Posted Jan. 31, 2023, 6:04 p.m. by Commander T’Aria (XO / Navigation Officer) (Trin S)
Posted by Ensign Kastarak (Doctor / Counsellor) in Side Sim: Reunion with Old Friends (TAG Kastarak, T’Aria, and Sega’a)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Umbri Hawkins (Acting Weapons Officer) in Side Sim: Reunion with Old Friends (TAG Kastarak, T’Aria, and Sega’a)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Umbri Hawkins (Acting Weapons Officer) in Side Sim: Reunion with Old Friends (TAG Kastarak, T’Aria, and Sega’a)
Posted by… suppressed (3) by the Post Ghost! 👻“Kastarak,” T’Aria respected his request and took a step back, “if you are ill, we must get you to sickbay. Are you able and comfortable walking with us? We will not touch you.”
— T’Aria
T’Aria’s suggestion made sense. He needed to get a grip of himself. He felt such embarrassment (what an odd emotion!) that he had taken all attention from Umbri’s reunion party. Why had he to destroy it all? He let out a moan, and grimaced.
“I will have to,” he said. “Thank you, doctor”, he added without knowing why he had called T’Aria doctor. She was a doctor, but he would never call her that? Had he fallen that far into patient mode? Inside, he saw the humour of the situation. If he had been human, he would have chuckled. Freudian slip! But he was not human, but he didn’t quite feel Vulcan right now either. He put himself up, slowly, before standing.
T’Aria ignored his slip. Truthfully, the distinction between ‘Dr T’Aria’ and ‘Cmdr T’Aria’ became so obfuscated by her commitment to her friend that she hardly noticed. Titles were insignificant. Her mind filtered them out like the unabating drone of Chernov’s engines; useless input.
“There is a turbolift in the next section,” she took a step closer, prepared to react if his condition deteriorated. Turbolift III serviced decks 3-6 and would transport them within metres of Sickbay.
Now, it was a matter of getting him there.
Sega’a stepped back and his expression hardened.
He raked his mind for an iota of knowledge that might explain what afflicted his friend. Fungal infection? Even if he had been exposed, the transporters’ biofilters would eliminate any particulate intruders. Psionic energy? Unless concentrated at the cellular level, they would begin to experience some of his affliction when they stood as close to him as they did now. That didn’t mean it wasn’t psionic in nature… he saved the thought for later. What about radiofrequency EMR weapons? He’d seen them sparingly through the Alpha Quadrant, but never among the Federation or Starfleet. Besides, why would they target Kastarak? It seemed unlikely. Was it biological…
Sega’a stepped closer to Umbri as the fear swelled in his chest. He glanced at them. Were they okay? He couldn’t imagine this was their idea of a friendly reunion. The thought didn’t linger long before he found his gaze glued to Kastarak once more.
— Sega’a
Kastarak met Sega’a’s gaze, and joined him in eye contact for a while. It felt soothing, yet it felt as his stomach would fly out of his body at the same time, and a lightness, yet heavy… Uh-oh, he thought, too many physiological reactions.
He stopped looking at Sega’a, in order to avoid any more awkwardness that he could avoid. He looked around for Umbri.
“I apologise,” he said to them once he saw them. “I will make it up to you.”
He started slowly walking to the door. Why did his feet feel so heavy? Why was his face so wet and sweaty? Why was everything so hot…? And why was breathing so difficult? What kind of illness comes so quickly?
– Kastarak
Umbri sighed, feeling like this was their fault. It had to have been something they said. They turned to Sega’a. “I still feel like this is my fault. Kastarak said something that I interpreted as him wanting to ask me out, and I must have been completely off. I knew Kastarak wasn’t good with this type of stuff, but I didn’t think it would cause this to happen,” they paused, feeling tears form in their eyes. “I just wanted this to be a good night for all of us, and I completely screwed it up,” they said.
Lieutenant (Junior Grade) Umbri Hawkins, Acting Weapons Officer
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“You did not!” Kastarak cried out from his position. “I apologise!”
– Kastarak
Though she empathised with his need to reassure Umbri, she recognised that, in his current state, the harm outweighed the good. Kastarak appeared overstimulated. Assuming his symtpoms were an autonomic response to a stressor (though that stressor remained unclear), it was logical to expect they would worsen with continued exposure. Did Kastarak know what provoked this response? She doubted it was simple. Vulcans were expert compartmentalisers. Was he unmeditated? Ill? Were there other events in his life that weighed on his psyche? There were innumerable possibilities and even more potential interactions, none of which T’Aria cared to entertain. Not right now.
“Kastarak,” T’Aria called his attention while standing beside the door, “we should keep moving.”
— T’Aria
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