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Sickbay ...When the past doesn't match the present...or the future

Posted Nov. 10, 2021, 4:32 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Civilian Jessa Novar (child) in Sickbay …When the past doesn’t match the present…or the future

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in Sickbay …When the past doesn’t match the present…or the future

Posted by Lieutenant Lauren Shan (Doctor) in Sickbay …When the past doesn’t match the present…or the future
Posted by… suppressed (15) by the Post Ghost! 👻
OOC: wasn’t sure where to put this so made a new thread and linking to the transporter room. Ignore if it’s not okay.

IC:
Having discharged her orders from the Captain to the Lt Cmdr, Cara headed to Sickbay to update Evrilla on what was happening. She walked in, spotted her and headed over. “Good…night I guess it is Dr. Evrilla. Thought I would come give ya an update.” Cara gave the information as quickly and concisely as possible.

“Honestly, I donna think anyone is happy about them comin’ aboard. They’re hidden somethin’ and are aggressive. I wonna be surprised if someone gets hurt. But the cap has ordered a whole unit of security and Marines ta the transporter room.”

O’Farrell, CNS

=/\= Security to Sickbay! Prep for emergency point to point transport! =/\= and he grabbed NE Drank and made her kneel next to the young woman. He pressed her hard on the side of of the young woman’s neck and said “Do NOT let go! Not until the Doc tells you! =/\= Sickbay! Two to beam in! NE Drank and victim. Prep for incoming wounded. Its the Skipper. Engage! =/\= and Drank and the wounded girl vanished in a swirl of lights.

“I…I need help,” Drank stuttered with blood-covered hands. “Evrilla....Evrilla,” she screamed feeling the pulsing of the blood slowing. She was not a doctor but she had enough common sense to know this was not a good sign.

The sound of the incoming comm call had sent sickbay into over drive. A nurse ran to Drank seeing the blonde hair but not finding the owner she expected. Still, she was trained enough to not freeze. The young woman’s blood pressure was low and her breath was coming in struggled gasps. “Ensign I need you to keep pressure but not push so hard with your fingers. Evrillla,” the nurse screamed seeing this was way out her her hands. It needed the CMO. “You are doing great but her gasping is because you are choking her. We are going to change out,” the nurse kept a calm voice and placed her hands at the ready. “Evrilla,” she yelled again knowing the doc was near and hoping the head of sick bay was not having to choose between Kelly and this kid. “Count of three. One…two…three,” the nurse replaced her hands where Drank’s were.

As she waited for Evrilla to arrive, the nurse posed another question to Drank. “We sent Parker to transporter room twelve. How is the captain,” she asked the woman.

“I…I don’t know,” Drank stuttered wiping the blood off her hands onto her shirt. There was so much it only smeared it all over her uniform coming in.

“Dammit I need some help over here,” the nurse called out as a second set of swirls filled the sickbay this time materializing Kelly and the marine medic.

“I need a doctor,” the marine medic called out.

Lauren stood in the main room looking at the two patients that had just entered. Triage was a tricky situation and in situations like this, decisions were based on gut and experience. “Vitals,” she called out moving towards them both.

“Blood pressure eighty over fifty and falling. Possible skull fracture and CSF leak indicated by clear fluid draining from the right ear. Probably subdermal hematoma on the parietal-occipital lobe resulting from a contusion from an impact injury. The captain is not conscious and pupils are dilated,” the marine medical called out calmly.

“Patient is suffering from a laceration to the jugular vein post four minutes. Blood pressure falling seventy over fifty,” the nurse with Jessa reported. “She was conscious but has lost a lot of blood. We are losing her.”

It only took Lauren a second to pick the patient. “Until I get help, I need the Captin put into a stasis pod and someone find Evrilla,” Lauren yelled out. “I think she is with her daughter. Try her quarters and the educational suite,” she barked out orders. While the Captain’s injuries were serious and concerned Lauren greatly, only one patient was actively dying at the moment.

“Here, I’m here!” Evrilla rounded the corner into Sickbay, pulling on her gloves. Tatyl seemed to be trailing behind her, but the girl simply ran over to the administration desk and sat down. She began analyzing almost immediately.

“Captain is down and unconscious. All I know is impact injury.” Lauren knew the CMO was the best to handle Kelly. She had the experience and her hands were not trying to keep the kid alive.

Moving next to the girl, Lauren locked eyes with the nurse. “Do not take your hands off her neck. If you do she will bleed out and we will lose her.” The ashen color of the young girl’s skin and a pale blue tint to her lips told Lauren she was about five minutes from bleeding out. Lauren did not need to read any scan to know what to do. “We need to get her into surgery. Get me a stretcher,” she yelled as the team was already moving one next to the biobed Jessa rested on. “On the count of three we are going to move her,” Lauren instructed her staff. “We need to do this in one motion because it is probably going to drop her BP even lower. Ready. One…two…Three,” Lauren placed a hand on Jessa’s forehead as four cormen moved the girl in a fluid unit to the stretcher. Years of practice had the medical emergency team moving like a single until. “Hang on baby,” Lauren said softly as she continued taking scans of the young girl as they walked across the room. “Is the surgical suite up and ready?” she asked already knowing everything she needed was in place. While this was not a normal Tuesday, it was not the first critical case they had seen.

“Lauren. You have her? Start a transfusion and do your best to seal the wound. It doesn’t need to be perfect, we can reconstruct the vein, just keep her blood on the inside.” Evrilla moved quickly towards Kelly, changing focus.

“Yeah,” she yelled out to Evrilla. The conversation between the two was a well-rehearsed dialogue in emergency situations. It was all checking and double-checking that the patient’s needs were being met even though Lauren knew anyone in Evrilla’s hands was receiving the best care anyone could ever ask for. Evrilla knew the same of Lauren. Talking and sharing in these situations meant no base was left uncovered and no option ignored. “My scans said the injury was at the occipital-parietal lobe but I don’t have anything else,” Lauren called out before disappearing into the surgical suite.

Looking over her shoulder, Lauren saw the team moving Kelly into a stasis pod. “Prep the second surgical bay for the captain in case we need to do a craniotomy to relieve any pressure in the brain.”

Lauren Shan

OCC: since there are two patients I am going to create a Jessa medical thread. We can keep this one for Kelly’s medical treatment. Since they are in the same room anyone in sickbay can move between them. I am not sure any other way to do this and keep it straight. ~ Kate

OOC: Ok! That works. - L
IC:
“Don’t bother prepping, just take her straight there. I don’t want to move her too much. Take scans, I’m sure she has a concussion. Find out where the CSF is coming from, I’ll be right in.” Evrilla waited a moment to be sure her instructions were being followed, then turned towards Jessa’s suite. She’d have to go back and forth until both were stable. “Tatyl, stay where you are!” She’d almost forgotten her daughter had followed her in.
-CMO Evrilla

Cara moved to a replicator and then sat down across from Tatyl. “Know how ta play cards? It always keeps me busy when I have ta wait a long time.” Cara wasn’t leaving Sickbay. She had a feeling she would be needed later and wanted to be in hand. She figured she could help keep Tatyl busy so Evrilla didn’t have to worry. She was sure the medical staff would do it, but it was how she could help. She also had basic medic training and was willing to help as needed. When things settled down she stopped a nurse in the main bay. “I’m O neg blood type. I’m willin’ ta donate if they need it, for either patient.” She saw security arrive a breathed a bit easier. Cara spent a lot of time with security and trusted them all to be level-headed and fair. She also kept an eye out for anyone coming into Sickbay and watching for any concerning behavior.

O’Farrell, CNS

“We can play.” Tatyl didn’t seem very enthusiastic, although that was easily attributed to being woken up on such short notice. The girl was still in her sleep clothes, a far cry from her usual composure. “You’ll have to teach me though. I only know Aenar games.”
-Tatyl

Cara sat down and opened the box of cards and began to shuffle. “Well maybe you can teach me some of those. We can trade games.” Cara looked at Tatyl thoughtfully, “Would you rather go back to bed? I can set you up a cot in the small break room and you can sleep if you want.”
O’Farrell, CNS

Evrilla’s team moved with the precision of a highly choreographed dance. The staff did not need her to give them commands. She had run drills and practiced so often this was like second nature regardless of the patient. They moved Kelly in a fluid motion bringing everything and anything Evrilla could need. All she had to do was shout out what needed to go into the palm of her hand.

“Patient is a thirty-four-year-old female. She has an impact injury to her occipital-parietal lobe of the brain with a subdermal hematoma slowly filling up the meningeal layers of the brain. Scans indicate the pressure is starting to press down on the autonomic regions of the base of the brain,” one of the nurses reported giving Evrilla as much information as she knew.

“Blood pressure is dropping and she is having labored breathing,” another nurse reported backing up the claims that the pressure on the brain stem was starting to affect the cardiac and pulmonary systems.

Kelly’s fingers fluttered as someone stabbed her finger with a pin checking for reflexes. “Right now there appears to be no issues related to the spinal column or issues with paralysis,” the third nurse reported as Kelly was moved to her final place for Evrilla to begin treatment.

Nurses in Sickbay

OCC: You can alter, edit, or delete any of this if you want. I just wanted to give you something to work with. If you don’t want to participate in the thread that is okay too. Just looking for something you might enjoy RPing. ~ Kate

OOC: Thanks Kate! This is super well set up. I’m going to stop halfway through, just an opportunity for people to put anything they want in. -L

“Alright. Let’s prep for an occipital craniotomy.” Evrilla picked up a laser scalpel off the tray, preparing to cut over the occipital bone, which would allow her access to the most pressing accumulation. A quick glance around showed her nurses were well prepared with suction and irrigation, so she began the cut. The laser scalpel cauterized as it cut, thankfully without any smell of burning flesh. She folded the skin and muscle back and drilled three holes that would allow her to remove a bone window. She was momentarily surprised by the red of the blood, but the nurse quickly stepped in to remove it. The pressure was already lessening, but she continued to ensure complete removal.

Evrilla cut from hole to hole, removing the window. The operating room was silent except for the whirring of the drill. “Tray.” The nurse offered it, and Evrilla gently set the bone in. She’d replace it once she was done draining.
-Evrilla, CMO

“Kelly,” Ian’s voice called out carrying the tension associated with someone close to panic. His eyes darted to the surgical suites. Reading the names above the surgical units he paused for half a second under Shan before moving towards the one marked Evrilla. He didn’t need to see the patients to know that if Evrilla was on duty that is where Kelly would be. He paced in front of the opaqued field rubbing his jaw. Nothing made any sense right now but he didn’t care about anything except his wife behind the field. Eventually, he would make his way down to security or figured Mardusk or Styxx would come to find him. Seeing a nurse exit the room, Ian immediately began peppering her with questions.

“How is she? Can I see her? Kelly,” he called out looking back at the opaque field again.

“Ian,” the nurse put her hand on his arm. “I can tell you that Kelly is in surgery. She had a subdermal hematoma which is bleeding on the brain. Evrilla is working on her. Your wife’s signs are stable but it is going to be another hour maybe before Evrilla is out of surgery. I know it’s hard but take a seat and she will be with you as soon as she can safely leave Kelly. Can I get you some coffee,” she offered rubbing his back with one hand. Right now the entire crew was tense, stressed, and worried.

“No no I am fine,” he waved her off. Now that he knew it was going to be a wait, he glanced at the other surgical suite. “Is that where they took the other one? The one that involved in the transporter room,” he asked not waiting for an answer. The security team hanging in sickbay was all the answer he needed. Moving to the room he began to talk loudly. “Are they in there? Which one is in there?”

“Commander you need to calm down,” the security officer said in a calm but firm tone. “Back up or we will remove you from sick bay.”

Jessa wanted to stay adrift in the blackness but something was tugging at her mind. It often did when she was asleep and had for years. Moving slightly she struggled to either wake up or fall back to sleep but like most nights, her memories would not let her.

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Jessa’s Subconscious
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“Ma’am, you need to calm down,” a firm but serious voice replied to Preceptor Elgina. “We are evacuating in order according to vouchers and passes. You,” he pointed to the woman, “are on this one. They,” he pointed to Jessa and two of the children standing with her, “are on the next one. Now get on the shuttle or risk losing your seat.” The area around the landing zone was chaos. The ships had just started to try and evacuate the people from the city but it was a lost cause. There were just too many people to get out and not enough time to get them out.

“You mean according to who can pay and who can’t,” Preceptor Elgina shot back in an equally stern voice. She did not care that the man was holding a weapon and had seen him and several of his kind already using them on people that caused trouble. Everyone but the three children behind her had passed the gates and were taking off on their designated shuttles. She knew why these three kids had been singled out. There were not enough seats for everyone and all the other kids at the boarding school had parents that were not off world.

The man did not have the time or inclination to play this game. Leaning forward he grabbed her by the coat and yanked her inches from his face. “Take a look around. The city is falling. No one will blame you for getting on the shuttle. The kids got spooked by the explosions. You were separated getting on a shuttle. The died in the rubble trying to get here. Pick one. Any one. No one is going to care or question it.”

Jessa moved a step back from behind the Preceptor. The noise and confusion was starting to scare her more and more. At first everyone was so calm but now the adults were becoming agitated, angry, and unpredictable. Jessa had seen so many fights breaking out between adults in situations like this far too much today.

“I will question it Watchman Bletar,” Elgina calmly read off the name on his uniform. While the educational board had secured seating for everyone in the school an hour ago, in times like this an hour was a lifetime.

Bletar did not need to read between the lines with her comment. Raising his weapon he aimed it at face. “Back up or we will remove you,” he barked activating the weapon. A sharp click and hum made some room around the Watchman and Preceptor. “Your voucher is no longer active,” he snarled and motioned the person beside him holding a fist full of credits past.

“We are not done here,” Preceptor Elgina replied not moving a muscle. There was not way she was not getting on one of the shuttles without the children behind her.

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Atlantis sick bay
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The man’s tone and non-veiled threat sent Ian’s temper over the edge. “Remove me. Me! So you are siding with the enemy when your Captain,” he stabbed at the air behind him,” is in surgery for an injury they caused.” It took everything for Ian to not deck the man. His emotions were running high and he needed something or someone to vent it on.

Ian Bordeaux

The Security officer had ‘professionalism’ drilled into him every minute since he had come on board by his boss. So his voice remained calm, but it also sounded like someone who would not tolerate anything less than adherence to his words. “Commander, I understand you are concerned. But you have no business with anyone in this room. So I will say again… and only this once… you want to stay, you stay quiet and you stay away from here. One word more and we have orders to remove you… to the brig, Commander. It’s your choice.” As if to punctuate his words, three more security officers moved close and looked at Ian with flat, expressionless faces. “If you want to discuss the matter, might I suggest you have a word with Lieutenant Commander Mardusk, sir?”

Security

Ian didn’t bother to even reply to him If he had he would have said something that would only have resulted in Ian in the brig. He has spent his life working diplomacy and now he saw how far it went with at least Mardusk. The old adage of keep your friends close but your enemies closer suddenly had new meaning. While Ian never viewed Mardusk as an enemy, he also thought he was closer to the man than some generic ensign. Turns out this was just one of those times life proved Ian wrong. Mardusk was all orders and code of the tunic and less man that had your back. Life was all about lessons and Ian had learned a valuable one.

“Commander,” a voice said softly behind him. “Evrilla is out of surgery and in her office if you would like to talk to her,” she said squeezing his arm gently.

“We are not done here,” Ian said leveling a firm gaze on the security officer. As the chief diplomatic officer, Ian’s job dictated he deal with all first contact situations. The fact that Perkins had spent an hour delaying Ian while the crap hit the fan only fueled Ian’s anger and frustration with the events of the day. Perkins meddling had hurt Kelly. There was not a security officer in the world that would stop Ian from coming after the people that did that and Perkins himself. He would spend the rest of his life behind bars if anything happened to Kelly and he would not regret a second of it.

Ian Bordeaux

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Jessa’s Subconscious
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“We are not done here,” was the only sound replaying over and over in Jessa’s head as she sat on the concrete ground against the wall and cried holding Precpetor Elgina’s hand. Those were the last words Elgina said before fighters streaked across the sky so low Jessa felt her bones ache. This was followed by explosions and fire so hot, Jessa felt like she had been sunburned from playing on the beach all day. The shuttles that were supposed to be carrying her, Elgina, and her friends to safety were destroyed one by one on the landing field. The sound of each one erupting into a million shards of metal and fire deafened everything around her. Closing her eyes, covering her ears, and squatting down helped to blot out the roar of the carnage that ensued. When she finally did open her eyes, the world was not as it once was. Elgina lay bent and twisted in an odd shape and no matter how hard Jessa shook the woman, she would not wake up. Although she was only five years old, Jessa knew Elgina was dead. How she survived the strafing fire from the fighter or the explosions was not on Jessa’s mind. She was too little to think about such things. What she was thinking about was how to find her mommy. Getting off the ground with a small stuffed Chrisven mouse under her arm, Jessa began to move through the rubble to the one place she knew where to to to find other adults.

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Atlantis sick bay
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The Ensign inclined his head respectfully… and with a sense of empathy. “Of course not, Sir. I would expect nothing less.” and he held an arm out, directing Ian towards the Medical office. At that moment, the doors to sickbay swished open and Mardusk came through, eyes narrowed and he glanced at Bordeaux and then looked at the Ensign. “Any problems?” “No, sir. Just explained to the good Commander here the policy you put in place. He was very understanding, Chief.” Mardusk looked at Ian and said “Oh, I can imagine.” He stepped towards Ian and looked down at him for a moment, a combination of compassion and sternness on his face. “Go see about Kelly, Ian. We can talk when you are done with that.”

Mardusk, CoS

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Jessa’s Subconscious
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Jessa sat on the bench looking at the world around her. She had no idea how she found her way back here but somehow she had. Her feet were still to short to reach the ground while sitting on the bench so Jessa just let them dangle. Staring at the landscape. Jessa patted the head of the stuffed animal like it was a pet. It was a reflexive action performed out of pure instinct to soothe something since no one was there to soothe her. The once cheery orange-yellow sky was the color of blood. Large black plumes of thick smoke rose from the shattered buildings. White streaks of light so bright it burned her eyes, laced the sky before causing the ground to shake and everything around the impact site to explode out before reigning back down on those unfortunate souls too close. Hugging the Chrisvens mouse tightly to her body, Jessa blinked rapidly to keep her tears at bay. Two years ago she and her mom had sat on this bench. Her mom promised that one day she would come back and find Jessa there. With no school left to go back to and no adults around to tell her what was going on or how to get to another place where there were ships and watchman to help her, Jessa had gone to the only place she knew was safe.

She knew if she stayed put and sat on the bench someone would come for her. The sounds of the battle were getting closer. At least to her, that meant people were coming and those people might be able to help. It felt like an eternity before a man approached her on the bench. “Where is your mother,” he said before a series of weapons fire rang out over the fields where Jessa once played with her friends after school and on the weekends. The sound made Jessa close her eyes tightly and bury her face in the back of the Chrisvens mouse’s head. Before she could react the man had grabbed her and pressed her hard against his chest as he screamed out. “Don’t let them near the girl. Pull back to the shuttle.” Jessa could not see what was going on around her but she could hear it. Again it was the screams of the people begging for help as shots rang out silencing them. She could tell them man was running by the way his breathing was hard and fast and how she bounced in his arms. She had no idea where he was taking her but as long as it was away from the screams and explosions, Jessa did not care.

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Atlantis sick bay
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“Here or the brig ‘cause according to that man said your order was to remove me so should I tell Evrilla to email communication about my wife or,” Ian let the words hang looking at the security chief before turning and moving towards the CMO’s office.

Ian Bordeaux

Lauren watched the commotion in the next room with more than curious interest. Someone was going to get hurt and it would be sooner rather than later with the way things were progressing. Mardusk was playing a dangerous game of chess right now. Looking at the monitors she let a small curse word slip from her lips. Jane Doe was struggling again with something. After several scans Lauren knew it was something deep in her memories because the hippocampus again was glowing like a light bulb. The increased heart and respiratory rate suggested it was some sort of night terror. She couldn’t give the kid more sedatives but waking up to the security chief was not the ideal way Lauren hoped Jane Doe would wake up too. Getting to her feet she moved rapidly to the medical bay Jane Doe was currently occupying.

“And as I’m sure he said as well… thats up to you.” the big Orion said flatly. He watched Ian enter the CMO’s office and then looked at the Security detail. “Post on the doors. He doesn’t get near this girl till I say. Clear?” “As crystal, Chief.” the Ensign nodded and motioned two guards to either side of the CMO’s office door. Mardusk nodded in approval and then looked at the nurse. “I’m here to see that prisoner.” The nurse nodded wordlessly and escorted Mardusk to the girl. Gravel looked down at her, a stern expression in his emerald eyes. “You awake? I’ve got some questions you need to answer… and right now.”

Mardusk, CoS

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Jessa’s Subconscious
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Pulling her knees to her chest, Jessa rested her chin on her knees taking in the familiar black pants, white tunic shirt, and brown woolen cloak. She wished she had not dropped the stuffed Chrisvens mouse when they had thrown her on the shuttle. It was the only possession she had left and before today, never went anywhere without it. Looking up at the man, Jessa patiently waited for him to ask the only question any adult seemed to want to know the answer for: Where is your mother? The thought of not being able to answer correctly and being thrown out of the shuttle terrified her. Jessa felt her chest tighten and felt like it was becoming hard to breathe.

“I’ve got some questions you need to answer,” a voice said looming over her small form sitting on the deck plating of the shuttle where she had been dropped.

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Atlantis sick bay
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“I’ve got some questions you need to answer,” was the last thing Jessa remembered before her eyes flew open and she gasped in a huge gulp of air. Her heart was racing and she pressed back hard into the bed looking around. Waking up however did not help with the flood of anxiety that had filled her sleep. It only filled her with more confusion. Jessa ignored the large man’s questions as she fought the fogginess in her mind. She had to find something to ground her to stop the panic from swelling in her mind like Pellan had taught her. focus on what you know. Knowing is control a voice said in her mind. What did she know right now. Taking a second to orient herself and the people in the room one thing was abundantly clear. Jessa was not on a Galactic Union ship nor were the men in the room Elders or Parliamentarians. Thier uniforms were not like anything Jessa had ever seen…or were they. Something seemed vaguely familiar.

Taking a few deep breaths she looked around the room and focused on the only thing that was familiar: The large green alien in the room who asked the question. Why was he familiar? He was the one that attacked them. Jessa’s hand moved up to her neck feeling the small bandage. The spot was tender but didn’t hurt unless she pressed it. Things had happened so fast but it was slowly coming back the more Jessa thought about it. She took a steadying breath before she asked her question. She had to appear confident and in control. Relaxing the tension in her body, Jessa concentrated on laying back in the bed and keeping her breathing slow and regular. “Did you kill my companions,” she asked dreading his response. If it was yes, Jessa was in a lot more trouble than she could deal with. If the answer was no, there was still hope the mission could be completed.

Jessa Novar (Currently the crew only knows as Jane Doe)

Entering the room, Lauren did not stop Mardusk and the others in the room from talking to the kid. For now it was purely to be there if the kid needed another sedative. While Lauren did have some sympathies for the kid, she also knew kids could be unpredictable. Until they had more answers to the questions, things were going to be tense.

Lauren Shan.

Mardusk looked at the girl for a long moment, shimmering emerald green eyes takig in every detail. After a few long, silent moments, he said “No, kid. I didn’t. But your friends did a hell of a number on my Captain, and I don’t tolerate that kind of thing. “

The breath Jessa had been holding escaped in a small puff. She visibly relaxed processing the information the alien had supplied her. It had nothing to do with worrying about Zala Tsu and the other’s safety. Jessa knew they could take care of themselves. It was more that the mission was still viable and she did not have to do it alone. The man did not seem the type to be interrupted but Jessa took the chance. She felt in her gut this would be a one time thing he allowed so Jessa pressed one more question. “Where are they?”

” They in holding. Safe, conscious, and uninjured. But they are in my custody. Now…” and he moved slowly and half-sat on the bed, his eyes never leaving her.

Jessa watched him intently but with him moving it was not so easy to keep her eyes on both the men in the room and the doctor moving about. The doctor was way out of her peripheral vision but for the moment the man at the door that came in with the green alien seemed to be standing still. Shifting her body slightly Jessa let it appear she was moving back from the alien. In truth, she was just angling herself so she could keep both men in her line of vision better sitting in this new position.

“My name is Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk. I am in charge of Security on this ship. I also handle any investigations related to criminal activity. So that means I need to ask you a couple of questions, ok? But we’ll start small and easy and work our way up to the bigger stuff, alright? Now then… whats your name?” His voice was low, even, and pleasant. Conversational, not accusatory.

Mardusk, CoS

Hearing his name, Jessa burned every detail she could about him in her memory. The only name they had before setting foot on the ship was Ian Bordeaux. Now she had the supposedly head of security Gravel Mardusk. The more names she knew the better. Jessa sat in the bed and bit her lip thinking of how to respond. If he was asking her name that meant he didn’t know it. She could tell him anything and he would believe it unless he knew everything and this was just a test. If that was the case this was all a game and Zala Tsu’s warning was correct. They would never be honest: only lie and deceive to stop the mission. Jessa licked her lips to buy time to answer. Such a simple question but the answer was as important as the winning hand in a Rotar game. “Kaliea. Kaliea Soone,” she replied confidently. If he didn’t know her name, he would accept anything. “My turn,” she immediately fired back. “Who is he and Why did you attack us with the light weapon?” Jessa left no room for him to interrupt her. Whatever they used to get them on the ship, she needed to find more about it. She let her eyes dart briefly to the side where Odinson stood.

Jessa Novar (aka Jane doe. aka Kaliea Soone)

Mardusk was really strong. He could take a full stun phaser shot and not go down. But what made him really good at his job was a muscle most people really underestimated in him… his mind. He was sharp… and he could read people so well it was sometimes weird. So when she said her name, his eyes narrowed a bit and he took a breath and slowly exhaled. “First, we fired only after your companion threw our Captain into the ceiling. We gave him the choice to stop and be peaceful. He chose… poorly.” and he took another breath. “And then we moved because the woman with you opened a vein in your neck and you were going to die. So… since I saved your life… how about you return the favor and tell me your real name?”

Mardusk, CoS


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