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Main Sim: Romulan Sickbay - An Unwelcome Homecoming [TAG T'Aria]

Posted Dec. 7, 2022, 12:11 p.m. by Commander T’Aria (XO / Navigation Officer) (Trin S)

Posted by Lieutenant Symar (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim: Romulan Sickbay - An Unwelcome Homecoming [TAG T’Aria]

Posted by Ensign Kastarak (Doctor / Counsellor) in Main Sim: Romulan Sickbay - An Unwelcome Homecoming [TAG T’Aria]

Posted by Lieutenant Symar (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim: Romulan Sickbay - An Unwelcome Homecoming [TAG T’Aria]
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“I…” Symar paused for a few seconds, weighing up his options, “You’re right, personal matters come later, I have a patient to attend to, I will be in Sickbay, observing Kastarak performing the surgery, you know what to do if you need me.” He gave a small nod and slid back into Sickbay.

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

Hardness touched her face as she watched Symar disappear behind Medbay doors. She lingered mere heartbeats, long enough to recognise the twinge of guilt tightening her chest like a barrel on a hypospray, before turning in swift pursuit of the nearest turbolift. Entering, she requested the bridge and let the recessed whirs of its ascent reminder her of her duties. Time was finite. They needed to find shelter quick.


“Report,” T’Aria ordered as she slipped onto the bridge staffed with the few NEs accompanying them to Qo’noS.

“Sensor scans indicate a main sequence star less than 100 AU from our present location,” reported an NE scientist, “five D-class rocky planets. Between the third and fourth planets, there’s a region polluted with planetary debris and asteroids. It’s likely leftover matter from the system’s formation.”

“How far is the region from its host star?” T’Aria approached the scientist who peered into a sensor viewport that stained his face with pale green light. “And what is the behaviour of the star?”

“125 million km,” he drummed his fingers against the sensor’s outer shell to allow him time to gloss over the information provided by sensor scans,” from an M6V-type star prone to stellar flares.”

The debris field was at a distance comparable to the Earth from Sol, but it was close enough to endure the consequences of stellar flares. Without shields, ionising radiation from a volatile red dwarf could damage their systems, endangering Taggart and their crew. It wasn’t an option. They needed an alternative.

“Understood,” T’Aria said. “What are our alternatives?”

There weren’t many. Taggart’s tactical decision to traverse scarcely populated space protected them from the threat of Federation and otherwise hostile troops, but also ushered them into a sector of space so vast that it felt comparable to a desert. Few systems to see and even fewer in which to hide. T’Aria combed through the options provided by the scientist, ranging from stellar nurseries to regions bombarded with sensor-scrambling radiation. Again and again, the prospect of distance and shield use prevented her from ordering a course change, that was until he mentioned a system behind them.

T’Aria wasn’t sure that Taggart would appreciate backtracking, but she determined that his health was more important than adding an hour to their mission. She would deal with the fallout of that decision later.


As Symar came back into sickbay Chris watched him. “Everything ok doctor? You’re not second guessing yourself are you?”

Chris

By this time, Kastarak had made the necessary preparations in Sickbay itself. All he needed was to make the final scan of the captain, but he would have to do that just before the ship left warp and cloak, and then immediately after, the plan was to make the transporter extraction.

Things just needed to be in place. The ship would need to be in a good place in space, cloak and warp and shields off line, the brain properly scanned and its molecular bindings all accounted for, and then the go-ahead from both the patient and Kastarak’s own supervisor. All things going as planned, the procedure should be simple. What was more difficult to assess, for Kastarak, was how others might act. Would it all go as streamlined as he envisioned?

– Dr Kastarak

“I am not capable of expressing doubt in the same way as humans Captain, I am confident in Ensign Kastarak’s ability to complete the extraction with my assistance.” Symar needed to make sure he stayed in character in front of the CO, at least until the time was right.

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

Chris chuckled a bit. “I was not meaning anything by it Doctor. Besides, sometimes it is good to express doubt or to even feel it. It would not be logical to assume any being can know everything all of the time and be fully confident in their decisions? Right?”

OOC: Ric, you still happy to have Kastarak perform the surgery?

-Kieron-

OOC: Yes, sir! - Ric

Kastarak was triple-checking the calibrations on his medical tricorder and on the various other apparatuses needed. The captain would be in the biobed, and it was important that the measurements from all apparatuses fitted one another. He was ready. He just needed for the all-clear from Bridge. Then the captain would be rid of his tumour in a matter of seconds.

“Captain,” he said, while turning to his patient. “How are you feeling?”

– Ensign Kastarak (physician/counsellor – up-and-coming surgeon at large!)

“I am ok. I am getting sleepy laying here and a bit cold to be honest. If I could have a blanket or something like that that would be great. Other than that, I am good to go whenever you all are.”

Chris

“That is a most logical thought Captain,” then turning to his Junior Officer, gave a curt nod and said, “Kastarak, you may proceed.”

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

That was not a logical thought, said Kastarak contrarily in his mind. Symar needs to mask better if he wants to appear more Vulcan. The logic required that for the surgery to move on, T’Aria needed to give a go-ahead for the ship systems to be fully aligned. While in warp, this surgery would be impossible. That the captain was cold was logical, surely, but that Kastarak could proceed most illogical.

He decided to help Symar save face by acting on Symar’s order by “interpreting” it as if it meant getting a blanket for the patient. Kastarak went to the nearest cupboard, where he knew blankets were stored, and brought down one. It had a somewhat strange, though subtle, smell. Perhaps it was from some organic plant or animal indigenous to Romulus? He would have to make a DNA-test on it to still his curiosity at some other point.

“Here, captain,” he said, while pulling the blanket over the captain. He was neatly tucked in now, almost like a burrito, Kastarak thought for himself. Was he hungry? Why did he think of food? Was he also dysregulated? Had Symar’s illogic infected him?

Kastarak took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and went back to a serene state of mind. He was ready to perform the surgery whenever T’Aria gave the go-ahead. Everything was in place.

– Ensign/Dr Kastarak

[O]T’Aria to Kastarak.[O] Her voice burst from the commpanel not seconds later. [O]We’ve located a system 275 AU from our present location. There is a gas giant with an intricate ring system that should be sufficient to cloak our vessel long enough for you to conduct the procedure. We’re en route. It will take 30 minutes to reach the system at maximum warp. Is this within acceptable limits for your patient?[C]

OOC: Oop! My bad, Symar’s logical thought comment was in reference to Taggart’s earlier comments!

-Kieron-

— T’Aria


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