Posted June 16, 2019, 7:40 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Rovan Moor (Engineer/Pilot) (David Shotton)
Posted by Lieutenant Julien Smith (Doctor) in Sickbay 1: Rovans Medical Check-In
Julien studied the data intently. “Well well, it seems we have now even more in common than before, aside to the love of flying.” he said and looked at Rovan seriously. “This is no coincidence, I’m sure of it. The treatment will be easy for me, it is not unlike what I have received in order to make my flesh-and-blood part work with the android half. Only in my case it was actually a real fighter battle incident that ripped me apart.” he said and winked, letting it rest.
“Rovan, I have to ask you something. Have you ever heard of the name ‘The Conclave’?” he asked.
- Julien Smith, doctor
“Now that’s a name I didn’t expect to hear this soon,” Rovan said as he eyed Julien. “That name came across my console more than once during my time away, nothing that put a place to the name or anything solid, but the Ktarian Separatist Front was particularly well informed, equipped and focused on what it wanted to achieve.” Rovan now let the name of the people he had been with out in the open. It had been big news only a month earlier when the Ktarian civil war led by the KSF spectacularly imploded right at the most critical point of the entire conflict, right when the separatists seemed poised to take the weakened government forces in one large offensive leaving the way clear for them to assume power. Being an internal conflict, Starfleet had only been able to watch and wait for the outcome.
“What exactly is your interest in them?” He asked the man, looking back to the door and watching a nurse walk past one of the windows.
Lt J.G. Moor
The knew the look in Julien’s eyes from the bridge of the Genesis. It was the kind of look Julien had when he had to play diplomat but really wanted to shoot everything down. “I have a major beef with them, and I’m not the only one on this ship. Indirectly they are the reason I’m here under cover, that’s why I think this is no coincidence. If you want to help bringing them down for all the destructive meddling they did, you’re in the right place.” he said.
Rovan nodded and didn’t hesitate in his reply. “I’m here, just say the word and you have someone beside you. The KSF couldn’t have done what it did without them, I would dearly love the opportunity to find out why they did it.”
Lt j.g. Moor, Eng/Pilot
Julien pondered the hidden request for a few breaths. Strictly speaking he was not at liberty to bring more in - that was Stark’s task as the leader of their merry little undercover group. But in contrast to the others he knew Rovan and he trusted Roven. Hell, back on Risa he had even trusted Rovan and David with his life.
“That’S how they operate. They don’t attack directly they manipulate others to do do their dirty work.” he took a deep breath.
“I’ll talk to Stark, they don’t know you on this ship the way I do. Just one more thing… I can’t be sure but there is a high likelihood that they have an operative on the ship, be on your guard.” he said.
Rovan nodded, and in his mind he heard the sarcastic and empathy lacking voice of Traylin. What do you think I have been doing for the last year? Attending a picnic? My entire life was watching my back with a disruptor under my pillow. If they have an agent of this ship coming for me is the last thing they want to be doing.
“I’ll watch my back,” Rovan said. “They have no reason to think I have been involved in anything to do with them in any case, I was on the Vera Cruz for the last year hunting raiders.” He grinned and indicated the medical file, “What do you think? Clean as a whistle?”
Lt j.g. Rovan Moor
Julien chuckled, giving Rovan a knowing look. Then he shrugged his shoulders “Yeah sure, nothing unsusual that I could find.” he said, since he hadn’t even looked. He was well aware that Rovan’s physique was not that of a normal run-of-the-mill officer and a normal doctor would have quite a few annoying questions, but Rovan was safe with him. He made a note in his file that he was Rovan’s doctor and had to handle all treatments.
Then he winked at Rovan. “Come back to see me some times, sickbay can get a bit boring at times.” he said.
“I have a better idea,” Rovan said as he stood and adjusted his tunic, “I’ve had enough of sickbays for the time being, and if I’m coming in here to make the place exciting, it’s likely not the kind of exciting I’d enjoy.” He grinned and began to make his way to the door of the office, then paused and looked back at Julien.
“So, how about a beer or two at some point in the lounge. I’ll shout the first round.” Rovans yellow eyes flashed and he turned and opened the door. Making his way out of sickbay, nobody who had watched the exit might have had the impression that Rovan knew Julian from an earlier life, only that the dark haired and greyish toned Alien was only to eager to make his way out of sickbay and onwards to his duties.
Lt j.g. Moor
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