Posted Nov. 30, 2022, 12:05 p.m. by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Commander Pilar Halcyone (Executive Officer) in Deck 12, Cargo Bay 3- Main Sim
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Dr. Rahm Vesta (Chief Medical Officer) in Deck 12, Cargo Bay 3- Main Sim
Vesta closed her crates and walked toward the door. The pair–the counselor and Cameron–were talking in the corridor!
But she could barely hear them.
”-----g..d..doc can..t…hear-----,” a muffled man’s voice said.
“Well,” Vesta thought. “I guess I’m not invited to their little… security party!” She stamped her feet in frustration.
”-----I hate-----,” a woman’s voice said. Then “-----we..know.....it..has..to..be------“
“Hate who? Me?” Vesta thought, incredulous. She shook her head.
Their voices were very faint now, but she thought she heard “destruction of a solar system!” She couldn’t take it anymore and burst through the door.
“I– I don’t care if you hate me, but if there’s something that could destroy a solar system around here, let me help! I was Bajoran Resistance, dammit!” she shouted–not in a mean way. Full of adrenaline, she slammed her book to the ground in a soft, not-at-all-aggressive -thwop-.
-CMO Rahm Vesta
Russo stared at Rahm with both surprise and intrigue. It was like he was seeing through her, his mind working quickly to analyze the situation.
“Dr. Rahm!” Said Pilar in surprised but stern tone. She gave a frowned glanced at Russo and said, “Excuse us, Mr. Russo. I must interrupt our conversation to have a word with the Doctor.” She sharply step away from him and moved inside the Cargo Bay, motioning for Dr. Rahm to follow her by pointing to the entrance.
Vesta sheepishly picked up her copy of Terror in Gallitep and curtseyed at Russo, grimacing at Pilar’s back.
After they were inside and out of Russo’s site. Pilar’s green eyes were burning with aggravation. She said in a low tone but through clenched teeth. “What is going on with you? Were you listening to our conversation?”
Dr. Rahm opened her mouth.
Before the doctor answered, Pilar took a deep breath, this was not like her. She tried to think like a counselor and put herself in the doctor’s shoes. “First of all I don’t know what you heard.....” she sighed and said, “Do you really think I or Dr. Russo, who barely knows you, would say that we hate you?”
Vesta was just so overwhelmed with conflicting emotions–adrenaline and shame and mad curiosity and duty.
“I am on senior staff and why hasn’t anyone talked to me since we’ve landed here?” she hollered. “All this cloak and dagger. Can’t you just tell me what is going on?“
She placed her index finger and her thumb in between her eyes as she continued to try to gather her composure. “There is something happening now. However I cannot share it with you…at the moment. I must try to do my diligence to investigate the situation before I am able to disclose it. Captain’s orders. It very well may not be anything significant. In any case, I dont think you can be much help right now. And if for a moment I thought you could, I would not hesitate to ask for your help.”
“Not much help! I was Resistance!” Vesta said. “Maybe I could stop myself from bursting in on every conversation I eavesdrop on–“
She paused as she stared at the woman for a moment, shook her head, looked at the ground, then she continued, “You are forcing me to do something I absolutely hate and that is to pull my rank and order you as your superior officer, not to interfere in the situation until it is brought to your attention. Do you understand?”
Dr. Rahm’s face grew red. Her hip was just starting to hurt.
“I believe I understand,” she said sadly and turned toward the door with Russo on the other side. “Just send me back to Sickbay until I’m required.”
She walked with hunched shoulders wracked with theatrical sorrow–though she did feel hurt, she was also milking it a little.
-CMO Rahm Vesta
As Dr. Rahm walked away Pilar grimaced a little. The doctor did have a point. She was a very active member of the resistance and potentially possessed some valuable knowledge about explosives. “Dr. Rahm wait!” She quickly ran ahead of her and blocked her entrance from the Cargo Bay. “I want to recant what I said about you not being of any help right now. I do apologize. It seems I have forgotten about the time you served in the resistance. Therefore you would have useful knowledge about explosives, correct? Especially the kind that can decimate an entire solar system?”
Dr. Rahm’s demeanor changed completely. “Oh, thank you,” she said. “I honestly shouldn’t have been poking my nose in so much but I’m damn curious.
Pilar gave her a gentle smile as she placed her hand on the woman’s shoulder. “No need to thank me. I know you would not interfere if you didn’t think you could be of any help.
She leaned in conspiratorially. “Most of my work in the resistance was logistics and field medicine. But during that time and in the Dominion Wars after, rumors were that both the Maquis and the Dominion–maybe even a resistance cell–had tech for a bomb made from a compound of parts trilithium, tekasite, and protomatter. Trilithium is relatively common on a starship. The tekasite can be obtained, but the protomatter is rare and said to be highly unstable. Combined, the results could indeed be system-destroying.”
-CMO Rahm Vesta
“Trilithium, tekasite, and protomatter, huh? Would all three need to be present to produce the bomb or can it suffice with just two of the components?” Pilar walked closer then said, “I don’t want to cause a panic but I think there is something on the Jupiter Station that is targeted on the Sol System. We must find it, neutralize it. Is there a way to easily locate these components?”
Outside in the corridor, unseen by the women in the cargo bay Russo did a quick scan of the corridor. Seeing nothing further that he was looking for, he tucked the tricorder back away and waited for someone to return. All of this was interesting. Very interesting. There was a great deal of potential here and Cameron wondered how he could work this all to his advantage.
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