Posted Dec. 3, 2021, 1:56 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Civilian Jessa Novar (Child) in Jessa meets with the Elders …When the past doesn’t match the present…or the future
By the time Jessa had reached her area in sickbay, she had come to a decision. She had been left with no other option. Moving to her bed she grabbed the pillowcase and yanked the soft material inside it out. Digging into her pocket she pulled out the chicken nuggets she had stored in there. “Gross,” she moaned looking at the chunks of meat, she frowned seeing spots where the breading came off and spots where lint and crap from her pockets now coated it. Since there would be time later to pick it off, Jessa emptied her pockets out into it and then stuffed the pillow back into the case.Lauren cocked her head to the side watching Jessa through the forcefield. “What is she doing with her pillow,” she asked quizzically. From their vantage point the kid seemed to be having what most people would assume to be a temper tantrum but with the only moveable object in the room being a blanket and pillow it was not like she could damage anything.
Watching Jessa go about doing whatever was occupying her, Lauren had another thought. “Can you double a security team here around dinner time,” she asked,
Mardusk nodded silently, his eyes locked on the frantic packing and unpacking of the pillow.
“She can’t stay here Gravel. Physically there is nothing wrong with her. Sickbay is not the brig. We can’t keep routing patients to other clinics. I am discharging her at dinner so around five or so, Ian is going to break the news about being genetically related to her.” Lauren left the news opened ended. No one was still sure how that happened and in the end, did it matter. “I am going to recommend she go home with him.”
“Hell no. She’s going to the brig. But I wanted to make sure she’d be able to handle the change… physically, at least.” Mardusk said flatly.
Standing back she set it on the bed and frowned. “You are a triffing idiot Jessa Novar. If you leave it they will just have access to it.” Letting out a breath she grabbed the pillow and pulled it again out of the sleeve. “Hey..Hey, I want to see Mardusk now,” Jessa yelled to the guards not really looking at them as she dumped the chick chunks, breading, lint and dust onto the blanket of her bed.
“I am ready to talk but only for the next five minutes,” Jessa threw in an arbitrary deadline as she picked up a nugget and and tried to pick off anything that was stuck to it.
“Looks like you are being paged big guy,” Lauren patted him on the back. “Hypo,” she pulled out a device from her pocket and held it up for him.
Mardusk took a breath, looked at the hypo, and shook his head. “No thanks. I’m trying to quit.” and he began moving to the biobed.
Jessa gagged slightly as the now cold meat slid over her tongue. These things were so much better when they were hot. “Did you hear me? I said where the triffing seven rings of hell is Mardusk,” Jessa stuffed two more nuggets in her mouth.
Jessa Novar
“Right here.” Mardusk’s rolling thunder voice filled the shrinking distance between Jessa and himself. Stopping just outside of the isolation field, Mardusk clasped his hands behind him and glowered at Jessa. “Ready to talk? Otherwise I have nice hot meal to get to.”
Mardusk, CoS
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