it moved around his shoulders, and then his head. Somehow, the plasma fire from before did seem to be quenched slightly as she gave him a sort of benediction. It was a little awkward, but then again, the whole situation was.

 

A soft sigh floated away from him, and he closed his eyes, letting his face release the tension held there. Then his neck tilted and while facing toward the floor, he focused on a taking a couple of breaths, not wanting to get emotional in front of Beka. Her forgiveness didn’t feel deserved, even though that was exactly what she was telling him he needed to do. It was his hang up, and it was he who needed to let go of things. And still, he couldn’t.

 

It took a moment, as a torrent of thoughts and feelings zoomed through his mind. His head shook in response to a rumination that was fleeting, while his hands fidgeted at another. Forgiveness, it seemed, wasn’t what he thought he was going to get from the visit. More than that, it might not have been what he had wanted either. Part of him had wanted Beka to fight him, or to at least get upset with him; some kind of strong emotion that paired well with how Nathan thought he should be treated.

 

Stop Nathan. This is it. She’s forgiven you and you should take that.

 

Looking up toward Beka, his face seemed pained, but there was a small smile there.

 

“Okay…” it was a near whisper.

 

“Okay,” the second time was only slightly louder.

 

Taking the couple of steps forward, Nathan reached out and wrapped his arms around Beka, enveloping her in a strong, warm hug.

 

“I promise I’ll only say it one more time, and then I’ll try not to say it anymore,” his voice was low, matching the baritone that resonated deep within his chest.

 

“I’m sorry. I really, really am.”

 

There was a moment of silence, as he held her, before he spoke up once more.

 

“Thank you for forgiving me and…”

 

There was hesitation then. His chest rose out into Beka and retreated a few times, before Nathan continued,

 

“…and I’ll try to forgive myself, though I think that will be its own quest.”

 

Finally, Nathan released Beka, holding at arm’s length for a moment as he looked at her. He was thankful that he had managed to keep himself from being a complete mess, but a little bit of emotion came out in the form of a momentary stuttered-breath. That was, until Nathan realized where he was and that he was just standing awkwardly in front of Beka.

 

“Right. Well,” his hands came together and wringed one another for a moment, all while he simultaneously cracked his neck.

 

“Oh! You’ve probably got to go back to work. So. Yeah. I’ll just, leave,” Nathan thumbed over his shoulder.

 

“And. Yeah.”

 

Nathan grimaced, suddenly feeling incredibly anxious. Though, in moment of clarity, he stood tall and the grimace turned into a genuine, earnest, and grateful smile.

 

“Thank you. Have a good rest of your shift Beka.”

 

With that done he turned on his heel, being sure to give a little wave halfway through the motion, before finding his feet and heading toward the exit.

 

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#50 LCdr Jasmine Tyrol {Crawford}

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Posted Star Date 22102.14 @ 21:10 (09:10 PM)

== Current Timeline ==
 
When Jasmine had accepted the position of Chief Medical Officer for the Artemis, she had somehow missed the tiny, little fine print that indicated she would also be acting as the lead CMO for the Pathfinder taskforce. It had fallen into her lap to evaluate what patients from each vessel had needed to be evacuated to Callisto for return to the Alpha Quadrant. It had also fallen in her lap to select addition personnel to augment Callisto's medical department for the journey, given that they were hardly equipped as a medical vessel and had taken numerous injuries themselves. Once that had been done, she had rolled into the unenviable role of advising Crawford on how to shuffle medical personnel to fill the holes caused by injuries and augmenting Callisto.
 
In total, she had lost 2 department members to injury and 5 more to the shuffle. Fortunately, most of them had been in roles that could be managed by other members of the staff, at least temporarily, but that couldn't be said for all of the losses. As it stood, Jasmine was well aware that she'd need to do make some adjustments to allow the department to remain as efficient as it had been running and one of those adjustments involved her stepping back into a more hands on roll when it came to dealing with patients. It was a young enough department that losing any experience was a blow and that was exactly what had happened.
 
Unfortunately, it was proving difficult to be hands on with patients and actual care standards when she was so buried in administrative work that she wondered if there was an end to the to-do list. With a staff of 62, she was currently working through evaluations and critiques, not to mention restocks. For some, like McConnelly, were simple and straight for to complete and others, mainly comprising of younger officers and enlisted, had taken significantly more time and energy as she focused on how to mentor them to a better place for success. Some of those were even going to require a second meeting to go over how the suggestions were working or not working, in the case of a few of them. For as much as Jasmine enjoyed and took seriously the mentoring and growth of young officers, she had forgotten how exhausting it was and how time consuming it was to balance each need.
 
With a sigh, the raven haired doctor set down the PADD she'd been reviewing and reached for her glass of iced tea. Support had finished restocking the medical supplies expended in helping the Talaxians and in restocking the Callisto. It appeared most of the Talaxian based operations had wound down and she could only assume that meant they were about to head off in whatever direction was deemed necessary or beneficial, which meant Jasmine needed to reshuffled her to-do list again.
 
You've already briefed McConnelly on the need to shift him to third shift, which filled that hole. You've got, at least, one more hole that needs to be covered, she reminded herself.
 
"Tyrol to Mayfair and Sydesh. Please report to my office."

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#51 Ens Beka Sydesh

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Posted Star Date 22102.14 @ 21:46 (09:46 PM)

== Ramius Timeline == 
 
As she spoke, Beka saw the tempest of emotions that went across Nathan’s face. 
 
“Okay…” he whispered. “Okay.” 
 
Ramius reached out suddenly, sweeping Sydesh up in a hug. She had no idea how to respond, her arms pinned by her side. After everything that had happened the redhead really wasn’t expecting him to want to get this close to her. 
 
This is new…
 
Beka decided against throwing Nathan off her and embraced him, one arm around his waist, the other gently rubbing his back as she rested her head on his shoulder. If this was what he needed, she reasoned silently, then it wasn’t too big an ask. 
 
She listened as he apologised again, his voice faltering. Her love life was an unmitigated disaster but nobody had ever broken her quite as badly as Ramius’ ex had him. It would have taken a heart of stone not to feel for him, and she squeezed tighter as he nestled close.
 
“Thank you for forgiving me and… and I’ll try to forgive myself, though I think that will be its own quest.” He pulled free, holding her at arm’s length. It looked like there was something else he wanted to say, and then suddenly he let her go.
 
“Right. Well,” Ramius’ hands came together and wringed one another for a moment, all while he simultaneously cracked his neck. “Oh! You’ve probably got to go back to work. So. Yeah. I’ll just, leave. And. Yeah.”
 
The doctor reached out, resting the palm of her hand on his chest. 
 
“Look, if there’s anything I can do to help you, I’m here,” she said. “I can’t promise I have the answers to any of your questions. But I can help you try and find them.”
 
“Thank you. Have a good rest of your shift Beka.” With that, and a strange half-hearted wave, he turned on his heel and made good his escape.
 
She sagged back onto the biobed, resting her head in her hands.
 
“What the **** was that all about…” Sydesh murmured.
 
She was convinced of 2 things as she stood there in the aftermath - she was right to have bitten her tongue, and that his case of cold feet had actually done them both a favour. 
 
I honestly don’t know if I could have dealt with this much drama. Whatever is going on with him, I have to hope that when he finally gets things back in order, it calms him down some.
 
And I really do appreciate the rich irony of me calling someone else a hot mess. I’ve never felt more grateful to Nat, Eli, Robin, Jenny, Anna and everyone else who’s helped me get my head together. I felt I was on my own for so damn long but that’s not the case any more. It’s like I’ve got a family around me for the first time. And I hope that somewhere, Nathan’s takes him under their wing again and helps him. I can’t. I know that now. But I really hope someone close to him does.
 
With that, and a shake of her head, Beka headed back out into Sickbay to see what was waiting for her. 
 
== ETL for Beka too! ==
 

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Posted Star Date 22102.14 @ 22:46 (10:46 PM)

== Current Timeline == 
 
“No, I don’t mean ‘cut it back a bit’.” There was a distinct edge to Beka’s voice as she faced down the Tellarite in front of her. “I mean, stop. You don’t have a blood-alcohol level. You have some iron suspended in whiskey floating round your body. This isn’t just a slight drinking problem, this is prolonged alcohol abuse. And this is where it ends.”
 
“You’ve got no right…” he started. 
 
“It’s my job,” the doctor replied. “I don’t know where you came from or whatever problems you deal with. But right now, if you go back out on duty, you’re a danger to your crewmates and to this ship. So I’m standing you down and I’m calling in the counsellors. Petty Officer Rorik, you are relieved of duty until such time as you are deemed fit to return. Computer, please acknowledge and send the file to Counsellor LaHaye’s team.”
 
[Confirmed. Petty Officer 2nd Class Rorik, relieved from duty and referred to Counselling.]
 
The Tellarite visibly sagged.
 
“Is my career over?” he asked. 
 
“Only if you want it to be,” Sydesh replied. “If you want to fight, this can be the start rather than the end. Addiction sucks but it can be beaten.”
 
An awkward silence settled over the room until the duty counsellor arrived. Beka handed over to him and excused herself. She headed for the doctor’s room, draining a glass of water for her dry throat and sighing. 
 
That will never get easy, taking someone off duty. It means we failed. We didn’t see someone suffering, or we didn’t get through to them in time. She shook her head, drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. That said, I’m still amazed that that was the first time I’ve had to stand anyone down for alcohol abuse, and considering how many hardened drinkers there are on this crew, that speaks volumes…
 
[Tyrol to Mayfair and Sydesh. Please report to my office.]
 
Damn. Now what did I do?
 
Beka helped herself to another drink, dereplicated the glass and then made her way to Dr Tyrol’s office.
 
Not that long ago, she’d have announced her arrival with an irreverent ‘you rang’ or similarly offbeat greeting. She’d learned a lot recently, starting with how ridiculous that kind of behaviour was on duty and how she had to take things a lot more seriously. The last time she had spoken to the CMO, she had received a stern talking-to about her responsibilities and how she needed to conduct herself. Much the same thing had come from Lieutenant Coleman in Security. Sydesh had taken both sets of lectures to heart and set about showing that she understood.
 
When the door opened to admit the redheaded officer, she held her hands behind her back and nodded smartly as she stepped over the threshold. 
 
“Ma’am,” Sydesh said simply. Bright green eyes took in the office as she waited for Robin to arrive. 
 
This whole standing at ease thing will never come naturally to me. It would be easier if we were friends and there was no standing on ceremony, but we’re not so there is. She’s so far above me it’s not even funny. That means I show the respect due, and take whatever licks I’m due this time.
 
The Midshipman silently tried to think what she could be in trouble for. Security had been happy with her performances in the drills. She’d seen the write-ups from the communications and leadership courses, and they had been mostly favourable. All her reports were filed from her elective surgeries. In short, she had no idea, but she doubted she’d be waiting too long before she found out. 
 
I didn’t appreciate just how busy Dr Tyrol was until recently. Having medical oversight over the entire expedition… That’s one hell of a responsibility. Wish I could take some of that off her shoulders, but I don’t think she trusts me anywhere near enough.
 
Calmly Beka awaited her fate, knowing that there was nothing more she could do now.
 
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#53 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22102.15 @ 01:11 (01:11 AM)

[Tyrol to Mayfair and Sydesh. Please report to my office.]
 
Robin stood up and stretched, then yawned. What time is is? The nurse had continued her task, determined to finish before her shift was over if only for her own peace of mind. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but three days of inventory and organization had gotten old and she just wanted it done. Done, but done well. 
 
Not long ago she would have been much more nervous when the CMO called her, but now she mostly felt mild curiosity. There was still a bit of Uh oh did I screw up? in her head, but she dismissed the thoughts quickly. There hadn't been much to mess up in the last weeks. Doctor Tyrol's office was visible from where she had been working, and as the purple-haired nurse stood up she saw Beka come to the door, press the chime, and enter. 
 
Better not be late.
 
She walked over to the door, activated the chime, and entered when it opened. She stood, a bit too stiffly, and said politely "Doctor Tyrol." 
 
Jeez, relax girl. You're not a middie anymore. Act like an officer. She forced herself to relax a little as she waited for the CMO's response.
 
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#54 LCdr Jasmine Tyrol {Crawford}

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Posted Star Date 22102.20 @ 14:20 (02:20 PM)

Jasmine was just returning to her desk with a fresh glass of sweet tea when her door chimed. Her pale blue eyes shifted to regard the door, wondering if the two had managed to synchronize their arrival or if she was in the unenviable position of having to cover the same administrative tasks twice. 
 
"Promote," they said. "You'll still have time to practice medicine," they said, she thought with a sigh. However, if she was being fair, those that had made those promises had been correct while she was in the marine corps and that had even held true while she was assigned to Special Operations. After all, she had possessed a very rare skill set for both of those organizations and as such, had been called on regularly to utilize them for in-house needs. Everything had come crashing down when she had left the umbrella of RRT but looking back, given the treatment of Dawson by those outside of their organization and other growing concerns, she felt like she had made the correct decision. She had spent enough years cleaning up the horrific messes and short sighted miscalculations of the higher ups to want that to became a regular part of her job description.
 
There was a tiny sigh as she settled herself into her chair. "Come in!" she called, pushing that particular tangent to the side. It was better suited to be considered over a bourbon with one of the very select people on board that would understand.
 
The door yawned open and her fear of having to have this conversation twice seemed to be a reality as only Midshipman Sydesh stood at the entrance to her door. She waved the young woman in with a smile and motioned towards one of the two chairs that sat opposite her desk. Fortunately, the doors barely managed to close before the chime was sounding once more and Jas was quick to call for the doors to open a second time, allowing Ensign Mayfair to enter. After years of overseeing younger personnel, the raven haired doctor didn't miss that both women were stiff, though she suspected for different reason. Mayfair always seemed to have the nervous stiffness of a midshipman and while Jasmine had considered it every time, she was no closer to finding a reason for it other than maybe a touch of imposter syndrome or just a genera;l nervousness associated to those of higher ranks. In contrast, Sydesh seemed to be taking the whole prim and proper part of decorum to heart and while that hadn't necessarily been Jasmine's point in their previous conversation, a little more professionalism never hurt anyone. Fortunately, she knew from experience that Sydesh would eventually find a balance to it, knowing when the be at parade rest and when not to.
 
"You both can relax and please, take a seat," the doctor stated, motioning once more to the two seats across from her. For Jasmine's part, she'd never risen from her desk, which was unusual for her but she'd been having so many meetings lately that her quads were just not on board with all the unnecessary standing and then, immediately sitting just out of politeness. She was certain her mother would have something to say about it but frankly, she'd been a grown *** woman for a long time so a lecture on southern manners wouldn't do much. 
 
"Thank you for responding so punctually. I appreciate it," she added before taking a sip of tea to seemingly gather her thoughts on where she needed to go from here.
 
"With how busy everyone has been with the colony, I'm not sure how much you all have been keeping up with the administrative workings behind the scenes but due to some personnel loses in the taskforce, there have been necessary shuffles across every vessel in the taskforce. Because of the size of our department, we took a slightly bigger hit than most vessels that frankly don't have the manpower to spare. Most of the loses for us were negligible and will be able to be handled with nothing more than a little adjustment of the duty schedule," she began, pausing to allow the two to process than before continuing.
 
"However, two of the loses were fairly more significant. The USS Scott lost their senior doctor and with how young the rest of their staff was, it was decided that Doctor Morthun, the lead doctor on third shift, would be moved over to the Scott to augment their total lack of experience. As such, I have requested that Doctor McConnelly be moved to third shift to take over the leadership there. Additionally, Head Nurse Ruston was sent to the USS Nike, who had a similar crisis of experience within its nursing corps after they were forced to send their two most experienced nurse to the Callisto with injuries."
 
Jasmine paused again to take a sip of sweet tea, her blue eyes watching the two over the rim of her cup as she did so. "In an ideal situation, all of these holes would be filled by a crew replenishment from Alpha but that wasn't the hand of cards we were dealt.  We were told we need to make do with what we have and that's what we'll do. On a scale of mild inconvenience to Romulan War-esque personnel crisis, this is fairly minor but still inconvenient. With that in mind, that's why I called y'all here. I'm asking everyone in the department to do their part in covering these holes and will slowly be having meetings with everyone to encourage people to step up as needed. However, some are in better positions to step up than others, like you two."
 
Her blue eyes stopped shifting between the two officers to fall fully onto Ensign Mayfair. "Ensign Mayfair, I would like to see you step up and assume the role of Head Nurse. Nurse Ruston had nothing but glowing reviews for you, despite her rather prickly demeanor suggesting otherwise, and you were her suggestion as, at least, a temporary replacement. I think based on your performance and your willingness to accept and act on criticism that this is a logical next step in your career progression. I understand there are nurses with more experience and seniority in the department but frankly, being Head Nurse isn't just a title nor is it a designation for the "best" or most experienced nurse. Being Head Nurse requires a level of organization, leadership and foresight that a number of our nurses do not possess, probably because they're too busy gossiping to consider how they could improve beyond their medical skills. I think that's a skill set that you can provide, maybe not immediately as I do expect growing pains, but I believe you can grow into the position and into the challenges before you."
 
"As for you, Midshipman Sydesh, I would like you to see you step up within 1st shift. Doctor R is still present on 1st shift as the lead doctor but as both of you know, he is also lead surgeon and is often called off the floor to deal with urgent surgeries. I will be stepping in to assist with surgeries as I am able, much like I have in the past, but the fact of the matter is that he can't head triage, oversee rounds and preform surgeries. Nor should he have try. You have done a very good job of listening to my concerns and addressing them and I'd like to see that growth continue as you take on more responsibilities. When Doctor R is called off the floor, I want to see you take charge of it. When he is not present, it is your triage and your clinic so treat it as such. With the exception of surgeries, I will be in the department if you find yourself in over your head, which is entirely normal. We also have some very experienced PAs that can and will assist -- don't be afraid to ask for help or advice. It is literally why some of our very experienced support staff is there and that goes for both of you as begin taking on more responsibilities."
 
Her blue eyes shifted between them once more and sensing that there were likely questions or concerns, she held up her hand to stall them. "One more thing and then, we can address whatever questions or concerns there may be."
 
"I would be doing each of you a disservice if I provided you with greater responsibilities without providing you with the tools and means to successfully complete those duties. As such, Ensign Mayfair, I am happy to report that I have been given permission to present you with what I feel is the appropriate rank for bossing busy body nurses around," the CMO stated, setting a small black velvet box containing black pip on the desk in front of Mayfair. The black box hadn't been sitting on the desk nor had there been a moment where it looked like Tyrol had been digging for it in her desk. 
 
The black haired doctor was silent for a moment to allow the purple haired nurse a chance to take the news in. It hadn't been that long since the young woman was promoted to ensign but that had been a delayed promotion held up by all of the red tape that had followed the battle with the Borg. This promotion was based on the abilities and experience she had displayed with the Talaxians but also was a bit of a bet on her potential. Jasmine suspected that Lieutenant JG might not be enough to calm the pettiness of some nurses but it provided the authority to squash a lot of the potential issues.
 
"MIdshipman Sydesh, I don't feel it is fair to ask a midshipman to take charge of a medical floor nor do I think the rank of midshipman reflects the strives you have made in your professional development. As such, I am very happy to present you with your first shiny pip," she said as she placed another magically appearing box in front of Sydesh. "Now, I would be failing in my duties as your boss if I did not remind you that with that pip -- or really, any new pip --," she glanced at Mayfair briefly," comes greater responsibilities and expectations. There are a lot of mistakes and errors that a midshipman can stumble through with little repercussion beyond "don't do that again" because it's expected that midshipman will have growing pains and will make mistakes but once you put that pip on, that free pass is gone. Mistakes are still okay but they can't be blamed on "I didn't know" anymore so just remember that," Tyrol advised with a small, understanding smile.
 
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#55 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22102.20 @ 17:33 (05:33 PM)

Robin sat down, aware that she was being too formal. The thought made her feel even more awkward, and she was sure Doctor Tyrol saw right through her, but thankfully the CMO was an absolute professional and gave no indication. It was one of the things the young Ensign knew she had to work on. The officers on the Artemis weren't swaggering martinets... in fact, they were sometimes uncomfortably (at least for Robin) informal. It wasn't how she was raised, and definitely wasn't something she'd experienced at the Academy, where the instructors and officers could be ridiculously hard-headed and stuffy. 

 

Doctor Tyrol discussed the personnel losses in the Pathfinder Expedition. She hadn't been aware just how bad they'd been. The Artemis had gotten off easy, all things considered. "However, two of the loses were fairly more significant. The USS Scott lost their senior doctor and with how young the rest of their staff was, it was decided that Doctor Morthun, the lead doctor on third shift, would be moved over to the Scott to augment their total lack of experience. As such, I have requested that Doctor McConnelly be moved to third shift to take over the leadership there. Additionally, Head Nurse Ruston was sent to the USS Nike, who had a similar crisis of experience within its nursing corps after they were forced to send their two most experienced nurse to the Callisto with injuries. In an ideal situation, all of these holes would be filled by a crew replenishment from Alpha but that wasn't the hand of cards we were dealt.  We were told we need to make do with what we have and that's what we'll do. On a scale of mild inconvenience to Romulan War-esque personnel crisis, this is fairly minor but still inconvenient. With that in mind, that's why I called y'all here. I'm asking everyone in the department to do their part in covering these holes and will slowly be having meetings with everyone to encourage people to step up as needed. However, some are in better positions to step up than others, like you two."
 
Ruston is being transferred? She hadn't mentioned it to me. 'Course, she didn't say much to me at all except when she needed something done. I wonder who they're going to get to fill that job. Ensign Broward, maybe? She's been cozying up to Ruston ever since I got here. She wasn't looking forward to that... Broward, while not overtly hostile, definitely wasn't Robin's #1 fan. She was more than a bit of a gossip, even for Sickbay staff, and Robin's augmented hearing had picked up more than a few harsh words coming from the nurse when she thought she wasn't being overheard. She sighed inwardly. Third shift, here I come. 

 

"Ensign Mayfair, I would like to see you step up and assume the role of Head Nurse. Nurse Ruston had nothing but glowing reviews for you, despite her rather prickly demeanor suggesting otherwise, and you were her suggestion as, at least, a temporary replacement. I think based on your performance and your willingness to accept and act on criticism that this is a logical next step in your career progression. I understand there are nurses with more experience and seniority in the department but frankly, being Head Nurse isn't just a title nor is it a designation for the "best" or most experienced nurse. Being Head Nurse requires a level of organization, leadership and foresight that a number of our nurses do not possess, probably because they're too busy gossiping to consider how they could improve beyond their medical skills. I think that's a skill set that you can provide, maybe not immediately as I do expect growing pains, but I believe you can grow into the position and into the challenges before you."

 

Wait, what? HEAD NURSE?!? 

 

To say that Robin was shocked was putting it mildly. Even if it turned out to be temporary it was something that she hadn't expected for years. Maybe on a small scout or science vessel with a crew under a hundred and a sickbay of ten. But on the Artemis, an expedition flagship and possibly the most advanced ship in Star Fleet? And at Ruston's recommendation? 

 

Doctor Tyrol addressed Beka, and the purple-eyed nurse was a bit thankful as it gave her a moment to process what she had just been told. Her friend was being given responsibility for 1st shift when the Head Doctor was in surgery or otherwise busy... which he usually was. It was a serious responsibility, and a sign that Beka's talents were being recognized. She'd been so hard on herself, so convinced that the officers on the ship saw her only as a screw up. This was validation, and Robin was as happy for her as she was for herself. She'd stepped up on the Colony, leading the medical team during some very trying situations, and then had a large responsibility for the progress the Talaxians had made on their medical facility. She had shown she could both act in a crisis and lead when building something up from almost nothing. 

 

But the hits kept coming. 

 

Doctor Tyrol set a small black black velvet box on her desk as she turned back to Robin, opened to reveal a single black pip. "I would be doing each of you a disservice if I provided you with greater responsibilities without providing you with the tools and means to successfully complete those duties. As such, Ensign Mayfair, I am happy to report that I have been given permission to present you with what I feel is the appropriate rank for bossing busy body nurses around."

 

Wait, what? Lieutenant?!?

 

The nurse had only been an Ensign for a short time. She'd been promoted the day the Artemis made contact with the Talaxians, but the recommendation had apparently been made after the battle with the Borg Megasphere. It had just taken time to go through. This was sudden, something that she hadn't been expecting a sign that she was being noticed by higher-ups, and that they saw potential in her. It was also a sign that they expected her to step up to that responsibility. 

 

Robin smiled happily. "Thank you so much, Doctor! I won't let you down." And she meant it, feeling more confident in herself than she ever had before. "And I'll remember."

 

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Posted Star Date 22102.21 @ 00:52 (12:52 AM)

The awkward silence as the door closed behind Beka didn’t last long as Robin arrived too. The redhead was extremely glad of her friend’s arrival - from the CMO’s expression, it seemed the Midshipman still had some work to do on when to be formal and when not. 
 
I’ll get the hang of it she thought, refusing to beat herself up over it. Just have to watch others and how they act to get a read for how to handle situations. It’s a new thing, I’ll figure it out. There are much worse things to get wrong. I should know...
 
"You both can relax and please, take a seat," Jasmine said.
 
Sydesh was only too happy to do so. She settled quickly, letting herself relax, taking a lead from the disarmingly calm Tyrol. 
 
I’m not in trouble. That’s a good sign! One of the few positives of having exasperated her before is at least I can see the signs now.
 
As the raven-haired Commander spoke, Beka listened intently. She knew that the Pathfinder Expedition was several ships, having had plenty of contact with them and spent some time aboard Luna and Jupiter over leave. But it was still easy to get caught up in an Artemis-focused bubble. The impromptu briefing was a reminder just how important it was that the ships acted together, covering each other where needed.
 
“With that in mind, that's why I called y'all here. I'm asking everyone in the department to do their part in covering these holes and will slowly be having meetings with everyone to encourage people to step up as needed. However, some are in better positions to step up than others, like you two."
 
OK, here we go! For a moment there I really thought she was about to transfer us. Glad that that’s not the case though. It was a rough start but I’m really happy here. Even if I am checking around every corner for another melodramatic Nathan apology.
 
Hearing Robin had made Head Nurse brought a warm smile to Beka’s face. She had half-reached out to fist-bump her friend before catching herself and pulling her arm back quickly. 
 
You go girl! the redhead thought. Nothing seemed to phase Robin, and she was so capable of putting people at ease and marshalling support wherever it was needed. Head Nurse was a big title to take on but there was no-one better suited to it. 
 
"As for you, Midshipman Sydesh…”
 
Beka braced herself, but it became clear very quickly that she had been wrong again about how the rest of the crew thought of her. At first she was taken aback by the new responsibilities, but very quickly a smile spread across her face as a spark danced in her eyes. Few people loved a challenge more than she did and already her mind was racing with the possibilities that this one offered her. 
 
Damn, I did not see this coming. My floor… Holy **** is that going to upset a lot of people. **** ‘em all. I’m ready and I’m gonna show the boss that I am absolutely the right person for this.
 
"One more thing and then, we can address whatever questions or concerns there may be."
 
The CMO’s words settled Sydesh back down in the chair. There were so many questions on her lips but she obliged the senior officer and bided her time. 
 
When Robin became Lieutenant Junior Grade Mayfair, this time Beka couldn’t resist, and she leant over to clap her friend affectionately on the shoulder. The redhead couldn’t have been more pleased for the Augment, who was certainly giving the bird to the gossip mills with her performance. 
 
Then Jasmine’s blue eyes moved across to the Midshipman. And just like that, with a gold pip nestling in the black fabric, she wasn’t a Middie any more. Ensign Sydesh drew in a deep breath and let it out in a sigh that only hinted at the sheer relief she felt rushing through her veins. She took the box and leant back in her chair, the praise ringing in her ears.
 
"Now, I would be failing in my duties as your boss if I did not remind you that with that pip -- or really, any new pip --," Tyrol glanced at Mayfair briefly, "comes greater responsibilities and expectations. There are a lot of mistakes and errors that a midshipman can stumble through with little repercussion beyond "don't do that again" because it's expected that midshipman will have growing pains and will make mistakes but once you put that pip on, that free pass is gone. Mistakes are still okay but they can't be blamed on "I didn't know" anymore so just remember that.”
 
"Thank you so much, Doctor! I won't let you down." There was a big happy smile all across Robin’s face as she spoke. "And I'll remember."
 
Beka closed the box with a grin. In a nod to the CMO’s sleight of hand with the boxes, the newly-minted Ensign had swapped her pips over with her own display of lightning-fast dexterity when Jasmine had been looking the other way. 
 
“I can’t tell you what this means to me,” the redhead said. “Not just the promotion, awesome as that is, but the faith you’ve put in me. It’s up to me now to show you that you made the right call. And you better believe I’ll give it my all to do that.” 
 
There was no hint of nervousness in her voice, Sydesh’s confidence shining through bright and clear. She was under no illusions about what she had to do and how much she had to learn. But nobody had gained more from the shore leave period than she had. With the time to refocus and good advice from Tyrol, Braggins, Coleman, McKenna, Golat and even her roommate Okehampton, she felt ready in a way that would have seemed impossible not that long ago.
 

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#57 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22102.22 @ 23:40 (11:40 PM)

Beka gave Robin a clap on the shoulder, causing the young nurse to smile further and give her friend a nod. Doctor Tyrol had a pip for Beka as well. Her well-deserved promotion to Ensign. She was impressed when Beka swapped out her pip with lightning speed the moment the CMO's eyes turned from her. Impressive. Don't think I could have pulled that off. 

 

Robin wasn't going to try. She'd put her new black pip on after Doctor Tyrol was finished. Honestly she wasn't sure of the decorum for these situations. Her mind was still reeling from the early promotion, and she was worried panic would set in after the high had worn off. 

 

“I can’t tell you what this means to me,” the redhead said. “Not just the promotion, awesome as that is, but the faith you’ve put in me. It’s up to me now to show you that you made the right call. And you better believe I’ll give it my all to do that.” 
 

She will, no doubt. And me too. They're going to be expecting me to be worthy of the promotion and the title, or that temporary part will be just that. Temporary. 

 

She was still happy beyond belief, but the weight of her new responsibilities hit her. There were going to be quite a few on the nursing staff who would resent her over it, and the nurse knew that she would just have to deal with it. And them. She hadn't gotten many of the dirty looks and snide comments on the Artemis that she had in the Academy, but this was bound to throw fuel on that fire. Oh well. 

 

You can't afford to be Little-Miss-Sunshine anymore. Part of your job will be to stop problems from reaching the CMO, to deal with the office politics and issues of the nurses before they become problems. But Doctor Tyrol thinks you can do it, and so does Nurse Ruston. (The newly-minted Lieutenant Junior Grade was still floored by that.)  And I don't think I'm going to be able to mimic Ruston's 'bother-me-and-I'll-destroy-you' style of management. Well, that's a problem for Future Robin. Right now I'm just going to enjoy this.

 

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Posted Star Date 22102.26 @ 03:53 (03:53 AM)

Jasmine offered a smile as both newly promoted officers assured her that not only was her faith not misplaced but that they would rise to meet her expectations. Over the years of being first a senior enlisted marine before clawing her way into the officer ranks within the green cartel, she had had the privilege of promote many enlisted and officers and it was one of the tasks she had enjoyed. Yes, sometimes promoting people meant elevating an ******* that would let power go to their head -- it was an unfortunately unavoidable part of service because there were power tripping idiots in every field -- but there was nothing quite like seeing someone glow with the knowledge that not only did someone believe in them but someone trusted them enough to give them a chance to prove themselves further. In this instance, there would be inevitable growing pains but they were not insurmountable for either officer., or she hoped. 

 

"I have complete faith that both of you will live up to my expectations and will not let me down," the raven haired doctor reassured both of them with a smile before becoming a little more serious. "I want to meet with both of you in about a week to check in on how you are adapting to the new responsibilities and whether any adjustments need to be made."

 

"In the mean time, my door is always open if you need advice or have concerns. This will be a big adjustment and there will be speed bumps -- that is to be expected -- but communication is how we keep the speed bumps from becoming catastrophic mishaps."

 

The CMO shifted forward in her chair, folding her hands on her desk. "Now, before I release you to begin diving into your new responsibilities and wielding that new authority, do y'all have any questions for me?"


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Posted Star Date 22102.26 @ 23:48 (11:48 PM)

"Now, before I release you to begin diving into your new responsibilities and wielding that new authority, do y'all have any questions for me?"
 
Doctor Tyrol's accent always reminded Robin of home. It was a bittersweet feeling. 
 
Questions? Nothing related to the position, and nothing that won't make me sound like an underconfident cadet. And that's not what she's looking for. 
 
Truth was, for all the butterflies in her stomach over suddenly being promoted and given the Head Nurse position, Robin wasn't flying completely blind. She'd worked under numerous Head Nurses during her time at the Academy, and Ruston had been a good model... a cantankerous one, to be sure, but a skilled department head. The newly-minted Lieutenant JG was confident in her ability to manage the organizational part of the job just fine; she was very good at that. And she she had a good sense of foresight, having often been able to spot a problem before it happened and to predict the needs of doctors. That wasn't what worried her. It was the 'leadership' part of the job. And that could only be learned through experience, both good and bad.
 
All right, she thought. Time to step up. If the Doctor thinks you can do it, you can do it. 
 
She shook her head and merely said "No, Doctor. No questions." And, surprisingly enough to herself she felt reasonably confident as she said it. 

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Posted Star Date 22102.27 @ 22:52 (10:52 PM)

Beka was doing her best to listen to Jasmine, but there was a significant part of her that was still at the new shiny pip is shiny! stage. She’d been so fixated on earning that pip that now the moment had come and she had it on her collar, she needed to convince herself it was real and then refocus her sights. 
 
I mean, the idea of throwing orders around in the middle of Sickbay is a little daunting sat here, but it’s not like I haven’t done it before. Big difference this time would be, I’ve actually got the authority and position that I didn’t on any of the previous occasions. It’s a pretty perfect set up to show I’m worthy of both this pip and then getting the next one. She smiled to herself. Typical me. I’ve been an Ensign for 11 seconds and I’m already eyeing up JG!
 
"Now, before I release you to begin diving into your new responsibilities and wielding that new authority, do y'all have any questions for me?" the CMO asked.
 
"No, Doctor. No questions." It was Robin who spoke first.
 
“Erm…” Sydesh shrugged over-dramatically, broad shoulders rising. “So many. But frankly nothing I don’t already know the answer to, ma’am. I just hope I don’t make you regret that open door is all.” She smiled broadly, still very much enjoying the moment.
 

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Posted Star Date 22103.04 @ 02:25 (02:25 AM)

Mayfair spoke up first, providing the answer that Tyrol honestly expected. After all, neither had expected this development and likely would need time to process it before the weight of the pips and the gravity of their new responsibilities were fully felt. More than likely, she'd be fielding questions from both of them in no time but for now, she was content to let them bask in the warmth of accomplishment.

 

“Erm…” Sydesh shrugged over-dramatically, broad shoulders rising. “So many. But frankly nothing I don’t already know the answer to, ma’am. I just hope I don’t make you regret that open door is all.”

 

The CMO offered a rare grin. "If you do, I'll just stop answering the door so I wouldn't worry about that," she quipped before letting the grin settle back into a more natural smile.

 

"Well, since you both have a handle on your new ranks and positions, I will release you back into the wild to get right to work. But... as I said, if you need anything, y'all know where to find me," Jasmine reminded, even as she made a motion signaling that they were both dismissed.


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Posted Star Date 22103.04 @ 21:21 (09:21 PM)

"Thank you, Doctor." Robin stood up and waited a moment for Beka before leaving. When the door closed she stood there for a moment, before she gave her friend a mock shocked look. "Well, that was unexpected," she said to the redhead. She stared at the small case in her hand before taking the black pip out of it and pinning it to her uniform. "Guess it's official, now. High five, Ensign." She held up her hand as she smiled at her newly-promoted friend. 


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#63 Ens Beka Sydesh

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Posted Star Date 22103.05 @ 00:06 (12:06 AM)

"If you do, I'll just stop answering the door so I wouldn't worry about that.”
 
Beka couldn’t stop herself laughing at that as Jasmine actually grinned back at her.
 
"Well, since you both have a handle on your new ranks and positions, I will release you back into the wild to get right to work. But... as I said, if you need anything, y'all know where to find me," the CMO said, even as she gave the universal signal to dismiss the two young officers. 
 
“Yes ma’am.” Sydesh rose and gave a rough facsimile of a salute, tongue firmly in cheek, before taking the hint and following Mayfair out of the door.
 
The new promotees paused as the door to the CMO’s office slid closed. Robin took the chance to slip her second pip into position, as Beka raised her hands to her face and let out the breath that she didn’t realise she was holding in.
 
"Well, that was unexpected," the new Head Nurse said. "Guess it's official, now. High five, Ensign."
 
Beka chuckled and gave her friend ‘five up high’.
 
“High five, Lieutenant,” she replied with a wry smile. “I’d kinda resigned myself to another mission at Middie, I really had. So to get this after all, and to actually be trusted with a step up in responsibilities… No, I wasn’t expecting that.”
 
She shook her head and laughed softly to herself.
 
“Well, I’ve talked a good fight. Now it’s time to put up or shut up. And frankly we both know I’m completely incapable of shutting up, so here goes nothing.” A grin on her lips, she paused. “After a celebratory coffee though.”
 
“So how does it feel to be Head Nurse, Empress of all she surveys?” Beka teased gently. “How long before you have to start batting back bribes to swap shifts?”
 

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#64 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22103.05 @ 01:11 (01:11 AM)

“Well, I’ve talked a good fight. Now it’s time to put up or shut up. And frankly we both know I’m completely incapable of shutting up, so here goes nothing.” A grin on her lips, Beka paused. “After a celebratory coffee though.”
 
“So how does it feel to be Head Nurse, Empress of all she surveys?” Beka teased gently. “How long before you have to start batting back bribes to swap shifts?”
 
"Beka, you've already been putting up." She paused. "Wait, that didn't sound right. Anyway, they've noticed. Doctor Tyrol in particular, I think. All of your work on the Talaxian Colony, how you handled the chaos on the asteroid, it shows them that you have the makings of a great officer as well as a fine doctor. They're looking for growth, and you've done that. I mean, you heard what she said to me, 'willingness to accept and act on criticism.' That goes for you too. You've done that. I'm sure you're going to get that black pip soon. I have faith."
 
The purple-haired nurse sighed. "As to the bribery, in an hour, actually. The shift's almost over and 2nd shift will be wandering in soon enough. I figure I'll call both shift's nurses together and break the news, and then come in early and let 3rd shift know. That should catch most everyone, or at least those who're on today. I figure it's better than roping everyone in for a staff meeting just to tell them I'm the new boss. As to how it feels... well, I'm not sure yet. I'll let you know. Hopefully I won't be a gibbering wreck tomorrow."
 
She paused again, sorting out her thoughts. It still felt unreal. She had been out of the Academy for only a few months, but they'd been a whirlwind. The battle with the Borg where she'd nearly been killed, and several Artemis medical staff and patients had died, not thirty feet from where she and Beka were standing. Weeks of endless shifts as she helped patients with radiation burns, missing limbs, vacuum exposure and all sorts of other horrors of war. The slipstream collapse, the Talaxians who had been attacked on their colony, the Kazon in the Isolation Bay, and helping to put the new Talaxian Colony's medical system together and train their staff. And now she was suddenly the Head Nurse of the most advanced ship in the fleet. 
 
But you CAN do this, farm girl, she thought, pushing herself to be confident. You took charge, sort of, when the hull was breached and there were no doctors or senior nurses available. OK, it was maybe ten minutes. And sure, you were starting to freak out from the stress and fear, but you did it. Doctor Tyrol thinks you can, so believe it yourself. 
 
"And coffee sounds great." 

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Posted Star Date 22103.08 @ 14:11 (02:11 PM)

==One week later==

 

It was an average day in the Artemis' Sickbay; routine appointments mostly, a few bumps and scrapes from those in the Engineering and Security professions, but nothing major. The latest Midshipmen to report were doing inventory, supervised by recently-promoted junior officers as part of their continued training, when the ship seemed to buck like a burned mule, sending supplies clattering to the floor and those unfortunate enough to be standing sprawling.

 

The lights flickered briefly, then restored themselves. Whatever had happened, the ship was no longer at warp.


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#66 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22103.09 @ 00:46 (12:46 AM)

== Current time ==

 

Robin leaned back in her chair at the Nurse's Station and then stretched her arms over her head, trying to get a little blood flowing. She'd been going through the personnel records of the nurses she was now responsible for, trying to get a read on her new staff. They were an interesting lot, as the new Head Nurse knew. She just hadn't known how interesting. She eyed the notes on her terminal that her predecessor, Nurse Ruston, had written. Ruston's style was as blunt as she had expected, cynical and often raw. She'd written some advice for Robin in addition to the brusque "You'll do fine" pep-talk she had given before departing. 

 

She read silently to herself: "Girald and Pentrex Keh: Under no circumstances should these two hotheads be on a shift together. Each thinks they run sickbay, and they loathe each other. Keskatoth is having an affair with Redmont, and they think no one knows. I had to reprimand both for making out in the supply closet last month. Keep them on separate shifts. Broward is a decent nurse but is far too much of a gossip, even for Sickbay. I like Nalar (don't tell him I wrote that), but he needs to tone down the cheerful friendliness and show some restraint."

 

The notes went on, giving a bit of advice or scuttlebutt about every nurse in the Medical Complex. She smiled as she continued reading. "Don't think you're off the hook, Mayfair. You're too timid and want to get along with everyone. You can't. I think you've got the makings of a good officer and a great nurse, but in this job you're going to upset people. You have to, so don't be afraid to stand up."

 

I know, I know. She's not saying anything I haven't figured out. But knowing it and doing it are two different things. 

 

She had already had a minor dust-up with one of her nurses when she refused to change the duty schedule. And her meeting with the nursing staff had been mixed. Some well-wishing, some shock, a lot of she's just a kid looks, and a few glares of near-open hostility. Broward in particular had been shooting daggers out of her eyes. If she was psionic she probably would have set me on fire with her mind. Robin expected trouble from her, but so far had gotten nothing but cold compliance with orders. She had known Broward wanted the job, but had underestimated just how much. She had been giving Doctor Tyrol the same nasty looks, but only behind her back. 

 

The purple-haired nurse yawned, stretched again, and got up. Sickbay had been quiet, the usual bumps and bruises and complaints. The two Midshipmen doing inventory should have been almost done, but they were running slow. She turned to go talk to them when the ship lurched. Robin grabbed the chair she had been siting in and tried to steady herself, a bad idea as it twisted and she nearly fell anyway. Nalar, who had been scanning a patient with a nasty purple bruise on her left arm, fell over with a curse that Robin hadn't expected from the jovial Bolian. His patient, thankfully, stayed on the biobed, gripping it tightly.

 

The lights flickered briefly, but came on in a moment. The young Augment had a flashback to when the Artemis had been forced out of Slipstream, but this wasn't nearly as bad. So far the bridge hadn't even sounded an alert, though she was expecting it. I will never get used to that. All right, time for business. 

 

"Everyone? I need the nurses and orderlies front and center unless you're attending to a patient." She waited a few moments while the on-duty staff gathered. "Is anyone injured? Nalar? How are ya' doing?" The Bolian smiled and waved her off, more embarrassed than anything else. "I'm not sure what that was, but we're probably going to have at least some casualties. Keskatoth, would you take Nurse's Reception? Nalar, you and I will work triage with the doctor on duty. Midshipman Cavelos, since you were already doing inventory, distribute medkits to everyone." She paused, considering. 

 

Until patients start coming in or the ship goes on alert I'm not going to go overboard. Got to remember... these people know their jobs. Let them do them. 

 

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Posted Star Date 22103.10 @ 00:18 (12:18 AM)

== Current timeline ==
 
“OK, clench your hand for me,” Beka said to her patient, watching closely as he went through the basic motions at her direction before nodding. “I think we’re done. Next time, be careful around unsecured hatches, alright?” she chided gently. “Remember the golden rule. Don’t shove your hand where you wouldn’t shove your dick.”
 
The junior engineer looked at her wide-eyed, before there was a loud snort and Midshipman Marini burst out laughing behind her. The patient looked uncomfortable and murmured his thanks before he took his leave.
 
“So Ensign, which manual was that gem in?” Marini asked. He had transferred over from the Phlox and ended up under Sydesh’s watchful eye, keen to impress as an emergency medic. He came with a reputation but much to his chagrin the redhead was completely immune to any of his attempts to charm her. She was, though, a surprisingly patient teacher so far.
 
“The one you don’t get to see until after you’ve been in practice a few years,” Beka threw back with a grin. “Shock therapy, Sydesh style. That one will stick with him and next time, he’ll think twice. Now, are you OK with those settings on the osteogenic stimulator? Metacarpal bones are tricky, you really have to be careful about setting them right before you fuse them together.”
 
“I think so. It’s the manipulation and keeping them in place that’s hard,” he replied. 
 
“Yeah, which is why you don’t try and do it solo,” she said. “I get that you’re keen. Believe me, I was exactly the same and it really wasn’t that long ago. But some procedures are still multi-crew jobs and that’s one of them. If you need help, ask. Whether it’s me or one of Lieutenant Mayfair’s nurses, nobody will bat an eyelid if you ask for help. We’ll think a lot less of you if you bodge the job because you’re being stubborn, though.”
 
Marini nodded. 
 
“Got it,” he said simply.
 
“Good. Clean down for me, let’s see what’s going on out on the floor,” the Ensign said, as she headed out of the bay and back into Sickbay proper.
 
The last week had been an eye-opening one for Beka, as she got to grips with what was expected of her now. Both Doctor Tyrol and Doctor R had made it clear they expected her to step up. She’d certainly done so on the Talaxian asteroid and then again in her work on New Talax. But the redhead was finding it much harder to be consistent in the relative monotony of space travel. She was at her best in the teeth of a crisis, assessing situations quickly, making clear-headed judgment calls and carrying others with her. Without the pressure it was much harder to avoid second-guessing herself, and the other medical staff had the time to ask why they were supposed to be taking orders from an Ensign when she took the floor. 
 
Sydesh had worked hard to overcome the poor first impression she’d made, and she had won over a good few of the team. But she had been a polarising figure her entire life and that wasn’t about to change now. For every nod of encouragement and word of advice she received, there was a terse exchange and a scowl of disapproval. To her credit she wasn’t letting it get her down. These days she was a lot calmer and much more difficult to upset, and she took it all in her stride. 
 
When the deck suddenly lurched underfoot, old instincts from her days on freighters kicked in and Beka steadied herself quickly. 
 
****, now what? That was rough… Not quite New Talax rough but close enough!
 
She looked around, green eyes taking in the prone forms of a few light falls but thankfully nothing too major. There was no sign of Tyrol or R at the moment so the doctors were looking to her for instructions.
 
As Robin took the initiative and started to call out instructions to the nurses, Beka took a deep breath to calm herself and then did likewise. 
 
“OK. No idea what that was, but we know the drill.” Her voice rang out clearly. “We can expect falls and blunt force injuries coming in from across the ship, and likely we’ll see some walking wounded through the door. Response teams to ready status please. Yes, Hreidarsson, that means you. If you’ve not got a patient currently, move to triage. Otherwise, let’s keep going for now.”
 
She tapped her commbadge. 
 
“Sickbay to on-call medics. Be on alert in case we need you. Anyone needs help, call us please.”
 
Closing the channel, Sydesh looked around again before heading to a terminal to see if she could access the video feeds from outside the ship, get some kind of feel for what was going on.
 
== GM input please - can we get started with any walking wounded? ==
 

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Posted Star Date 22103.11 @ 14:43 (02:43 PM)

The first patients began to arrive quickly, bumps and bruises for the most part. One casualty of interest was a member of the Galley staff who had been badly scaled on his face and arms by a pot of boiling water that had been sent flying.

 

In addition to the walking wounded, requests for a decontamination team to treat mild to medium radiation exposure was received.


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Posted Star Date 22103.14 @ 02:43 (02:43 AM)

[Crawford to Sickbay. We are experiencing neutron radiation spikes across the ship --they are currently being contained by force fields but we likely will begin seeing leakage if this continues. Please begin preparing radiation treatments and see if we have any information regarding neutron radiation exposure.]


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#70 LCdr Jasmine Tyrol {Crawford}

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Posted Star Date 22103.14 @ 03:16 (03:16 AM)

Despite the shake up in personnel, things had been going well in the medical department as the Artemis had moved along on its survey. There had been a few hiccups as there always were when people were asked to step up and fill bigger shoes but nothing that had caused much more than a sigh and an eye roll from the former marine. And as was always the case, some caught on much faster than others and others needed boots to the *** to take the needed step forward, like Ensign Deville. Jasmine still wasn't certain what R saw in the young doctor but he had been adamant that Deville begin assisting with surgeries with the hopes that Deville would not only share in the surgery load but likely take over some of R's case load so that he could enjoy other areas of medicine, like he had before he had become their primary surgeon. At this moment, Deville was taking the lead on a rather routine appendectomy and when Jasmine had seen the young man disappear into the surgical suite to begin prep for the surgery, he had looked less like a confident doctor and more like a lost puppy that needed a savior. She could only hope he wasn't the one giving the patient the pre-op brief...
 
Jasmine was just moving towards the replicator to refill her glass of sweet iced tea when the deck lurched under foot, sending Jasmine nearly over the edge of her desk and her empty glass bouncing across the floor. It felt like the Artemis had ground to a complete stop like a gear with a wrench thrown into it and the lack of vibrations through the deck plating seemed to confirm that. There was a second instinct to contact the bridge for some sort of status report but she could only imagine the chaos ensuing up-stairs at the moment.
 
Instead, the raven haired doctor made her way to her door way, half expecting her doors to fail to open before feeling relief as they yawned open. Her blue eyes shifted back in forth as she moved into the door way, hearing the sounds of a clinical floor being rallied to readiness by what sounded like Sydesh. She was just starting to push herself out of the door way in that direction when her eyes fell on the entrance to the line of surgery suites, where a surgery should have been in progress when the lurch happened. And if she had concerns about Deville's steadiness on the best of days...
 
It was probably in record time that she cleared the steps from her office into the initial observation area for the line of surgical suites. Suites 1 and 2 were dark while Suites 3 and 4 were lit. Suite 3 was empty and suite 4 was... covered in blood. Or at least, part of the wall was. 
 
She was pushing open the door to the suite before she could even begin the automatic calculations regarding the amount of blood she was seeing. Hell, she didn't even take the time to puzzle over the fact that there was no patient present in the room; in fact, there was no one present but a very bloody and pale Deville.
 
On more than one occasion, Jasmine had been accused of "marining" her way through a medical situation but there was something to be said for instinctive initial reactions that saved time and were effective albeit uncivilized. In fact, Jasmine would argue that the fact that she stopped for a glove before digging the fingers of her dominate hand into Deville's gaping wound on his arm and occluding his artery meant she wasn't an entire barbarian. And it wasn't like she had neglected the fact that she was in a room stocked for bleeding control and had gone for something as archaic as battlefield wound packing. No, she was, at least, trying to figure out a way to get to the room's stock of supplies without giving up the one thing keeping the blood in the young man's body.
 
She didn't even have a chance to call for help before Nurse Collister, who had been assigned to Deville's surgery, had had the same thought to check on him. Her horror at the sight hadn't stopped her from immediately jumping to the CMO's aid. They had the bleeding under control as efficiently as possible and began to assess the young doctor for signs of shock while also trying to figure out how the Hell he had managed to slice the forearm of his left arm open so effectively and cleanly. 
 
It was as they were debating on how to get the young man up onto the surgical bed that Jasmine happened to look up, noting that one of the surgical suite's large laser apparatuses was out of its storage position. Likely Deville had been in the process of testing it in preparation for the upcoming surgery and no matter how good Star Fleet safe guards were, she doubted they were quick enough to account for such a sudden movement. As bad as Deville's injury was, it was just fortunate that the patient hadn't been on the table for the small inch incision needed for the appendectomy or else they likely would have gotten a nice 'y' incision more suited to the morgue. 
 
"Go get R... discreetly," Jasmine requested of Collister once they'd gotten Deville onto the table. "We've got a surprise surgery to do now..."
 
== TBC ==

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#71 Ens Beka Sydesh

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Posted Star Date 22103.14 @ 22:24 (10:24 PM)

When the first patients started to arrive, Beka had to really fight her urge to get involved and start treating them herself. Being a supervisor of sorts didn’t sit well with her but those were her orders. With no sign of R or Tyrol, and something affecting the ship, she had to stay able to respond. 
 
[Crawford to Sickbay. We are experiencing neutron radiation spikes across the ship - they are currently being contained by force fields but we likely will begin seeing leakage if this continues. Please begin preparing radiation treatments and see if we have any information regarding neutron radiation exposure.]
 
Sydesh swore under her breath. Neutron radiation was serious stuff, quite capable of inducing radioactivity in bodily tissue and spreading rapidly. She sighed and tapped her badge to respond. 
 
“Sickbay to Bridge. Understood Captain, we’ll set up isolation and decontamination chambers down here.” 
 
As she closed the channel, the redhead looked around to try and figure out the best approach. Green eyes fell on the unoccupied medlabs, and their easily isolated systems.
 
Bingo.
 
Beka looked around for Robin, and then made a beeline for the head nurse. On the way she tapped her commbadge. 
 
“Sydesh to Hreidarsson. I’m shifting your team to mobile radiation treatment. Get the suits and the hyronalin out please,” she said.
 
[On whose authority?]
 
“Mine,” the redhead replied, her tone brooking no argument. “Don’t waste my time or yours trying to argue because it won’t work. Suit up.”
 
Prick. He wants a fight, I’ll give it to him when we’re not in the middle of a developing situation.
 
As things started to escalate, Beka started to feel the familiar thrill of adrenaline as it ran through her veins. She thrived in pressure situations and this had all the hallmarks of exactly that. That enthusiasm was always tempered by the understanding that it took other people suffering for her to really come into her own. Such was the lot of the emergency specialist, something she’d come to terms with eventually.
 
“Lieutenant Mayfair?” she asked, as she reached her friend. It felt strange to use Robin’s rank, but she was really trying to be more ‘Star Fleet’ than she had been, and she didn’t want to risk undermining her friend’s authority. “Can you spare me a couple of nurses please? We’re getting calls of neutron radiation exposure and I want to set up some decontamination chambers in the medlabs. I think that’s our best bet to isolate patients as much as possible. Hopefully Engineering get it under control before it spreads.”
 
== Tag Robin! ==
 

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#72 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22103.15 @ 13:28 (01:28 PM)

Keskatoth hadn't been sitting at the nurse's reception desk for a minute when the casualties began coming in. Thankfully, most had been minor, but as an ensign helped a scalded galley cook in the Saurian rose to her feet, running over to assist. "It's all right, we have you." The crewman had suffered significant burns over his face and arms by boiling water. The two helped the injured man over to a biobed in triage and got him up. The young crewman hissed in agony as he moved but was doing everything he could to put on a brave face. 

 

Robin resisted the urge to run over and begin helping. She reminded herself that it was now her job to coordinate the nursing staff, not jump in every time someone was suffering. And she hated that feeling, but truth was that her nurses were more than capable of handling the situation. The burns were bad, but could be treated fairly easily. Even as she watched a doctor stepped up to the patient, running a medical tricorder over his arms and face before issuing an order for pain medication to Keskatoth. The Saurian Middie hesitated for a moment and looked at Robin, unsure whether she should assist in treatment or ask someone else to do so and resume her station, but the purple-haired Lieutenant smiled and nodded at her. Keskatoth smiled (an unnerving sight on a Saurian) and ran over to the medication cabinet, eager to assist the burned man. 

 

Wow, that was me a couple months ago. 

 

The newly-promoted Head Nurse turned to one of her staff. "T'sen, would you please take over at Reception?" The young Vulcan had just finished with a patient with a minor fracture and was free for the moment. 

 

[Crawford to Sickbay. We are experiencing neutron radiation spikes across the ship - they are currently being contained by force fields but we likely will begin seeing leakage if this continues. Please begin preparing radiation treatments and see if we have any information regarding neutron radiation exposure.]

 

Oh boy. 

 

Neutron radiation was nasty, even as such things were measured. It was damaging in a much shorter dose than gamma or beta and could induce radioactivity in materials... and people. This was going to be a mess. The Artemis had isolation bays, but not enough if there was contamination all across the ship. Thankfully neutron radiation wasn't difficult to block with the right equipment (such as the force fields in the individual bays), but getting people in was going to be aproblem. 

 

She tapped her combadge. "Sickbay to all nursing staff. Report to your duty stations." This was going to be an all-hands-on-deck situation, and she'd need to get nurses assigned to teams and properly equipped for decontamination and treatment. 

 

Robin's friend Beka, herself newly promoted, was coordinating doctors. Doctor Tyrol had been in her office, but the nurse saw her heading towards the surgical bays. Uh oh. When she's moving like that it's something serious. Looks like you're in charge, Beka. 

 

The doctor responded to the Bridge's message, and then headed in Robin's direction. Even on the way the augment heard the response from Beka's combadge, [On whose authority?]. She rolled her eyes, disgusted by Doctor Hreidarsson's response. Even now some doctors seemed to be more interested in who was in charge rather than what needed to be done. Beka wasn't having any of it, though, and bludgeoned him with sheer force of personality. 

 

“Lieutenant Mayfair?” Beka said as she reached her friend. “Can you spare me a couple of nurses please? We’re getting calls of neutron radiation exposure and I want to set up some decontamination chambers in the medlabs. I think that’s our best bet to isolate patients as much as possible. Hopefully Engineering get it under control before it spreads.”

 

She was being formal, asking instead of ordering, and Robin appreciated it. Technically Robin outranked her, but ultimately it was the doctors who issued orders. Beka was showing respect. Robin smiled grimly at her and nodded. Being formal with rank came much easier to the young nurse than it did her wilder friend. She wondered sometimes if deference was baked into her DNA or if it was the result of her upbringing. "Of course, Doctor." 

 

The Head Nurse began mentally going over the list of nurses with the most experience with radiation and decontamination procedures. Unfortunately, the Artemis had lost several such people to crew transfers. Briefly she wished Ruston was still available, but as the saying went 'you fight the battle with the troops you have.' Robin and Nalar had both been aboard the Artemis for the battle with the Borg, and both had hard-won experience with radiation treatment and decontamination. Nurse Ito had experience in the same battle aboard a different ship. Gentry was a Midshipman, but was a specialist in decontamination procedures and was cross-trained in engineering. That'd do, to start.

 

"Nalar and Ito?" she called out. "Would you come over here?" The two nurses, a jovial Bolian and a rather tall Japanese woman with her hair in a bun, reported shortly. "I'll need the two of you to work with Doctor Sydesh in setting up decontamination chambers in the medlabs. If you need anyone else pull them in. Get yourself set up and pull radiation kits." 

 

She tapped her combadge again. "Mayfair to Gentry. When you get to Sickbay, please report to Doctor Sydesh." 

 

== Tag Beka ==


Edited by Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair, Star Date 22103.15 @ 13:33 (01:33 PM).

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#73 Ens Beka Sydesh

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Posted Star Date 22103.17 @ 00:29 (12:29 AM)

"Of course, Doctor."
 
Beka squeezed Robin’s arm in a gesture of thanks as the Head Nurse called over some reinforcements. 
 
I could kiss her for that right now. I wouldn’t have blamed her for keeping her people ready. But she’s given me a fighting chance.
 
"Mayfair to Gentry. When you get to Sickbay, please report to Doctor Sydesh."
 
For the most part it was pretty difficult to annoy the redhead these days. She still had her weaknesses though, and one of them was title. She’d worked incredibly hard to drag herself up through the Academy and medical school, and after all that work it mattered to her to be accorded the respect that came with being Doctor Sydesh. Her rank only ever seemed to come into the conversation when the other person wanted to score points and it bothered her more than she’d ever admit.
 
“Thanks Rob… Nurse Mayfair. I really appreciate it,” Beka said, her thin veneer of formality already showing cracks.
 
The Ensign turned to the two nurses.
 
“Appreciate your help,” she said. “I don’t think there’s any active experiments in the medlabs at the moment so I’m going to volunteer some of the orderlies to stow the equipment, assuming that jolt didn’t turn it all into shrapnel. Then we need to sterilise and set up the iso-chambers. There should be biobeds in there already but if not we can requisition from storage. There’s some down in the cargo bay, I had to inventory them whilst we were stocking up New Talax. If Engineering are busy, which is a given I think, I’m certified to install equipment so call me.” 
 
Sydesh paused, running her words through her head to try and remember if she’d forgotten anything. 
 
“No, I think that’s it,” she finished.  “As soon as I can I’ll be over anyway.”
 
As the nurses bustled off, she looked at Robin again.
 
“How’s triage looking?” Beka asked. “Do you need any back-up?”
 

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#74 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22103.17 @ 02:07 (02:07 AM)

“Thanks Rob… Nurse Mayfair. I really appreciate it." Robin chuckled lightly. The two of them had been friends for a while now, two middies at the bottom of the officer food chain. It was going to take getting used to. 
 
Beka gave instructions to the two nurses, who hurried off to comply. Robin was a bit relieved that they were following directions so well. Ensign Nalar was a given, of course... a classmate of hers, he was often informal and had little sense of personal boundaries (having once started a breakfast conversation in the Academy dining hall by loudly asking Robin if she was still experiencing cramps from her period), but he was a professional and would cooperate fully. 
 
Ensign Ito was a recent transfer from the Jupiter, but before that she'd served on the Ozaki, a ship gutted during the attack on the Borg Megasphere. She was a mystery; her record was spotless and she'd been awarded medals, but there was almost nothing that Robin could determine of her personality. She was reserved in a way that made Vulcans look open, but Ruston had suspected it was due to her experiences during the battle. The young woman had simply shut everything up inside. Robin put the thought aside; now wasn't the time. 
 
As the nurses bustled off, she looked at Robin again. “How’s triage looking?” Beka asked. “Do you need any back-up?” 
 
The amethyst-haired nurse considered for a moment, then shook her head. "Umm, I think we're good, at least for the moment. I put out an all-hands-on-deck call for the nurses. Most of the injuries are minor so far, nothing that we can't handle... but if this radiation spreads we're in for it."
 
The Medical Complex doors opened up and a lanky young man ran in, his hair as red as Beka's, his face covered in freckles. Midshipman Gentry reminded Robin of Huckleberry Finn, and she fought to suppress a smile. Barely slowing, he ran up to Beka and saluted, like he was on an Academy parade ground. "Midshipman" (gasp) "Gentry, reported as" (gasp) ordered." 
 
Robin gave her friend a 'he's-all-yours' look. 
 
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#75 Ens Beka Sydesh

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Posted Star Date 22103.19 @ 23:50 (11:50 PM)

"Umm, I think we're good, at least for the moment. I put out an all-hands-on-deck call for the nurses. Most of the injuries are minor so far, nothing that we can't handle... but if this radiation spreads we're in for it."
 
Beka nodded as Robin finished speaking. 
 
“Yeah, I think you’re right there,” the doctor replied. “We know we can triage and treat minor injuries all day if we need to. And much quicker without having to deal with cranky Talaxians and field supplies.” She winked conspiratorially. 
 
“Neutron radiation though… Sheesh.” Sydesh shook her head. “Repurposing the medlabs would just be spitting in the wind if that gets out. I’ve got faith in Elias. Just have to hope there’s nothing more to this story.” 
 
The redhead shrugged. It was out of her hands and all she could do was prepare for whatever storm came their way.
 
Just then a nurse crashed through the doors, tall and lanky, and when he staggered to a stop and actually saluted, Beka turned to look at Robin with a raised eyebrow, getting back a ‘he’s all yours’ look. 
 
"Midshipman" (gasp) "Gentry, reported as" (gasp) ordered."
 
“Alright, first, the only salute I ever get from anyone involves a middle finger, so you can knock that off right now,” Sydesh replied with a wry smile. “Deep breath. In. Out. Better?”
 
The Midshipman nodded awkwardly, trying to look side-eye at the Head Nurse without the doctor noticing and just managing to look slightly more ridiculous more than he already did. It drew a laugh from the Ensign and she shook her head. 
 
“OK. Let’s go find you something to do, shall we?” Beka said, not unkindly. “Thanks again, Lieutenant,” she added to Robin before leading Gentry away. 
 
The two of them headed towards the medlabs, or at least they were up until they passed the door to the doctor’s lounge and Sydesh pulled up sharply. Sat at one of the tables with a large coffee was LtJG Hreidarsson, surrounded by his alert team who were looking at each with varying degrees of discomfort. None of them were wearing hazmat suits and none of them were carrying radiation kits.
 
I see. It’s gonna be like that, is it?
 
“Hang on here a minute, there’s something I have to take care of,” Beka said to Gentry, before she stepped into the lounge. She was spotted immediately and 2 of the team stood up sharply, 2 more looking even more uncomfortable and Hreidarsson himself, his back to her, didn’t move. 
 
“So this doesn’t look much like alert status to me,” Sydesh said pointedly. “Guys, come on. Captain Crawford herself called down here for decontamination teams.”
 
“We’re waiting for orders,” Hreidarsson said, without turning around.
 
“You have orders,” Beka replied. “From me.”
 
“Yeah, from some girl fresh out of the Academy who thinks she runs the show now. Run along and fetch someone in charge.” At that point, the stocky Lieutenant turned his chair round so he could stare down the Ensign. She met his gaze without flinching.
 
“Do I really have to explain this again?” Sydesh replied. She was managing to keep her anger firmly under control, her voice and expression calm. “Standing orders for our shift. Dr Tyrol is in command. Dr R runs the floor. In the absence of both of those, I run the floor. They are both currently away. This has been in place for a week now.”
 
“And?” Hreidarsson sneered.
 
“And, you have your orders,” Beka said. “Are you going to carry them out or not? Last chance. I don’t want to stand down anyone off our best response team but I will if you make me.”
 
That one clearly resonated with the rest of the medics on the team, as a couple nudged each other, but none of them dared take on their team leader.
 
“You don’t have the authority,” the Lieutenant said dismissively, before starting to turn around.
 
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Sydesh had had enough. “I’m suspending you, effective immediately, for gross insubordination. Go back to your quarters and have a good hard think about whatever point you were trying to make, and how you could have made it better,” she said coolly. 
 
That drew a response, Hreidarsson standing up and taking a step towards the redhead. He had a finger raised and he was drawing in breath, only for her to step past him like he wasn’t there. 
 
“Ensign Brough. Until the situation is resolved, you’re acting team leader,” Beka said, completely ignoring the flailing Hreidarsson behind her. “The orders haven’t changed. I need your team kitted out and ready to move the moment we get the call. Can I count on you?”
 
“Yes, doctor, you can.” Brough was a young woman a couple of years older than Sydesh, close-cropped blonde hair over hawkish blue eyes. 
 
“Great. Get going please. Pick up Mid Marini on your way through to get up to strength,” the redhead said. The team headed straight out without another word, leaving the two combatants the room, Gentry watching nervously from the doorway as the Ensign turned around to face Hreidarsson.
 
“Why are you still here?” Beka said. “Get out, or I’ll call Security and have them drag you out.”
 
“Who do you think you…” That was as far as he got.
 
“I’m Dr Sydesh,” she replied, stepping right up into the bigger man’s face and staring him down. There was a sudden intensity in her green-eyed stare and harsh voice. “I started treating patients when I was 12 years old on a frontier world, sucking snake venom out of wounds and setting broken bones with splints. I spent 3 years running sickbays on the most beaten-up, broken down ships you’ve ever seen in your life, carrying out operations with actual knives in zero-G in between dodging the bastards that were on my own crew as well as the actual enemy. And I came through all of that, and then I went into the Academy. You think you’re something special, that I should somehow be scared of you? Think again. I had to deal with worse than you every day. There is nothing you can do that will even slow me down. Now get the **** out of this Sickbay, and maybe I’ll have calmed down enough by the end of the shift to leave you a job to come back to.”
 
The silence that fell in the room lasted maybe 15 seconds, but it felt a whole lot longer before Hreidarsson cursed and stormed out.
 
“Atta boy,” Beka murmured under her breath. She rubbed her temple absently and sighed, annoyed at herself that she hadn’t been able to talk the man round. 
 
There’s no reasoning with some people. He wasn’t going to back down and I had absolutely no choice. If I let it slide then how do I hold my head high and give orders the next time? Knowing that I’m being watched by a team that figure they can just wait for Jasmine or R to come and tell them something they like better? I can’t. I just wish this didn’t happen whilst something’s actually going down.
 
She headed back towards the door where Gentry was looking at her wide-eyed.
 
“Difference of opinion,” Sydesh said with a thin smile. “OK. Back to actual work. We’re converting the medlabs into radiation iso-chambers because there’s suspected leaks. You’ll be working with Ito and Nalar. Let’s go see how that’s going.”
 
== Pause here, will add more later unless something happens… ==
 

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#76 Ens Beka Sydesh

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Posted Star Date 22103.20 @ 01:37 (01:37 AM)

== Hey GM, Cdr Braggins said that we should tell you that we're ready should you want to unleash hell. 😁 ==

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#77 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22103.20 @ 14:53 (02:53 PM)

“Yeah, I think you’re right there,” Beka replied. “We know we can triage and treat minor injuries all day if we need to. And much quicker without having to deal with cranky Talaxians and field supplies.” She winked, and Robin grinned. “Neutron radiation though… Sheesh. Repurposing the medlabs would just be spitting in the wind if that gets out. I’ve got faith in Elias. Just have to hope there’s nothing more to this story.” 
 
“OK. Let’s go find you something to do, shall we?” Beka said, not unkindly. “Thanks again, Lieutenant,” she added to Robin before leading Gentry away. 
 
Robin smiled again at her friend as Beka headed off. Is that how I come across? Like a puppy? I'd like to think I've toned it down. Or was I ever that eager? Still, she felt like she made the right call. Gentry's Engineering cross-training would be useful in getting the fields set up, and Beka wouldn't have to worry about butting heads with any of the nurses she'd selected. Besides, he needed the experience. 
 
The new Lieutenant JG headed to the Trauma Nurse Station that served as a sort of central location for the Head Nurse. One thing she didn't like about the design of the Artemis Medical Complex was the lack of a central corridor. There was no station where a doctor or nurse on duty could get an overview of all of Sickbay, and travel between sections was limited to passing through the different wards. Officers on duty had to rely on monitors. That was going to bite them if the radiation was widespread. Getting large numbers of patients into isolation was going to be extremely difficult, and they simply didn't have enough space.
 
She stopped by Midshipman Cavelos and the cart of medkits he'd pulled from storage. He was young man with a hawk-like nose and the warm skin tones of someone from the Mediterranean region, even though his file said he was born and raised on Luna. "Midshipman, I hate to add to your burden, but would you prep each of those medkits for radiation exposure?" She knew he had just gotten them out and checked them, but it couldn't be helped. If she'd known about the radiation earlier then she could have saved him some trouble. "At least two Hyronalin refills in each one. Three would be better, but don't worry about getting more out of storage until that's taken care of. I'll grab you some help." She looked around. Much of the staff was busy treating minor injuries and some of her nursing staff were still arriving. "Jareip?" The hulking Nausicaan orderly turned as his name was called by his tiny human friend. "Assist Cavelos, would you? As soon as they're ready start distributing the medkits to the staff, Rad Teams and Triage area first." He grunted and nodded, his usual eloquent answer to any order or request. 
 
The purple-haired nurse's thoughts were interrupted as she saw Beka at the door to the Doctor's Lounge. She had stopped suddenly, then stepped in. Gentry waited with her, awkwardly, and the augment's extremely sharp hearing picked up the argument. Hreidarsson was refusing orders? What is he doing in the Lounge at all? We're on alert! she thought, shocked. He should be out treating patients even if Beka hadn't put him on the Mobile Team. She was genuinely shocked. It was something that had been drilled into her at the Academy: Don't wait for orders; make yourself useful. Robin tried to be a reasonable and accommodating sort, but that sort of behavior angered her and she felt her teeth clench, especially since the arrogant Lieutenant outright refused to do anything. Beka was forced to suspend him, and still he wouldn't give in. The rest of the team was more accommodating (or scared by Beka; Robin didn't know which) and left, but Hreidarsson insisted on arguing. Beka almost had to call security on him before he gave in and left as well, and not before a dressing down where she told him just what she'd been through and how laughable she found his bluster. 
 
Y'know, farm girl, if you ever believe you've had it rough in life just think of what she's been through. And she didn't have your 'gifts.' You landed on a freighter full of friendly and helpful people; she fought for her life on a pirate ship. Your home is still there; hers isn't. 
 
She shook the thought away for another time. There were other matters to attend to. She sat down at the station and put her head in her hands for a moment, trying to tune out the sensory input she was getting and just think for a few moments. 
 
OK, so we're short on isolation space if more than a small fraction of the crew is exposed. Neutron radiation is ionizing, and it's capable of making other materials... and people... radioactive. We might need to convert space onboard. A Cargo bay? That's going to require a lot of setup. We've got biobeds in storage but the main issue is making sure we have force fields up. Neutron radiation can be blocked easily by force fields, but it spreads in open air and...
 
She slapped her forehead. Of course! Idiot girl! There's a place on the ship where the environment can be configured at will, and which is literally made of force fields. 
 
She tapped her combadge. "Mayfair to Sydesh. Beka, I've got it! We can use the holodecks! We can create as many isolation bays as will fit inside them, and the whole place can be set up with force fields. If we get overwhelmed in our limited space here we can triage the cases and keep Sickbay clear of contamination."
 
== Tag Beka ==

Edited by Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair, Star Date 22103.20 @ 14:54 (02:54 PM).

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Posted Star Date 22103.24 @ 12:27 (12:27 PM)

==Apologies for the delay, needed to clarify something.==

 

The transporter whined and two bodies were deposited on the emergency biobeds, engineering coveralls still covered in the remnants of decontamination gel. Both moaned faintly, in obvious agony despite the painkillers they had been administered by the first responders.

 

Though they had been decontaminated, both showed signs of acute radiation exposure. The shorter of the two, a burly Tellarite, had suffered severe damage to his corneas which was worsening with every passing minute; he would need emergency treatment and probably a transplant if his eyesight was to be saved. The taller, a gangly Vulcan, appeared to be bleeding through his very pores - as though his blood vessels were no longer designed to keep blood inside his body.


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#79 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22103.28 @ 23:17 (11:17 PM)

As the two patients materialized on the biobed, Ensign Nalar's eyes widened. He tapped his combadge. "Nalar to Mayfair. Robin, you'd best come to the isolation bay." 

 

Robin stood up, not liking the tone of Nalar's voice. He was normally so ridiculously cheery that he even grated on her nerves sometimes, and she tried to keep a generally sunny outward appearance. This, though... he sounded grim. She acknowledged his message, and then turned to T'sen. "Would you take over triage? Contact me if things get bad." Truth was that T'sen actually had seniority on the new head nurse and had run third shift for the last month before being moved to first by Ruston. The blond Vulcan was more than capable of handling the bumps and bruises that had come in, and merely responded with "Yes, Lieutenant" in the calm manner of her people. Robin headed to the isolation bay. 

 

As soon as she arrived she saw the reason for Nalar's message. Crewman Bharr was laying on Biobed 2. He'd been a friend since shortly after the battle with the Borg Megasphere. The Tellarite engineer had been treated for a hand that had been burned clean off by a ruptured plasma conduit... and had kept working until the battle was over. He was surly, a complainer, and as blunt as any Tellarite she'd ever met, but she'd grown to like him. He'd even designed her Halloween costume's translucent effects. He gave off moan. 

 

Oh jeez, how bad is it if he's making that noise?

 

"Thanks, Ensign," she said to Nalar. "Would you mind helping Doctor Sydesh?" The Vulcan on the next bed had apparently received a worse dose, and his green blood leaked out of his pores. Beka would have her hands full. "I'll get started on treatment, and yell if I need you." Nalar was a capable nurse and experienced with radiation injuries, but the last thing Bharr needed to hear was the Bolian's 'the sun'll come up tomorrow' cheerfulness. That sort of thing irritated the Tellarite even when he was well. She stepped into the isolation bay and took a look at the readouts on the biobed. Bharr had been decontaminated and wasn't himself radioactive (the nurse said a silent prayer of thanks), but was in considerable pain. His corneas were beyond help already. He would need surgery to replace them, but first things first. 

 

"Bharr? It's Robin." She took a medkit off a cart and stepped up next to the bed, the isolation field humming briefly as she passed through it. She decided that her usual mildly friendly bedside manner wouldn't be appreciated by the Tellarite, and decided to be a bit more blunt. "Looks like you really stepped in it."

 

The engineer gave a short, barking laugh. "Huh, looks like, girlie." He grimaced. "Hurts. A lot. I can't see right. Everything's really blurry. Why can't I see?" There was an edge of panic in his voice, something the nurse had never heard from him. The engineer was tough

 

"Radiation contamination. You took a big dose. Your corneas are shot, and they'll need to be replaced. Let me get you something for the pain, and then begin treatment."

 

The biobed indicated that the Tellarite had already been given hydrocortilene, and it just wasn't cutting it. No surprise... the medkits weren't designed to do anything more than treat basic symptoms. A larger dose of the drug wasn't recommended, even to a Tellarite, and likely wouldn't be enough. Robin turned to an orderly, Crewman Serksiss. "Would you fetch me a blanket, then go get Nurse Haley? She should be in Triage." As the Caitian pulled out a blanket with the Artemis logo, set it next to her, and then ran off. The purple-haired nurse pulled out a hypospray from the bag. Fortunately she'd treated Bharr on numerous occasions and didn't need to go over his records; he didn't have any medical allergies that she would need to worry about. 

 

She leaned in close to the Tellarite. "You're not going to like this next part. Computer, beam Crewman Lharr's clothes away, then deconstruct them." He only had time to say "Wait, what?" before his gel-covered overalls vanished in a transporter beam. She quickly covered him with a blanket. "Sorry, but they'd been contaminated." He grunted at her, annoyed and embarrassed despite his pain. 

 

"You could have warned me, girlie." 

 

The nurse ignored his complaint, setting the hypospray for 15ccs of triptacederine. It was stronger than hydrocortilene, and hopefully would relieve the engineer's agony. Anything stronger would need a doctor's permission. Applying it to his neck, she said "Give it a minute." He grunted again. "If this doesn't work I'll see if I have any whiskey." He grimaced. 

 

"So I gotta get new eyes? I'm not even used to my new hand. Huh, by the time I leave this ship there isn't gonna be any part of me that's original." 

 

She smiled at him, a bit sadly. "Just corneas. They're actually fairly easy to surgically replace; it's called penetrating keratoplasty. We'll get you set up as soon as we can." The augment turned to the monitors. The neutron radiation damage was serious; his deteriorating vision was causing the most distress to him but was hardly the biggest issue. She set her hypospray for 10cc hyronalin, a standard treatment for severe radiation poisoning. She applied it, then checked the monitors again. 

 

Hope this is enough. 

 

== GM input please: How does Bharr respond to the painkillers and medication? ==


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#80 Ens Beka Sydesh

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Posted Star Date 22104.03 @ 22:28 (10:28 PM)

It was unglamourous work shifting benches, plumbing in biobeds and calibrating the iso-fields, but it helped Beka work out her frustration. It didn’t take long before they were ready to receive patients.
 
[Mayfair to Sydesh. Beka, I've got it! We can use the holodecks! We can create as many isolation bays as will fit inside them, and the whole place can be set up with force fields. If we get overwhelmed in our limited space here we can triage the cases and keep Sickbay clear of contamination.]
 
Yeah, OK. That could work…
 
As the doctor reached for her commbadge to reply, she was interrupted by the blue glow of the transporters depositing patients. Green eyes widened at the scale of the injuries but from there on, everything seemed to happen in slow motion.
 
Sydesh saw and heard Nalar calling Mayfair, deciding to ignore it and instead focus her attention on the Vulcan. A voice started calling out orders to the nurses already present and new arrivals, and it took her a split-second to realise it was hers. 
 
“Gentry, I need an ID scan and cross-match 2 units of blood. Ito, line me up a water jet please. Matic, I’m going to need hyronalin, dermaline gel, phylloquinone spray and xylocaine. Come on guys!”
 
Beka had already grabbed hold of a nearby kit and thrown it open. Her fingers were a blur as she set the biobed to run a series of scans, identifying the type of radiation, the strength of the dose and its effects on the Vulcan’s body. When Matic handed her the hyposprays she’d called for, she set the xylocaine and hyronalin to the maximum safe doses and pressed them to the most intact blood vessel she could identify on the patient’s neck, keeping the others handy as she picked up the exoscalpel.
 
“I’m going to take his uniform off piece at a time. He’s bleeding too heavily to just yank it all away at once,” Sydesh said. “As I go. Ito, a gentle water jet to wash off any lingering radiation. Matic, use the phylloquinone to try and reduce the bleeding, then I’ll go over with the dermaline. We work as a team. Here we go.”
 
Deftly Beka cut away the engineer’s coveralls, starting with his left arm, then his right, then the legs, and finally the torso and back. The nurses worked in step with her, following her instructions as each piece of fabric was eased away. 
 
Once it was done, the doctor took a deep breath and went to review the biobed scans just as Gentry arrived with the blood to transfuse.
 
== GM input on the scans please. What type of radiation was the Vulcan exposed to? How severe was the dose? Do they react positively or negatively to the treatment? And can we identify who they are, and any conditions that we’d need to know about? ==
 

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Posted Star Date 22104.06 @ 02:08 (02:08 AM)

==Mayfair==

 

The painkillers and medication seemed to be working, but the man was still in pain. He'd received a significant dose of the radiation, somewhere between 5 and 10Gy, and repeated treatments would be required before he was anything remotely close to comfortable again. However these treatments would need to be carefully monitored - too close, and he'd suffer the side-effects of over-medication; too far apart and the medication would barely be helpful.

 

As it often was with acute radiation poisoning, it was a kill or cure approach...

 

==Sydesh==

 

The Vulcan was exposed to a severe dose of Neutron Radiation, an estimated dose of 20Gy, which had penetrated his clothes and had already begun destroying the cells closest to the epidermis. The computer took a moment to identify the man as T'vren, a new transfer with no prior medical conditions. Unfortunately for poor T'vren, he was losing blood as quickly as it was being pumped into him, and the treatments with them.

 

An alarm sounded; T'vren's electrolyte levels were destabilizing, and his body temperature was rising to critical levels.


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#82 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22104.06 @ 20:10 (08:10 PM)

Robin checked the biobed's readouts. The hyronalin had an initial effect, but this sort of treatment would take time and would have to be monitored closely. She mentally went over the medication's standard treatment regimen for a 5-10Gy ionizing radiation exposure, then did some mental math based on Bharr's weight, her augmented mind crunching the numbers almost instantly. The first three treatments would have to be spaced 45 minutes apart, then three more at 90 minutes. After that, if the patient responded well, the medication could be reduced to three hours, then that time extended. If. Radiation exposure was touchy to treat at the best of times, and even with the advancements of 25th century medicine there were no guarantees. The damage it could do was just too extensive. 

 

"How are you feeling?" the nurse said to her friend, leaning over him, a bit of a sad smile on her face. He couldn't see that, and wouldn't have approved in any case. 

 

The Tellarite pushed back into the biobed's cushions and let out a breath. "Better. A bit better. Less pain. Don't suppose you could give me another shot of that?" 

 

"'Fraid not," she said, her slight southern accent slipping through. "Not yet, in any case. Triptacederine is some powerful stuff. I can in two hours, and if the current dose isn't doing it I can increase to 20ccs with a doctor's permission." 

 

The engineer grunted. "It's fine. I'll deal. Been hurt a lot worse, y'know." Robin chuckled lightly at that; she knew it. "How's T'vren? **** annoying fool Vulcan saved my life. I was in Junction 11 working on a power coupling when there was this... boom. Reminded me of the Borg battle. Then a sort of tearing sound, and for a second I thought I was being pulled out into space. Got knocked against a wall, hit my head." He pointed to a bandage on his scalp that had been applied by the medical team that had responded. "Then, out of nowhere, here comes T'vren. He just grabbed me and dragged me out of the corridor." Bharr coughed, and the effort obviously hurt at least a little. 

 

Robin shuddered. She still had nightmares about that battle, about nearly being blown out into space when the Medical Complex had been breached by a Borg plasma beam. She turned to see where Beka's team was frantically working on the Vulcan. There was green blood everywhere, and even as she looked the alarm sounded; he was critical. 

 

"He's... he's being treated," she said. "Beka Sydesh is working on him. She's the best. And she's got a good team with her."

 

Bharr could hear the tone of her voice and didn't ask further. He just nodded. "Sydesh, eh? She's a looker. Well, I mean, she's not as ugly as most of you humans are." He gave a bit of an evil smile despite his discomfort. He clearly decided to change the subject. "So how long am I going to be here?"

 

The purple-haired nurse stood, checking readouts on the bed again. "Don't make any plans. If you respond well to the radiation treatments a week. Best case, and don't count on that. Then another week in your quarters on medical leave, recuperating. And then we can look at surgery for your eyes. So you're going to be off duty for three weeks, likely, if everything goes well."

 

"Shraktrat," he said, cursing in his native language. "Three weeks?"

 

"Minimum." 

 

"The ship's got a hole in it. I have work to do." His mood had soured, but there wasn't anything to be done. The nurse was being realistic, and it would likely be a longer recovery. 

 

Robin shook her head. "Not anymore, you don't." 

 

The nurse turned to watch Beka frantically working to save T'vren, and gave a silent prayer.


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#83 Ens Beka Sydesh

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Posted Star Date 22104.10 @ 21:09 (09:09 PM)

Beka watched as the blood transfusions started on her patient, the Vulcan she now knew as T’vren, as she studied the scan results. 
 
This guy’s ******, she thought to herself. I have to keep positive but a 20Gy dose of neutron radiation? How does anyone survive that? If this was the Riftrunner or one of those junkers I’d have put him out of his misery. But no, it’s Artemis and we have all the toys so I have to keep trying…
 
She scratched the back of her neck absently as her mind raced. The alarm gave her an unwelcome jolt, but it also helped her train of thought finally find the right track.
 
Wait. All the toys. OK, let’s think this through. Neutron radiation does its damage by penetrating deep into bodily tissue and indirectly ionising tissues. It’s breaking the DNA double strand. That means we have blood vessels that are collapsing because the cell nuclei are breaking down… So if I can resequence the cells and fix the breaks, I can reverse the breakdown. We just have to keep him alive in the meantime for this to work!
 
After a half-second pause, Sydesh suddenly seemed to come to life again. She had a plan now and things didn’t seem quite so forlorn. More medical staff had arrived by now and the doctor was only too happy to put them to use.
 
“OK, new plan,” she said. Despite the adrenaline coursing through her system and her racing mind, Beka was a picture of calm as she turned to face the newcomers, pointing and sending them off one by one. “I need a thrombic modulator and phenylephrine to combat the bleeding. Also, all of the coldpacks. Don’t get cheap on me, just get everything you can carry and pack them round him. And I’m going to need an electron resonance scanner. Come on, move! We’re losing him and I am not letting him die! Matic, Ito,Gentry, keep going, I’ll back in a sec.” 
 
As the medics scattered on their missions, the redhead zeroed in on the equipment stores. She found what she was looking for and hurried back with the genotronic resequencer. It was a rarely-used piece of equipment but it could hold the key to getting T’vren back on his feet eventually. 
 
Beka was in her element as she directed the traffic. Dr Hyle was tasked with using the thrombic modulator to try and stem the bleeding, along with the alpha agonist phenylephrine to promote vasoconstriction. 2 of the nurses were bedding the coldpacks in and around T’vren’s form to bring his temperature down as much as they could. And the electron resonance scanner was brought in and quickly calibrated at the bedside. 
 
“OK. Whilst I do this, I need you to keep a very close eye on cardiac output. So much as a flicker and I need to know,” Sydesh ordered. 
 
Trusting the team to carry out the instructions, the redhead went to work. She chose the right leg to start with in order to try and figure out if this was a viable plan. The resonance scanner identified tissue with particularly traumatic damage and that was where she started with the resequencer, setting the field depth to start with the major blood vessels and then slowly moving out. If she could fix the double-helix breaks, then she could restore circulatory integrity and then T’vren had a real chance.
 
== GM - apologies for the medbabble, I asked a real doctor for help and spent a lot of time on Google! Is this treatment any more successful please? ==
 

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Posted Star Date 22104.16 @ 13:45 (01:45 PM)

For a few moments, the treatment seemed to be working; the blood flowing from the affected area slowed and the surviving blood vessels seemed to begin to show some signs of strengthening. T'vren's temperature was still alarmingly high, even for a Vulcan, but was no longer climbing thanks to the cold packs being packed in around him.

 

An alarm sounded near the top of the biobed and T'vren convulsed violently, watery green fluid dribbled from his nose and between his lips as the cells in his trachea and lungs began to haemorrhage.


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#85 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22104.18 @ 02:31 (02:31 AM)

Robin stole another glance at the biobed's readouts, though she wondered why she was doing so. Stop it, she thought. Progress in the treatment was going to take time, and only minutes had passed. Perhaps it was to take her mind off what was happening with T'vren. The purple-haired nurse prepared an IV, and then began swabbing Bharr's arm and feeling for a vein. Tellarite veins were often deep, and IVs hurt. The painkillers the engineer was on would blunt most of that, but she always felt terrible inflicting pain on patients. He was going to need fluids; dehydration was a common effect of radiation poisoning. 

 

"I'm going to hook you up with an IV, Bharr. Can you straighten your arm a little more?" A vein obligingly presented itself, and she swiftly inserted the needle and finished the setup. "Hope that wasn't too bad. I hate getting those, myself." 

 

The Tellarite just gave a neutral grunt. Robin wasn't sure he'd even really felt it. 

 

"Do you feel nauseous? Is the pain localized?" She was trying to gauge his reactions and keep him talking to take his mind off the pain, but the conversation was for her benefit as well. 

 

Nurse Haley came in, a slightly heavyset straw-blond young woman. A notorious partier, Haley looked a bit worn out and hung over. There hadn't been any notes about a drinking problem in Ruston's notes, but the new head nurse had to wonder about it. Haley seemed to be hung over a lot. Still, she did her job, didn't complain overly, and hadn't given Robin any trouble thus far. "What did you need, Lieutenant?" she asked, a thick New Jersey accent combining with a nasal voice to make her sound slightly comical.

 

Robin was about to answer when the alarm sounded at T'vren's bed. The Vulcan began convulsing. She desperately wanted to run over and help Beka, but it wasn't her place... and she already had a patient. Bharr's treatment was going to be a much slower affair, and he wasn't in any immediate danger. A few weeks ago she probably would have handed him off to Haley and began assisting Beka. That would undermine the doctor's authority, as well as show a lack of confidence in the team she'd given Beka. Still, there was something she could do. 

 

"I need you to assist Doctor Sydesh's team," she said as if that had been her plan all along. "They're going to need everyone just to keep their patient alive, so you're on supply duty. Short term they'll need more coldpacks, so grab as many from Supply as you can. Replicate them if you have to, but just keep them coming. Any other supplies or equipment they need, get it so they don't have to leave their patient. Don't get in their way, but stay near." 

 

Haley nodded, looking a little green herself at the sight of T'vren's convulsing body, covered in his green blood. Nurses weren't squeamish, but it was a gruesome sight. The blond nurse put on her best brave face and said "Got it, ell-tee." She headed rapidly off towards the supply room, grabbing a cart on the way and nearly running over an orderly in the process. "Coming through! Clear a path!" she yelled belatedly.

 

She turned back to Bharr. The Tellarite grimaced, and then asked "How bad is it? The Vulcan, I mean?" 

 

The nurse leaned in a bit, not wanting to speak too loudly. She wasn't going to sugarcoat it. Bharr respected honestly and forthrightness. "It's bad," she said, her voice breaking a little despite her attempt to appear stoic. "He took at least double your dose, likely more. He's bleeding from... everywhere. They're doing everything they can."  The Tellarite just nodded grimly. 

 

She wasn't sure the Vulcan could be saved, but Beka was giving it her all. Robin couldn't help but admire how she managed her team like a symphony conductor. The redhead was in her element. 


Edited by Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair, Star Date 22104.18 @ 02:33 (02:33 AM).

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#86 Ens Beka Sydesh

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Posted Star Date 22104.18 @ 22:06 (10:06 PM)

As she focussed the resequencer, Beka was watching all the readouts for any changes that would indicate that the treatment was working like she needed it to. She felt a surge of hope rush through her as early indications were good. There was a lot of him yet to cover but the resequencing had stabilised and stopped the bleeding where it had been used. 
 
When the alarm sounded again it didn’t come as a surprise; Sydesh was still almost eerily calm and unflustered despite everything that was going on around her. She’d known that there was always the risk that one of Tvren’s major systems would go awry whilst she was trying out her idea, but now at least she had a plan of action if she could stabilise his breathing. 
 
OK. I can’t intubate. Shoving a hard pipe into a disintegrating trachea will make this so much worse. So what does that leave me? I have got to get a positive pressure through and keep the oxygen flowing…
 
The redhead looked over at one of the nurses. 
 
“CPAP machine please. Quickly,” she urged. 
 
As the man scurried away, Beka had the resonance scanner recalibrated and she reset the resequencer herself so that all the equipment was focused on the chest cavity. The nurse soon reappeared and despite herself, the doctor pretty much snatched the machine out of his hand in her rush to try and stabilise her patient’s airway.
 
Fitting the mask over T’vren’s face, Sydesh’s hand hovered over the CPAP controls for a split-second as she tried to calculate the pressure setting. There was no question in her mind, she had to keep his alveoli open, but it was finding a pressure that wouldn’t then compromise what was left of his trachea. Eventually she made her call and went for the highest pressure setting she thought she could get away with, on the basis that she hoped to be able to restore integrity quickly with the resequencing technique.
 
With the CPAP machine and its fluid filter now operational, Beka got to work with the resequencer. It was a delicate process but she had to go as fast as she could. Her focus was total, green eyes locked on the equipment as she gave it her absolute best.
 
== O long-suffering GM - is Sydesh able to stabilise the breathing, and repair the damage to his lungs please? ==
 

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Posted Star Date 22104.19 @ 13:25 (01:25 PM)

Against the odds, the treatment appeared to be at least marginally successful. The cellular decay was halted, the bleeding slowed and the Vulcan's respiration stabilised to a weak-but-steady pace. The repair to the damage would take days of intensive therapy, but for now he was no longer in any danger of immediate cardiovascular collapse.

 

There was still lots to do, however, and the prognosis for young T'vren's survival remained grave.


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#88 Ens Beka Sydesh

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Posted Star Date 22104.21 @ 23:11 (11:11 PM)

Beka’s focus was on the job at hand. But when the alarms went silent one by one, she allowed herself to look up, and her eyes widened as T’vren’s improving vitals registered.
 
“Oh ****,” she murmured aloud, her reverential tone completely at odds with the words she used. “He’s gonna make it… I don’t believe it…”
 
Drawing in a huge deep breath to calm herself down, Sydesh let it out in a heartfelt sigh of relief. She kept her hands steady to finish the treatment she’d started to stabilise the Vulcan’s respiratory system. 
 
This guy should be dead. He absolutely should not be breathing right now. I can’t let this go to my head because there’s any number of reasons why he’s still here. Honestly, I can’t wait to speak to him when he comes round, because this guy is a ******* fighter and a half.
 
“OK, looks like the immediate danger is over,” Beka said to the assembled team. “You guys did a hell of a job and you should all be proud. Even you, Gentry.” The doctor tipped the nurse a mischievous wink, still cracking jokes even with her hands and lower arms covered in green blood from where she’d rolled her sleeves up. “But we can’t let him slip away. Dr Hyle, are you trained on the resequencer?”
 
The dark-haired woman with the pixie cut nodded.
 
“Great. Can you take over for me please?” the redhead asked. “T’vren is your focus for the rest of your shift. Keep up the therapy I’ve started here, resequencing to fix the double-helix breaks caused by the radiation. Respiratory system is stable. Focus on circulatory and nervous systems from here.”
 
Sydesh sent out for a clean resequencer, the one she was using covered in bloody green fingerprints, and when it came back the redhead showed Hyle exactly what she’d done. Happy that the other doctor knew what they needed to do, the Ensign took a step back so that Hyle could take the lead.
 
“Doctor Sydesh? You might need this.” The voice was Nurse Ito’s, and she passed over a surgical scrubber that the doctor took gratefully. 
 
“Thanks,” Beka replied as Ito took the soiled resequencer off her with a look of distaste. 
 
There was so much blood on the redhead’s pale skin, the tattoo on her lower right arm was pretty much completely obscured by it. It was testament to the hard work by the entire medical team that the patient had survived despite losing so much fluid. Gradually the scrubber cleaned that away layer by layer, leaving a tingling feeling that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
 
OK. Now I have to go back to my new job and check the rest of the floor. ****, Robin! She was with the other casualty… Hope he’s OK!
 
Turning around to the other bed and Mayfair’s patient, Sydesh checked in with her friend. Her keen eyes took in the key details from the readouts but she’d been so focused on her work with T’vren that she had only been barely aware of what had been going on behind her.
 
“Hey Lieutenant,” Beka said with a warm smile on her lips. “How’s Bharr doing? You need anything? Well. Once I’ve cleaned up, anyway.”
 
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#89 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22104.22 @ 22:47 (10:47 PM)

“Hey Lieutenant,” Beka said with a warm smile on her lips. “How’s Bharr doing? You need anything? Well. Once I’ve cleaned up, anyway.”

 

Robin had been noting Beka's progress while she attended to Bharr, and had been deeply impressed. She wasn't sure any other doctor, aside from Tyrol, could have pulled off saving the Vulcan. Some might not have even tried, simply assuming that he was a lost cause. Bharr was still laying on the biobed, quietly. His next hyronalin treatment was still a few minutes away. She was about to answer when Bharr spoke up.

 

"Doin' fine, Doc. Can't see you 'cept for a big blur, though. Can't say I'm happy about that." His voice was rough, even more so than normal. 

 

The purple-haired Augment shook her head. "Hush," she said with a bit of an eye roll, though she wasn't actually annoyed at her friend. "I'm the nurse. Just lay there quietly for a minute." Bharr was a complainer, and would keep going unless she cut him off. She straightened herself and went into 'report to the doctor' mode, all business for the moment. 

 

"Bharr was exposed to 5-10Gy of neutron radiation at the same time that T'vren was, though he was apparently farther away and his exposure time was shorter. I administered 10cc hyronalin 42 minutes ago. The next dose is due in three minutes." Beka would know that, of course, but Robin prided herself on being thorough. "He's responding to the treatment, but it's still early. 15ccs of triptacederine was administered at the same time, which has reduced the pain but not eliminated it. Can I get your permission to increase to 20ccs for the next dose?" She paused, waiting for Beka's answer, and then continued. 

 

"Damage to his corneas is extensive." She swung the monitor over so Beka could get a clear view of his readouts, and then called up the scans of his eyes. "Left eye shows an 80% loss, right eye 95%. Other vitals are stable." She pulled up the other readouts so the red headed doctor could see them. Robin didn't want to keep Beka too long so she could get cleaned up, but she also desperately wanted to congratulate her friend. 

 

Bharr had had enough, though, and wasn't going to stay silent anymore. "Mayfair here's been keepin' me up to date on how you did with T'vren, Doc. That Vulcan saved my life. Thanks for savin' his." It was as close to an expression of gratitude as the gruff Tellarite was able to give. "I owe you." 

 

With the official report out of the way, Robin grinned. "Beka, that was amazing. Sounds like you even surprised yourself." Her enhanced hearing had heard her friend's murmured words of surprise as she had realized that her patient was going to live. "I mean, seriously, I..." She was at a loss for words. "Anyway, we're OK for the moment." She began preparing the next anti-radiation dose for the Tellarite engineer. "We haven't had any more radiation exposure cases come in, thank God."

 

I'd give real money to know what was going on, though. Has the ship been attacked?

 

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#90 Ens Beka Sydesh

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Posted Star Date 22104.24 @ 00:03 (12:03 AM)

"Doin' fine, Doc. Can't see you 'cept for a big blur, though. Can't say I'm happy about that" Bharr grunted. 
 
“You aren’t missing much, don’t worry,” Beka replied absently, still cleaning her hands off with the surgical scrubber. “I look like I’ve taken to operating with a chainsaw so it’s probably more reassuring this way.”
 
When Robin told her to hush, the redhead raised an amused eyebrow before realising that it was aimed at the patient. Still, she kept quiet to let the Head Nurse speak, taking in the summary and watching the patient. 
 
“Can I get your permission to increase to 20ccs for the next dose?"
 
“Sure, agreed. The day I have cause to doubt you is the day I retire,” Sydesh added with a grin. If there was one person in the whole complex she trusted implicitly with medication orders, it was the Augmented nurse. Mayfair just didn’t get these things wrong and it was a skill that the doctor was in awe of.
 
Beka studied the readouts as the monitor swung around. Even without the runthrough from Robin, she could see plain as day that Bharr was going to need full optical replacement surgery. But it wasn’t her place to blurt that out then and there. 
 
Either way, I better start warming up the genetronic replicator and then let Robin break the news to him gently. Because that is a brutal operation. Temporary bionics have just enough to settle in before we yank them out again for the cloned tissue replacements. That one I did on Pioneer whilst I was training was so hard…
 
"Mayfair here's been keepin' me up to date on how you did with T'vren, Doc. That Vulcan saved my life. Thanks for savin' his. I owe you."
 
"Beka, that was amazing. Sounds like you even surprised yourself. I mean, seriously, I..."
 
“Guys, thanks, but...” Beka replied quickly, her face flushing a bright beet red. One of her many quirks was her apparent unease when being complimented and that was painfully obvious right now. “First off, he’s not out of the woods yet. If he makes it through the next week, then I’ll let myself enjoy the moment. And secondly, the team pulled together and we gave him the best chance.”
 
It would have been easy to dismiss her words as false modesty or trying to curry favour, but Sydesh meant every single one. Unless something went horribly wrong then T’vren had at least a little while longer, but his recovery was going to be long. And she was absolutely determined that she wasn’t going to be one of those doctors who took all the credit for the work of others. If the team did well then they needed to know.
 
"Anyway, we're OK for the moment." Robin began preparing the next anti-radiation dose for the Tellarite engineer. "We haven't had any more radiation exposure cases come in, thank God."
 
“That’s a relief at least,” Beka replied. “Although I am going to find out what just happened. Doses of neutron radiation that strong are not good news. And I think I know somebody who can tell me.” 
 
The redhead wandered away a short distance, getting out of earshot of the team and the patients, but probably somewhere that Robin could still hear her as she tapped her commbadge. 
 
“Sydesh to Okehampton. Nat, what’s going on? I have two critical patients that just received off-the-charts doses of neutron radiation. Nobody’s told us anything down here and if we get too many more of those…” Her voice trailed off.
 
There was a moment’s pause before her roommate came back. 
 
[Hey Beka. Look, I can’t go into details because I don’t entirely understand myself, but we’ve run into some kind of… of leftover weapon. There’s a team trying to defuse it now. I’m not going to tell you your business but I would be surprised if we get through this without any more cases. Be careful. Okehampton out.]
 
The news made Sydesh blow out her cheeks as she sighed and shook her head. 
 
Leftover weapon… I wish I hadn’t asked now! Damn it that’s unnerving.
 
She looked over at Mayfair and nodded with her head to the doctor’s lounge, as that’s where she was going to clean herself up, and if the Head Nurse wanted to talk that’s where she’d be.
 
Dumping her soiled tunic into the replicator, Beka scrubbed her hands and arms clean before snatching up the replacement garment off the pad and shrugging it on over the grey vest she wore underneath.
 
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Posted Star Date 22104.26 @ 13:18 (01:18 PM)

With T'vren wheeled away to the ICU and a decontamination team entering Sickbay to scrub down the areas that had been used to treat irradiated patients, the medical team was stood down from immediate readiness to standby - there were no more reported casualties to be dealt with, but with the ship still at Red Alert, there was no leaving their duty post.


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#92 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22104.28 @ 01:30 (01:30 AM)

Beka's overheard conversation with her roommate Nat was disturbing. Okehampton was clearly worried, and the warning she gave didn't fill the nurse with confidence. 

 

She turned to her Tellarite friend. "Bharr, I've got to take care of my duties, all right? Your next dose of triptacederine is due in a bit more than an hour. It should make you more comfortable."

 

Bharr laughed, a low resigned laugh that showed he accepted the situation for what it was. "Fine, girlie. I don't need a babysitter. You run along and do your thing. Looks like I'm not going anywhere for a while, anyway." 

 

"Thanks," the young Lieutenant said. She put her hand on his forehead as a show of support and smiled at her friend. "Nurse Haley will be here to take care of whatever you need. I'll see you later." She motioned the blond woman over. "Haley, would you mind taking over? Doctor Sydesh has authorized an increase to 20ccs of triptacederine for the next dose. Continue monitoring his hyronalin treatment in ICU, and let me know if there's any change. And would you mind getting some night clothes for Bharr? He's going to be there for a while." Haley nodded with a bit of a smirk. "You got it, boss." The nurse wasn't formal at all, rarely referring to officers by their rank or title, and Robin wondered what the protocol was. Ruston certainly hadn't tolerated being addressed as 'boss' or anything of the sort. She had expected to be addressed by rank or title. Robin had jokingly referred to Beka as 'boss' on the colony, but they had both been Middies on their first mission, and they were friends. 

 

It's whatever I decide it is. I'm in charge of the nurses now... and I'm sure not going to be able to pull off the 'prickly old head nurse' bit for another few decades, if ever. Try that and they're going to think I'm some sort of prissy martinet, and there's already enough resentment among the staff as it is. I feel like the kid in school who's been jumped ahead a couple grades. 

 

The thought gave her pause. Back on Iota Tau, she had been that kid. She laughed inwardly. The Augment had been attending the colony's miserable little high school by age 10, and even before that had been smaller and weaker than the rest of the children of her own age. High school had been a constant struggle to dodge bullies, and she'd still been bored out of her mind by the classes. Younger than anyone else there, tiny and skinny with weird purple hair and eyes (the product of her genetic engineering), the girl had practically had a target painted on her back from the first day. She had to admit it was likely another reason she'd ran away. 

 

Robin decided to let it go. As long as nurses respected her rank and followed orders it wasn't important. The purple-eyed nurse was too formal and stiff with superior officers, and she knew it. The proverbial shoe was on the other foot now, and she wasn't quite sure how to handle it. Better to maintain an informal and friendly attitude among the staff, let them know she valued them... but be ready to bite their heads off if they stepped out of line, much like she'd seen her friend Beka do. Speaking of...

 

The redheaded doctor had stepped into the Doctor's Lounge and was pulling on a new tunic to replace the one stained with green blood. "Hey, Beka, thanks for the compliment, by the way." She wasn't going to mention how her friend has turned beet red at the praise she'd gotten. "It makes me look good in front of my crew, too," she said with a laugh. 

 

But her attitude turned serious. "I heard what Okehampton said. Are you as creeped out as I am? From what I gathered from Bharr, there was more than one. The first one breached the hull and cause the radiation exposure. If that second one goes off..." The words trailed off. Beka knew full well what could happen. 

 

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Posted Star Date 22105.01 @ 21:13 (09:13 PM)

Beka had cleaned herself up and was about to grab herself a coffee when she was approached by Lahan, the Bolian nurse his usual irrepressible self.
 
“Ah, Doctor Sydesh!” he said in greeting. “Might I talk to you about something please?”
 
“Sure. As long as I can still get my coffee,” the redhead replied as she keyed in her order on the replicator. 
 
“Absolutely. Well, it’s about your language,” he started.
 
“Right…” Beka said guardedly. 
 
“I’ve noticed, and so have a few others, that you really do like to curse a lot,” Lahan said, ploughing on heedless of the narrowed eyes on the doctor’s face. “So I was wondering, would you consider using some different words maybe? Ones that are less offensive to those of a sensitive disposition.”
 
There was a moment’s silence as Sydesh took a sip of her coffee. 
 
“OK,” she said. “Give me a word that you would consider acceptable.”
 
“Well… How about ‘meep’?” the Bolian volunteered. 
 
“Meep.” Beka’s expression was completely deadpan. “You want me to look a patient in the eye, covered elbow deep in their blood as I’m trying to save their life, and tell them oh meep, it’s a meeping shame this has happened?”
 
“Yes!” Lahan beamed.
 
“**** off. And I have never meant those two little words more in my life.” Sydesh shook her head. “Yes, I swear. I’m aware of this and I’m making an effort to cut it out unless I’m under pretty extreme pressure. That’s not going to change I’m afraid. And I will not be switching to meep any time soon.”
 
“Oh.” The Bolian looked crestfallen, but he rallied. “Well. I had to try. Thank you for your time, doctor.”
 
“Any time.” Beka smiled wryly and clapped Lahan on the arm as he headed away. 
 
The new position and the extra weight of responsibility seemed to be settling well on the redhead’s broad shoulders. It hadn’t changed her that much, at least not yet. She wasn’t consciously a leader in the conventional sense but people looked to her in a crisis because she was so difficult to unsettle. And now she’d been able to find her feet on Artemis and calm down, after coming aboard with thin skin and a massive chip on her shoulder, she was finding the confidence to be able to deal with people and just not care whether or not they liked her.
 
I think that’s the secret of rising up the ranks. Looking someone in the eye, knowing they can’t stand the sight of you, and not letting it phase you in the least. Hreidarsson is going to hate me with a burning passion but I don’t care. He does what I tell him or I’ll put him back in his damn box again. And honestly, right now, if anyone else tries that pirate **** on me I’d probably just start singing sea shanties and making parrot jokes.
 
As the doctor took a long sip of coffee, Robin entered the room. 
 
"Hey, Beka, thanks for the compliment, by the way. It makes me look good in front of my crew, too."
 
Sydesh bowed obsequiously, a grin on her face. 
 
“You’re very welcome,” she said. 
 
Almost immediately though, things got serious as the Head Nurse shifted the topic of conversation back to reality. 
 
"I heard what Okehampton said. Are you as creeped out as I am? From what I gathered from Bharr, there was more than one. The first one breached the hull and caused the radiation exposure. If that second one goes off..."
 
“If that happens then we get ready, because there’s going to be a lot more Bharrs and T’vrens coming our way,” Beka said calmly. “It makes it hard to plan a response because if that thing does go off, it’ll overwhelm any plans we might make. We could fill every single holodeck with biobeds and still not have enough space for all the patients. I think you’re right though, we should get at least one converted up in case we need it.”
 
She sighed. 
 
“I could do without the nervous tension for a while but not a lot we can do about it. I just worry for whoever’s got to defuse the mine because that’s a lot of pressure. And somehow I just know that wherever there’s trouble, you’ll find Eli, Nathan and probably Ben Elias as well. Just don’t tell them that I find that oddly reassuring.” A smile crept across Beka’s lips as she finished her coffee.
 
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#94 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22105.02 @ 13:37 (01:37 PM)

“If that happens then we get ready, because there’s going to be a lot more Bharrs and T’vrens coming our way,” Beka said calmly. “It makes it hard to plan a response because if that thing does go off, it’ll overwhelm any plans we might make. We could fill every single holodeck with biobeds and still not have enough space for all the patients. I think you’re right though, we should get at least one converted up in case we need it.”
 
She sighed and Robin nodded agreement. There were 600 crew on the Artemis (not even counting spouses, children, and other civilians), and if even a moderate fraction were exposed it would completely overwhelm their ability to isolate and treat.
 
“I could do without the nervous tension for a while but not a lot we can do about it. I just worry for whoever’s got to defuse the mine because that’s a lot of pressure. And somehow I just know that wherever there’s trouble, you’ll find Eli, Nathan and probably Ben Elias as well. Just don’t tell them that I find that oddly reassuring.” A smile crept across Beka’s lips as she finished her coffee.
 
"Me too," the nurse said softly. "I trust them to figure this mess out. We'll be here to put them back together afterwards." She paused. She didn't really want to think about the idea of the ship being torn apart by an old mine. The Artemis was the most advanced ship in the fleet, a powerhouse that could take incredible punishment... but there were times it seemed fragile. Robin didn't like to think about just how dangerous space travel was, especially in an unknown region filled with God knew how many threats. They could have been blown to bits without ever having known what killed them. 
 
She decided to focus on business. "I'll get to work creating the program. I want to be ready for this sort of thing, just in case." Having a plan made the nurse feel better. She'd rather be doing something to solve a problem than worrying about things that were out of her control. 
 
"And I'm going to have a talk with Nalar. I know you already did, but he was out of line. The last thing a doctor needs is a distraction when they're trying to save a patient, and worrying about bad language is about a light year past 'relevant.' Besides, 'meep?' I'm little miss goody-two-shoes and I'd never say that and expect to be taken seriously. By anyone. Ever again. Ruston would have bitten his head off for asking that." Robin had heard more than a few profanities coming from the former Head Nurse. Not Beka-level, but enough. 
 
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Posted Star Date 22105.02 @ 21:49 (09:49 PM)

Beka said nothing as Robin spoke. The head nurse seemed to need to hear her own words more than anything the doctor had to offer. 
 
"And I'm going to have a talk with Nalar. I know you already did, but he was out of line. The last thing a doctor needs is a distraction when they're trying to save a patient, and worrying about bad language is about a light year past 'relevant.' Besides, 'meep?' I'm little miss goody-two-shoes and I'd never say that and expect to be taken seriously. By anyone. Ever again. Ruston would have bitten his head off for asking that."
 
At that one, Sydesh smirked. 
 
“Seriously, don’t worry about it,” the redhead replied. “If it bothered me, he’d have gotten much more grief than he did. I’m just glad he stopped panicking at the sight of me. I seem to have that effect on people. No idea why.” The wicked smile on her lips told a very different story. 
 
“And yeah, you make a good point. I need to make a record of the treatments I used on T’vren in case anyone else has to use them. I don’t think we’ve got that many resequencers on hand, which I might need to look into. See if there’s any in the cargo bay I can put to use.”
 
Beka rubbed her temple absently. Being the one giving the orders as T’vren was brought back from the dead had been such a rush. She felt really guilty that it had made her feel so damn good, but it had. Every taste she’d had of leadership and authority on Artemis made her want more. Counter that with the feeling of utter powerlessness of being down here as others fought to keep them safe from the terrors of deep space… It was all making her feel so conflicted. 
 
She sighed. 
 
“Anyway. I guess we better go check what’s going on in our absence. Bless ‘em, our lot don’t do well without supervision,” Sydesh joked as she dumped her empty mug for dereplication.
 
== OK, we’re ready. Timeskip us hard! ==
 

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Posted Star Date 22105.03 @ 14:26 (02:26 PM)

==Post Timeskip==

 

Poor T'vren remained in the ICU undergoing treatment for his acute radiation poisoning. Bharr had been moved to a general ward where he could be monitored for any side-effects from his own exposure.

 

Sickbay's latest patient, secluded in a private room, was poor Specialist Tegg. The once happy-go-lucky Denobulan had seemingly undergone a complete mental breakdown from which recovery would be a slow and difficult process.


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Posted Star Date 22105.04 @ 21:20 (09:20 PM)

== Post Timeskip == 
 
For most the last couple of days Beka had been working with the 2 radiation patients. 
 
The genetronic replicators were going through the process of creating replacement eyes for Bharr, who by this point was functionally blind. He seemed to be taking it stoically though, but a lot of that was down to his close relationship with Robin Mayfair.
 
Over in the ICU, T’vren still wasn’t strong enough to be woken, but the intense therapy hadn’t let up. By now Sydesh knew the process so well that she could carry it out by touch alone. She knew it was selfish of her, but she really wanted to meet the man. Talk to him, find out about his family, the future he was still able to have. All of that was some way down the road though. 
 
After a while she finished the round of resequencing therapy and administered the hyronalin dose before heading back out to the floor. She hadn’t gotten two steps when R appeared. 
 
“Sydesh? Hup!” And with that they were gone. 
 
Beka shook her head and chuckled quietly to herself. That was the code the two of them had between themselves for when R had business elsewhere and the redhead was to run the floor in their absence. Dr Tyrol had been really busy of late so between them, R and Sydesh had stepped up to cover. 
 
I mean, it’s not much of a burden if I’m honest, the redhead admitted to herself. I can more than cope with looking after T’vren, and being listed as the physician on Bharr whilst Robin does all the work, and more on top. So it suits me being able to learn how things really work, and offer a hand where it’s needed. There’s plenty of people that can keep me grounded so I don’t get ahead of myself, and looks like I’ve made enough of a breakthrough that nobody just dismisses me as that new Ensign any more. Well. Not to my face at least.
 
There was a faint smile on her lips as she fetched herself a mug of coffee and fell into a familiar pattern of checking in with the other doctors.
 

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Posted Star Date 22105.05 @ 01:36 (01:36 AM)

Robin showed up for her shift bright-eyed and bushy tailed. Well, OK, she was awake, and the coffee she had in her hand was helping somewhat. It had been another rough night's sleep, but she couldn't pin down why, exactly. It wasn't the bad dreams she sometimes suffered, just a general worry that kept her tossing and turning all night. She looked tired, and she knew it. 

 

She began making her rounds, speaking to the nurses and getting status reports on the few patients who were in the Medical Complex. She wanted to go and see Bharr, but the situation likely wasn't any different. His radiation treatment was effective and deterioration of his eyes had stopped... for all the good it did. He could barely see anything at all now, not even the blurs he'd seen after his exposure. And it was going to be a while before he could be operated on to restore his sight. Robin visited him every day even outside of her normal duties. He needed someone to talk to, to complain to, and she could at least be a sympathetic ear. 

 

Having gotten feedback from her staff the young Head Nurse settled in at the primary nurse station to fill out reports and issue assignments for upcoming shifts. She'd just began the tedious task when she was startled by a loud crash coming from Triage. It was followed by the voice of Ensign Broward, screaming at someone.

 

"You idiot! I've told you over and over again to watch where you were going! Are you blind, you ****ing Middie?" 

 

The purple-eyed Lieutenant was up and heading through the door before the last word was finished. Broward was standing in the middle of the ward, her uniform covered in the remains of what looked to be a chocolate breakfast shake. At her feet was the tray of medical instruments a shocked Midshipman Gentry had apparently been holding a moment before, its contents scattered. 

 

Broward was in full fury mode, not paying the slightest attention to the other medical personnel staring at the situation. "Keep it up and you are never going to make it on this ship! I swear I'm going to..."

 

Robin interrupted. "All right, this needs to stop. Right now," she said firmly. 

 

Broward wheeled on her, the anger in her eyes showing that she was about to lash out at a new target. Robin met her gaze firmly, purple eyes meeting brown, and Broward cut off the remark that she'd been about to utter. The blond Ensign had nearly a foot of height on the short, slight Lieutenant, and Robin had to look up to stare her in the face. With deliberate (and reluctant) effort Broward steadied herself and ungritted her teeth. The Ensign glared at the Head Nurse for a moment. It was well known that she couldn't stand Robin, and the Augment's recent promotion and new position had turned a general dislike into a seething hatred that Broward was barely able to disguise. 

 

Before Broward could say anything Robin spoke. Her voice was steady... or at least she hoped it was. "This is a Sickbay." She emphasized the word deliberately. "We have patients here, and they can hear this throughout the complex. I expect better behavior than... than this. Gentry, clean this mess up and fetch a new tunic for Nurse Broward. I'll speak to you later. Broward, we're going to talk right now. Med Lab 1 is empty right now, we'll speak there." 

 

The purple-haired nurse could almost see the daggers shooting out of Broward's eyes, but the Ensign complied. She walked out of the ward quickly and stiffly, not looking at the Head Nurse. 

 

I really didn't need this today. Or any day. Screwing up her courage, the young nurse gave herself a mental pep talk and followed. 

 

Broward was standing next to a lab table when Robin entered. Before the Lieutenant could say a word, before the door could even slide closed, Broward started talking. She was practically spitting her words. "Look, he ran in to me, and it's not the first time. He's always..."

 

Robin cut her off, raising her hand. "Stop. Just stop." Broward choked back her next words, clearly on a tear but unwilling to engage in insubordination. She had the air of a petulant teenager, of someone used to getting their own way. "Broward, I don't care what Gentry did or how often he's done it. Screaming like that in the middle of Sickbay is utterly unacceptable. That behavior is on you. You're a professional, so you need to act like it."

 

Broward stood up straight, pulling herself up to her nearly six foot height. "Permission to speak freely?" she said, her voice dripping with contempt. 

 

Oh God, here it comes. She's been like a raw nerve for weeks now. Let's get this over with.

 

"Granted," Robin said evenly, doing her best to convey no emotion. 

 

"You aren't ready for this job. You may be Tyrol's pet, you may have suckered Ruston, but you're just a fresh out of the Academy nurse with almost no experience. Six months ago you were just a ****ing cadet. Gentry wouldn't be running around like that if I'd gotten the position. I earned it. I've been on this ship since it launched, and I'm still an Ensign. You show up here and suddenly you're the golden girl. Why? I think I know."

 

"Do you?" Robin said coldly. "By all means, go on."

 

Ruston was gathering momentum, pouring out every complaint she'd had... and not just about being passed over for promotion. "It's like the rules don't apply to you. I know how you got into Star Fleet Academy. They weren't going to let you in, but 'no' wasn't good enough for you. You threatened to take them to ****ing court. You've been treated like you're special ever since you joined up." 

 

Robin met her gaze again, her anger growing. She didn't have to justify herself, but part of her felt almost compelled to do so. And as long as they were speaking freely... "I did. And I don't have any regrets. Understand this: I earned my place. I passed my classes, earned my degree, and earned my place on this ship. Doctor Tyrol and Nurse Ruston thought I could do this job, and so I'm doing it as well as I can. Whether you agree with them is irrelevant, because I'm the Head Nurse and I'm telling you that I expect you to behave professionally. If there's another outburst like that I'm going to issue a reprimand that will go on your record." Inside the Augment was seething, but she kept her voice steady. "If my presence offends you then I can transfer you to a different shift so you won't have to deal with me."

 

Broward nodded. "Yeah. I'd like that." The contempt was still in her voice, but she was keeping it to at least an outward minimum.

 

The young Lieutenant nodded back, slightly. As far as she was concerned the argument was over. There was nothing to be gained by continuing it, and maybe Broward would behave better now that' she'd gotten it off her chest and didn't have to see the Head Nurse every day. Despite her anger, Robin was sympathetic. It burned Broward every time she had to deal with the person in the job she thought she deserved, a slip of a girl promoted over her. It didn't help that the Robin looked much younger than her actual age. "Fine. I'll transfer you to second shift. Dismissed."

 

Broward turned stiffly and headed out the door. As it slid open she mumbled something, words that wouldn't be audible to someone standing right next to her. "Augment freak."

 

Robin's eyes widened and she gasped. Broward stopped at the noise, and turned to see the cold anger on the Head Nurse's face. "Broward. Step back in." The Ensign was confused for a moment but complied. "One thing about being enhanced is that my senses are ridiculously sharp. I've heard what you've said about me in the past but there wasn't any point in confronting you about it. You were even doing it when you outranked me. But let's get this straight... watch your language. You get me, Ensign? I don't care if you hate me or not, but you're going to show me respect, and if I ever hear anything like that from you again, even a whisper, you'll regret it. Understand?" Robin was generally a friendly go-along-to-get-along person, and she hated conflict, but when pushed she could push back and hard. She joked inwardly that maybe she had a few Khan genes that liked to assert themselves every once in a while. 

 

Broward started to stammer. "Permission to speak..."

 

"Denied. Do. You. Understand?" 

 

Broward nodded. "Yes, sir." 

 

"Dismissed." This time Broward left without even a muttered word. 

 

Robin sat at the desk in the lab and put her head in her hands. The anger was leaving as quickly as it had risen, and all that was left was a feeling of shock and depression. She sniffed, and the tears came. Don't go out there yet. Don't let her see you like this, or any of them. Weak little girl. 


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#99 Ens Beka Sydesh

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Posted Star Date 22105.06 @ 21:42 (09:42 PM)

As the row broke out amongst the nursing staff, it took every ounce of willpower Beka possessed to stop herself from going straight over there and intervening. She wanted to look after her friend, but she knew full well that the best way to help Robin would be to let the head nurse sort this out herself. 
 
I so want to get over there… she thought to herself, draining her mug and disposing of it. But I can’t. Otherwise it just looks like I’m trying to fight Robin’s battles for her and that’s not a good look for either of us. She’s got this.
 
What the redhead was able to do was keep minds focused elsewhere. If anyone stopped to watch the Broward show, they had Sydesh there in a flash to remind them about their own tasks and how important those were. She had a knack for getting people’s attention and it was being put to good use making sure Sickbay kept moving. 
 
“Marini! You’re in the middle of sealing a wound. Focus on that, yeah?”
 
“Hey Colm. How’s the break? Yes, that break there. Not the one you were about to cause by stimulating the wrong tissue.”
 
“That looks nasty. Be a shame if someone made it worse by not watching what they were doing, wouldn’t it Passman?”
 
By the time Broward came out of the lab for the second time, Beka had made her point and the medical personnel were, somewhat reluctantly, back to work.
 
When the redhead made a beeline for the lab, her paths crossed with the much taller Broward and the two bumped shoulders. The nurse came off much worse and seemed almost shocked when she bounced straight off and spun away, only for Sydesh to stop and turn a withering stare her way. 
 
“You watch your ******* step,” the doctor said coolly before turning her back and moving away.
 
No, I didn’t need to do that. But it felt so good…
 
Beka tapped gently on the lab door and then let herself in. 
 
“Hey you,” she said, letting Robin know who it was as the door slid closed behind them. A couple of taps at the control blanked the window out. “You look like you need a friend right now, and I’m told I give great hugs. How about it?”
 
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#100 Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair

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Posted Star Date 22105.06 @ 23:56 (11:56 PM)

As Robin wiped her tears and tried to center herself the door slid open again, and the not-unexpected figure of Beka Sydesh stepped in. Beka had heard (and maybe seen) Broward berating the shocked Midshipman Gentry. They'd likely heard her in the Alpha Quadrant, and had come to check in and see how her friend was doing. Robin was torn. She wanted to put on a brave face, act like the confrontation and Broward's muttered slur hadn't hurt her, but they had. Especially Broward's contemptuous words. 

 

“Hey you,” Beka said as she darkened the window. “You look like you need a friend right now, and I’m told I give great hugs. How about it?”

 

Robin was out of her chair in a heartbeat, grabbing Beka in a deep hug. The tears came again, and she cursed herself for losing control. The nurse wanted to be like her in times like this so badly. She's seen the red-headed doctor in numerous confrontations and Beka always came out on top, hitting back with words (and occasionally more, though Robin hadn't seen that in person) and showing just how little she cared about what others thought of her. Beka had to be tough, because if she hadn't been she wouldn't have survived. 

 

After a moment she sniffed and loosened the hug, though she didn't let go immediately. The purple-haired nurse took a deep breath. 

 

"Thanks, Beka. You're so right. I do. Badly. **** it, I thought I had a handle on it." The curse (mild as it was) came out before the conservative-raised farmgirl could stop it. She never cussed. "I was angry, but I thought I'd reached an understanding with that..." She stopped. "But she just had to say it. She just had to go there. She didn't think I could hear it, but I did." The emotion was welling up again, and she fought to beat it back down. "I always hear it. Six years at the Academy, six years of quiet insults behind my back, and I never said anything. I just took it, because I didn't want to make a scene. I know I'm not supposed to care, but I do." 

 

The young Lieutenant released her friend, but only stepped a foot to her side and leaned against a lab table. She felt like she was wallowing in self-pity, and wondered if Beka thought she was weak. The redhead was her best friend, but she'd been through so much that Robin would never understand. Words. They were just words. Beka had been in knife fights. She'd beaten the crap out of pirates trying to assault her. The nurse was angry at herself for treating the words as if they mattered. Broward was a nasty piece of work, but the universe was full of Browards, and she knew it. 

 

Robin suddenly realized that Beka didn't likely know what she was talking about, hadn't heard the slur that Broward had uttered. "Augment freak." she said miserably, by way of explanation.

 

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