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MPT-LS: Year of Hell - Sickbay

Posted Aug. 11, 2021, 12:30 a.m. by Lieutenant Mwezi (Chief Tactical Officer) (Riley W)

Posted by Ensign Luran Akunon (Medical Officer) in MPT-LS: Year of Hell - Sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Mwezi (Chief Tactical Officer) in MPT-LS: Year of Hell - Sickbay

Posted by Ensign Luran Akunon (Medical Officer) in MPT-LS: Year of Hell - Sickbay
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Time travel… Theo thought. He could feel the internal point of his mind almost purring with the anticipation of something so interesting. It didn’t answer however instead Aloud addressed the patient. “I don’t recommend you attempt that again just now.” Theodore said sternly.

Raauhl was taken a back about hie casual they spoke about time travel, “Is time travel something of a normal routine for you? What year do you think this is?” The XOs head was already spinning, now he had time travel to contest with. Oh Cobb is going to have a fun time writing this report he thought as an after thought.

“And your travelling companion? Who is she?” Raauhl added.

  • Commander Raauhl, XO

“I have no clue what year you’re in, but I’m from 2263,” Mwezi replied. “Thirty years after the temporal incursion of the Narada, and five years since the destruction of Vulcan at the hands of the Romulan, Nero.” The destruction of the Kelvin and of Vulcan was common knowledge among Starfleet in his time. Secondly, the uniforms were not ones that he recognized from history, so he must be in the future. They’d recognize the events from their own history, of course! Little did he know that he’d been transported to not just a different time, but an alternate timeline…

  • Mwezi, patient

Raauhl nodded and made his assumption the person or persons laying on the bed were clearly unwell and not thinking straight. “Right yes ofcourse well. I’ll leave you in the care of our medical staff and once you’re both fit we can discuss things further.” He gave the man a smile before turning to the chief medical officer, “Let me know when they’re ready to be transfered to the brig, or when they start making more sense” he said at a whisper. “I’m going to fill Cobb in with what’s happened and see if there’s any truth to what he just said.”

  • Cmdr Raauhl, XO

“Of course Commander,” the Doctor said calmly and moved the probe of his tricorder to his patients head began a more detailed scan for injury, concussion or brain pattern alterations.

There were no signs of injury to the brain or other obvious mental issues, other than the same hormonal imbalance that had been detected earlier, which the computer would flag as evidence of a known syndrome connected with Laleri mating practices. A similar condition to the Ponn Farr in Vulcans.

Luran was most certain that Vulcan in fact, had not been destroyed, and in a rare moment, the half vulcan’s look betrayed her thoughts. Time travel was one thing. Rare, but not unheard of. But everything else said by the patient was completely absurd. For her own curiosity, she double checked the scan results to see if the patient might be psychotic or delirious. But the level of dehydration made that unlikely, and there was nothing else significant on the scans.

~ Ensign Luran Akunon, Medical

As he worked he glanced at the man’s companion with an expression of passing interest.

Dr Knox

Mwezi frowned slightly at the man’s tone of voice, as somehow the human didn’t believe his words. No one had yet told him who they were despite his informing them extensively about his identity, and asking for Kula’s identity as well. He bent his knees slightly, trying to test his physical capabilities just in case he had to fight his way out of this situation. He’d been frank and honest with these strangers and they’d not given him much in return, so he was beginning to be suspicious. Perhaps they were not from the future, but impostors trying to pretend they were.

“You’re asking a lot of questions and not giving me much in return. All I know is that you’re called Leviathan, a ship I’ve never heard of. Who are you, what year is this? Why does my mention of the Narada not produce looks of recognition on your faces? How can you not know, even if you are not who you pretend to be? All of Starfleet, heck, all the Federation, knows about the Narada. You know, the Romulan mining vessel, it traveled back in time to get revenge against Vulcan and Earth after the destruction of Romulus. It was only five years ago that they imploded Vulcan, five years ago that the Enterprise and her crew stopped them from destroying Earth as well…” Not only Starfleet knew of that. All of the Federation knew that part of history. Even if they were impostors, even if they were from the future, they couldn’t have such looks of surprise and shock at what he said. It didn’t make sense…

Mwezi, patient

Luran could tell the patient’s confusion was genuine, even if her betazoid senses hadn’t been telling her so. He truly believed that a ship had blown up her home planet five years ago. Or, from their standpoint, closer to a hundred. The patient had stated the year as 22 something. “I can assure you, the destruction of Vulcan never occurred as you say it did,” said Luran. As for ‘how they could not know’ or how Mwezi seemed so sure of this alternate history, Luran remained unsure. Skeptical of ‘alternate universes’ or timelines, she did not consider it a possibility. As for the other answers he seeked… well, would this patient believe anything he was told about his whereabouts?

~ Ensign Luran Akunon, Medical

Mwezi tried again to sit up. The infusion of fluids had done much to restore his strength, and he pushed off the efforts of the doctor to keep him down. “You’re all treating me like a crazy person, but I know what I say is true. I have been to the site where Vulcan used to be, I have seen it with my own eyes, the debris and rock… Clearly for you this isn’t true, though I can’t figure out how.” He locked eyes with the Medical Ensign, seeing her Vulcan heritage.

Luran’s expression gave away little. She said nothing.

“You say that my words are untrue, which makes me assume you’ve seen Vucan good and whole? What of Romulus?” He looked from officer to officer. If they would give nothing of their names, at least he might determine other things about them, without revealing Kula’s identity as he had so freely given his own.

  • Mwezi, patient

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“I was raised there,” Luran said. “As for Romulus, I never made it there myself before it was lost,” She said to Mwezi. Whoever he was, and wherever he came from, this whole thing was quite strange. It made little sense to her, and she glanced to the others present to see what their impression seemed to be.

~ Ensign Luran Akunon, Medical

Mwezi tensed his arms slightly and shook his head, confused. It made no sense. He had to logic his way through all this nonsense. It was hard to think, but since these people clearly weren’t interested in figuring out what was going on, it was his job to think about it. “If I know what I remember is correct, and if what you know is correct, then clearly there is something more than just a mix-up going on here. I know I am not delusional in what I remember, I have spent the last five years in a world where Vulcan is destroyed, but am now in a place where it was not. I assume from your unfamiliar uniforms and the overall more highly polished and high-tech look of this place that I am no longer in the year 2263, although I’ve received no answers from you to confirm or deny that theory. I also have gotten a confirmation that Romulus is gone, a fact that is not so in the place where I come from. Romulus is fully alive and well, insofar as I am aware.”

“The year is 2397,” Luran said at last. “You are one hundred and thirty-four years in the future.”

Mwezi took a few moments to watch the reactions of the others before continuing. He’d heard that Kane had vanished, heard about the Councilor’s comments about the situation. “Putting all that together, I can’t help but think that I’ve somehow traveled in time to some kind of alternate dimension, the origin of the people who destroyed Vulcan in the time and place where I came from. It makes a lot of sense. Why wouldn’t time travel change the timeline and cause a new timeline to emerge from the old. Why shouldn’t the old timeline continue to exist as it had before?” He looked at the medical ensign who seemed to be the only one giving his words actual thought and not dismissing him as insane like that other guy had who left.

The idea of an alternate dimension was ludicrous, impossible to Luran, as time travel had once been to her people, two hundred years ago. In the 2100’s, it had been believed that time travel was impossible. Now they knew that was not so. But Luran refused to believe in another universe. “That is impossible.” She said. “Time travel has come to be an accepted theory, but there is no proof that an alternate dimension has ever existed.” Mwezi’s logic made some sense, if a time travelling made a change, what happened? Perhaps she had always assumed the “false” timeline would fade… but if it didn’t…

“And please, won’t you people at least tell me your names? I’m feeling rather vulnerable here…”

Mwezi, Patient

“I am Ensign Luran Akunon, a doctor here.” She replied finally. After all, after discussing time travel and alternate dimension theories, what harm could a name possibly do?

~ Ensign Luran Akunon, Medical

Mwezi seemed to deflate with relief at finally getting a few answers. “Thank you, Ensign Luran,” he said, closing his eyes for a few moments. “I don’t see any other possibility, besides multiple-universe theory. I remember Vulcan being destroyed in 2258, and yet we are here in 2397 and it is intact. I can’t see any way to resolve that other than the theory of multiple universes, each branching out from every choice we make. Or perhaps only the most significant ones.”

He looked at the woman, considering her. She was Vulcan, which explained the staunch stubbornness to accept his theory. It was the only logical pathway he could see. “If neither of us is lying, then there has to be something going on that is deeper than mere time travel.”

Mwezi, Patient

Luran shifted. She was not lying, yet, for some reason, she found she believed Mwezi. A logical incompatibility. “There must be another explanation,” she replied finally, in all her Vulcan stubbornness. “But let’s theorize as if you were correct - What event would have caused the split? You mentioned a ship earlier, did you not?” She asked. She did not like the theory, but it seemed Mwezsi had decided it was the only explanation. She was convinced there had to be another explanation. Something less far-fetched.

~ Ensign Luran Akunon, Medical

“Yes,” Mwezi replied. “That’s my theory. The Narada traveled back in time from the time when Romulus was destroyed, which you say has happened here, to the time of the Kelvin, which was 30 years ago from my perspective. Ah, the Kelvin is a ship that was destroyed when the Narada entered the timeline in the past. They stayed mostly out of sight and mind other than their effect on humanity’s exploration of the stars. Then something happened 5 years ago. Some future technology landed and joined them in my past timeline, which allowed them to collapse Vulcan into a black hole of sorts. Thereby creating the situation that I know.”

He scratched at the spot where the hypospray had gone in, feeling lightheaded. He frowned, pushing away the weakness. He had to stay strong just in case of danger. He could relax when he wasn’t among strangers. “I theorize that this is the moment where timelines split, caused by that time travel. If that’s true, then Multiple Universes may not be an inherent function of the reality, but instead a result and consequence of time travel. It would fix the grandfather paradox, and possibly the bootstrap paradox as well… hmm.”

Mwezi, Philosopher


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