Posted by Lieutenant Commander Renveer (Executive Officer) in Side Sim: Me, Mysymbiont, and I - Guest Lounge (Open to all)

Posted by Lieutenant Elaine Janvier (Chief Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Me, Mysymbiont, and I - Guest Lounge (Open to all)

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Bethany’s eyes got wide. “I take this Cyon Cet is not old or terminally ill? Where is Dr. Janvier? Is she aware of this man’s request?” She knew some about Trill law. Mostly that if a symbiont was at risk of dying any trill, whether trained to be joined or not, must take the symbiont to save it. Indeed it seemed this Cyon Cet was trying to force the XO’s hand, as it were. Or…maybe not. She motioned for the other officers to come with her into a near by vacant office. “Do you think he is a danger to others or himself? Does the XO realize this man is on the ship? Does Lt. Forgrave know about this?”

=^= Lt Gadi to Lt Janvier. I need to speak to you about a serious medical problem.=^=
Lt. Gadi, CNS

OOC: I won’t change your post; but consider Heimdel’s reply to be prior to Gadi calling Janvier.
That’s fine
IC: “No, I believe that Cet is healthy; at least as far as I can tell. Dr. Janvier is speaking with… them now.” Heimdel was gradually becoming more used to the joined Trill’s pronouns; but it was still unusual for her. Heimdel nodded to NE Braxton who was speaking quietly to Forgrave, before following the Lt. into the nearby office.

“I… I don’t know if they are a danger to themselves; possibly. I very much so doubt that anyone else is in danger; with the exception of Commander Renveer by way of coercion as I mentioned. And the Commander is aware of their presence; Cet asked for him upon arrival, though Renveer ah… declined the meeting.”

There was a quiet knock on the door; and after a brief pause it was opened by Lt. Forgrave. “Ma’am; Ensign. Braxton steered me here; seems there’s a bit of an unusual situation going on?”

Forgrave, CoS

Bethany listened carefully and it didn’t add up. When Forgrave entered she nodded towards him. “Apparently there is another Trill on board. He wants to Janvier to remove his symbiont and make the XO take it. First since this Cet is healthy, that’s death to remove the symbiont. Second, something is mentally wrong with him. Trill’s don’t refer to themselves in the plural. So there is some kind of disconnect there, possibly mental illness. And according to Heimdel, Renveer is refusing to see this Cet. I need to talk to Janvier but she hasn’t responded yet. This type of thing is handled internally on the Trill home world. Symbiots being given to a new host is not done off of Trill unless the host is dying and can’t wait for a new, chosen host to arrive. My gut tells me this Cet is trying to coerce the commander.”
Lt. Gadi, CNS

Forgrave glanced at Heimdel for confirmation, and to see if she felt anything else needed to be added. At her nod, he turned back to Lt. Gadi. “Coercion sounds right to me; and I don’t like it… Could this man be a suicide risk?”

Cet’s expression betrayed his muted annoyance, but he waved a hand to indicate his understanding. “If you must. I can assure you that I am not acting under duress or experiencing any psychosis, but if you would like a second opinion, I suppose I could give the counselor the same explanation I just gave you. Although I hope you can understand that I wish for this matter to remain as private as possible.”

In the Lounge Janvier raised an eyebrow wondering how the timing could be so perfect. “Excuse me a moment,” she glanced at the Trill man and took a few steps away before tapping her comm badge =^= What a coincidence Counselor I was just about to contact you on a matter of my own. What sort of medical problem do you need me for?=^=

Lt. Janvier, CMO

“Forgrave? Could we get a visual of the room they are in? It is my professional opinion that this man could be a danger to himself and until cleared he should be monitored for his own physical safety.” She didn’t have any qualms about putting this man under visual surveillance to make sure he didn’t hurt himself in order to manipulate the XO.

In response, Issac tapped at his PaDD for a moment, bringing up a live feed of the guest lounge on the conference room’s screen; showing both Cyon Cet and Lt. Janvier present in the lounge. Issac passed the PaDD to Heimdel. “Keep an eye on Mr. Cet, please. Anything looks… dangerous, let’s say; consider yourself under orders to stun the man and transport him to sickbay; that may be a bit much, but I ain’t gonna risk any irreversible incidents here.”

=^=It’s a matter of medical privacy and I would prefer not to discuss the patient over open comms. Could you meet with me very quickly? It shouldn’t take long at all.=^= Bethany wasn’t sure how much this Cet could hear. She stepped back into the hall way to wait for Janvier to step out. When she did and the door had closed behind her she beckoned her into the adjacent office. “The security officers here have expressed some concern about our guest, and from what they have told me, I am very concerned.”
Lt. Gadi, CNS

As Lieutenant Janvier stood and moved to the other side of the room, Cet stood as well, moving opposite of her to the replicator and ordering himself a single apple on a cutting board, which he brought back with him to sit at one of the lounge’s tables. On the cutting board, there was paring knife. Cet glanced up at Janvier as he caught pieces of the call, then began to slowly peel the green skin off of the ripe fruit, meticulously maneuvering the instrument in such a way that made it clear he was accustomed to working carefully with his hands.

(Cyon Cet, Trill Science Ministry)

=^= Understood. =^= Janvier glanced over her shoulder to check on the guest who was causing so much concern. He seemed to have made himself comfortable in her absence. Her gaze drifted down to the knife in his hands. Her stomach felt cold just looking at it. The action of peeling the apple itself was innocent, but in light of their conversation it felt more sinister. Ending the transmission she took care to inform him that she would just ‘greet the counselor in outside.’ Before slipping out to see what Gadi had to say.

Out in the hallway, Elaine let out a soft sigh nearly inaudible, releasing all the tension the uneasy she felt. “You are right to be concerned.” the doctor agreed quietly, “I suspect there is something wrong with the host-symbiont link. The relationship between the symbiont and the host seems… toxic. He is determined to be separated despite knowing the cost of such a procedure, to such an extent that I believe he is a risk to himself should he decide that is the best way to get what he wants.” Janvier sighed and ran a hand through her hair, an old habit of hers. “The issue is I don’t believe that the operation is the solution to the incompatibility issue. Without knowing more I have a hunch that the link problem lies in the symbiont.”

Lt. Janver, CMO

Gadi nodded. “There are rituals that the Trill perform in order to help when there is a problem. But they must be conducted by a member of the Symbiosis Commission. There are two ways: the Himantura or the Rite of Emergence. I think first and foremost we need to contact the Symbiosis Commission on Trill and explain what is going on. I also think he should be in Sickbay under surveillance to ensure that he doesn’t hurt himself. The Trill can send a ship and take Cet back to Trill to decide what to do.” Bethany thought it over, “I have to agree that there is something wrong with the link. Based on what these officers told me, he’s speaking in plurals. And Trills don’t do that. They are one being not two or more. Could we deceive him? I know that sounds bad, but if he’s volatile then we need to get him calmly to sickbay. Tell him you need to run tests, which you would do if you were going to perform the procedure and then need to study it so you do it right? Buy us some time for a ship from Trill to get here.”
Lt. Gadi, CNS

“I reckon as a trill, he’d know about those two options as well, right? Must be a reason he ain’t doing that now - either he’s already tried and it didn’t work, or he was denied those options. He’s got a reason that he’s here, not on Trill. Not saying it’s a good reason, but it’s something. I can’t say I know much of anything regarding Trill culture, but seems like there’s tremendous value placed on the symbiont, and I reckon the joining as well, right? Now, I don’t think this is a popular opinion, but I reckon a man’s free ta do what they will with their life; so long as it don’t affect no-one else. Seems here we got at minimum three beings involved here; Cyon, his symbiont Cet, and Commander Renveer - along with anyone else who’s invested in him I reckon. And as much as I like the idea of fobbing Mr. Cet here off to his people; I suspect that ain’t gonna improve his situation.” I also can’t say I like the idea of lying to the man; if he’s being honest with us the least we can do is be honest in return! Issac kept that last thought to himself; he recognized that such an action could prove equally troublesome, and tensions already seemed to be rising.

Issac Forgrave, CoS

“He doesn’t want to admit his ‘failure to provide for the symbiont before the Trill counsel.’” Janvier quoted. “It’s a matter of pride.” she signed and ran her hand through her hair. “I’ve never met a case like him. For now all I can think to do is to keep him calm and stall for time, but it will only be so long before he gets suspicious. Would it be wise consulting Commander Renveer? Willingly or not, his is involved in this, and his knowledge of Trill culture is superior to ours. Not to mention he is our superior officer and if we want to bring a Trill ship out here, it will have to go through official channels.”

Lt. Janvier, CMO

“Apparently he has already refused to see this Cet. But perhaps I should speak with him? I believe that you, doctor, will have your hands full with Cet. Professionally I recommend confining him to sickbay. I don’t like the idea of trickery, but a full medical evaluation would be a good place to start. And if I remember my studies on Trills he will require a mental evaluation as well before he can give up the symbiont before natural causes takes him. I can check with the XO about that though. Perhaps a background check on this man as well. There might be more to his ‘pride’ than a sense of failure with his symbiot?”
Lt Gadi, CNS

“Pride, eh? Well now, that makes a bit of sense. Don’t reckon that’ll make our lives easier, though. Fer now, I reckon it may be good to get him talking to Lt. Gadi; if nothing else, I’m a bit leery of leaving him alone. From there, we can always move him to the sickbay. And I don’t think our sitting here conspiring is gonna make him feel comfortable or that we’ll agree to his request. In the meantime, I can get ahold of the Commander; see if he can give us any insight.” Issac fell silent, looking around the room. “Now ‘a course, I’m open ta ideas and suggestions, but in the absence of anything else....”

Issac Forgrave, CoS

Bethany nodded, “Doctor? Should we return to our guest?” She turned to Forgrave, “Under no circumstances do I want Revneer and this Cet in the same room. I have no idea how the XO would react to him, but I would venture a guess of ‘not well’ since he refused to see the man. But Cet might react by doing something desperate if he sees Revneer and thinks he can tip the scales.” She hoped Janvier agreed with her. It would make her ‘order’ more secure. She was, as of yet, still an unknown on the ship so the other officers may not be as ready to trust her judgement as she would hope. But Forgrave had a good steady head on his shoulders, and he didn’t want any crazy incidents either. “Do you think, Janvier, he’ll agree to see me?” Bethany moved toward the door. She, like Forgrave, didn’t want to leave the man alone for too long.
Lt Gadi, CNS

“No arguments on that; matter of fact I think I’ll actually go to Renveer - avoid bringing him down here and chancing them running into each other.” Forgrave nodded firmly, and stood in preparation to leave; looking to Janvier to see if she had any suggestions or alternate ideas.

Elaine tilted her head and thought back on her conversation with the man in question. “He’ll agree,” she said, “Perhaps you will be able to help him more than I can.” she sighed, “What harm could it do? If Forgrave speaks to the X and we speak to Cet, perhaps we will be able to find a more… reasonable solution than the one Cet is looking for.” Divide and conquer. It was a touch hopeful to believe that a few small conversations would fix everything, but it would help. Hopefully between them, the Counselor would be able to work out what was wrong with the host-symbiont relationship, and Forgrave would be able to find out where Renveer stood on the whole matter.

Lt. Janvier, CMO

“Heimdel? I’d like you and NE Braxton to stay here; I reckon consider yourselves under command of the Lieutenants here; though I trust y’all’s judgement of course. I’ll be in touch; hopefully we can come to a good solution for everyone here.”

With that, Issac stepped out into the corridor, heading for the turbolift. Tapping his badge, he called Commander Renveer. =/\=Sir? I’d like to meet with you regarding a guest we currently have on the Dresden. Where can I find you?=/\= Issac’s tone was polite, but brooked no argument. It was less of a request than a statement, though still respectful.
(OOC: probably a good point to split off into a separate thread)

Issac Forgrave, CoS

Bethany was thankful for the continued presence of Heimdel and Braxton. She left the room and moved over to the door to the guest lounge. She would wait for Janvier to introduce her to Cet and hopefully he would be willing to speak with her. Hopefully they would be able to find out what was really going on and actually help Cet rather than play into his fantasies of how to create a better life, better outcome, better whatever it was he was looking for. She nodded for Janvier and waited for her to enter the room first.
Lt Gadi, CNS

Leading the way Janvier navigated to where Cet had situated himself. Clearing her throat politely so as not to startle the man when she spoke. “Mr Cyron Cet, this is Lieutenant Gadi, the ships Counselor, the one I mentioned briefly earlier.” she introduced. “Lieutenant Gadi has agreed to help assess your… condition and evaluate it so that we can properly decided on a solution most beneficial to yourself and other parties.”

Lt. Janvier, CMO

Cyon watched the pair approach expectantly, setting down the knife he was using to peel the skin from his fruit. “Charmed,” he said as a way of greeting the counselor. The bald trill man held out a hand, motioning to the seats across from him at the four-person table. “Please, ask whatever questions you’d like. I’m quite confident that answering them will dissolve any misgivings either of you may have about my request.” He folded his hands in his lap and leaned back against the chair.

(Dr. Cyon Cet, Trill Science Ministry)

“It’s a pleasure Dr. Cet. I guess, and perhaps it’s because I don’t understand the unique relationship between symbiont and host, I’m wondering why you are considering such a final solution. Dr. Janvier and I want to make sure we are able to support and care for everyone involved. This is after all new medical territory for us.” Bethany’s face was open and honest. She was also very careful not to tell Cyon that they were going to perform the surgery. They would support and care for everyone involved based on the ethics, morals, medicine, and Trill law. Bethany was strongly against doing this. She still felt like they should contact the Trill homeworld to have someone come and get Cyon and handle this internally. As far as she was concerned the Prime Directive prevented any of them from helping Cet unless he was actually dying. Even then protocol was to contact the home world and try to maintain life support until a new host arrived. Usually they brought their own doctors with them as well. Bethany did NOT like this, but Cyon wouldn’t be able to tell that.
Lt Gadi, CNS

Cyon Cet nodded. “I appreciate your concern, but I will tell you that I am not a foolhardy man… I have exhausted all other options. I have completed the Zhian’tara and done the Rite of Resurgence with multiple of this symbiont’s past hosts. None of those conversations have helped.” Cyon’s gaze flickered for a moment. “In fact, they seem to have only made the problem worse.” He blinked to refocus again. The scientist paused, earnestly attempting to determine the best way to convey his reasoning to the Leuitenants.

“I am asking you to preform a procedure that will benefit everyone involved. The Cet symbiont will have a new, worthy host that can add to its legacy, Renveer will be equipped with a variety of skills that will help him be an exemplary executive officer for the Federation, and I will be released from the pressures of expectations I simply cannot live up to.” Cyon sighed through his nose. “I realize that the risk of mortality for myself is high. However, I accept these risks knowing that the alternative is nothing better. If you are unwilling to complete the procedure yourself, please at least help me convince Renveer to travel with me to Bolarus IX to locate a Bolian surgeon who is not restricted by such convictions.” A hint of frustration seeped into Cyon’s voice. But there was a bit of desperation there too. “I know Renveer will agree if only he hears me out. All I ask is for you to facilitate a conversation between us, and assist us both when we come to an agreement.”

(Cyon Cet, Trill Science Ministry)

“Forgive me doctor, but my understanding is that, unless under extreme circumstances a host must have finished joining training. I’m not aware if the Cmdr has undergone this training. And selection is a time consuming process. What makes you so certain that Cmdr Renveer is appropriate when he wasn’t chosen for the Cet symbiont in the first place.” She was careful to make it sound not that they wouldn’t help him, but that the choice must be made carefully. She just wanted to keep him talking for awhile.
Lt. Gadi, CNS

A flash of anger and annoyance contorted Cet’s face. “I had hoped Starfleet would keep better tabs on their senior officers. Unless Renveer has done something to expunge his records, I’m certain you’d see from his file that he did complete the joining program.” The trill’s lip curled up slightly in distain. “In fact, ten years ago Renveer was selected to be the next host of the Cet symbiont ‘in the first place’. But when Renveer was informed that the current Cet host was dying… Renveer didn’t arrive to receive the symbiont. He fled to Earth to join Starfleet, forsaking his duty to his culture and to me.” Cet scoffed. “I guess I wouldn’t be surprised if Renveer has made sure the specifics of that situation didn’t follow him.”

Bethany stared at him for a long moment. “Dr Cet, forgive me. I did not mean to upset you. I’ve only just arrived on board. I did not know when I asked Dr Janvier for a brief consult with another patient I would be meeting you. And I also was not aware of your connection to Cmdr Renveer. I have not had reason to examine his file, as of yet. Please forgive my ignorance.” It was said calmly and politely. Bethany had not meant to upset him, but that sudden anger set warning bells off in her head. “But, and again I’m not meaning to upset you. I can tell you care a great deal about the well being of the Cet symbiot. But if Renveer has removed information from his file, would you want someone so…dishonest to join with him?” It was an honest question, not meant to upset him, but Bethany did wonder if Renveer did have the information removed, to her, that would not be a good sign for a host. But she wasn’t Trill either.

Cet’s eyes were more intent now, more aggravated. “I didn’t come here to request for Renveer to accept the Cet symbiont by accident. I told you, I am not a foolhardy man. The symbiont belongs to Renveer, and he has done us all a disservice by abandoning it. He has refused his personal destiny. He has forced this symbiont to reside within an unworthy host, chosen in haste to replace him. And he has made me a miserable shell of a man. I was never meant to be anything more than a surgery aide. Even with the Cet symbiont’s help, I haven’t been able to achieve anything more than plodding along as a research assistant. It is a great shame for a joined trill to lead such a meager existence.” Cyon’s anger was mixed with real pain. He clearly believed what he was saying.

(Cyon Cet, Trill Science Ministry)

Janvier shifted on her feet, uncomfortable at the display of negative emotions off Cet. “If you don’t mind my asking.” she asked softly, “If Commander Renveer chose not to accept the Cet symbiont then, what makes you believe that he will be willing to accept the symbiont now? Have you got a back up option?”

Lt. Janvier, CMO

Cet paused at the mention of a back-up option, giving away the fact that he did not. He pushed past that fact to answer the first question instead. “I have little doubt that Renveer feels a great sense of regret for refusing to be joined. And now that he is executive officer of a Starfleet vessel… having additional skills at his disposal from my past hosts would be invaluable. Surely Renveer will see this.”

(Dr. Cyon Cet, Trill Science Ministry)

“Dr. Cet, we must have a back up plan. The Cet symbiot, if I remember correctly, will die without a host. And we can not force Renveer to accept. You are not a foolhardy man. There are no other unjoined Trills on board. You are willing to remain the host if he refuses?” Bethany had absolutely no intention of letting either of them go through with this. Cyon was not stable and she was more convinced than ever that they needed to contact the Trill homeworld and let the proper doctors and authorities deal with this.
Lt Gadi, CNS