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Side Sim - Sick Bay- Near Miss for Medical Personal ATTN Rico and Ruby

Posted May 18, 2022, 9:51 p.m. by 2nd Lieutenant Laju Eghimea (Security Officer) (M Lyon)

Posted by Lieutenant Sheleah Ruby (Diplomatic Officer / CNS) in Side Sim - Sick Bay- Near Miss for Medical Personal ATTN Rico and Ruby

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=/\= Natasha I have no doubt that you and every one of your team did their jobs and did them well, =/\= Dante answered while stepping out of the turbo-lift and making a right towards the Sickbay. =/\= But take a breath, alright. Captains orders. Just give me the facts and the important bits, not your advice. Where is Oscar? You said you had him when you met this person? =/\= He spoke as he walked, and the look on his face must have keyed in the crew he was walking past as every single one stepped aside and watched his back as he walked towards sickbay. Many had seen that look only once before, when Babushka had boarded the ship. The expression was at complete odds with the calmness and confidence in his voice. If a bulkhead had been in his way, it would have melted under the intensity of that stare.

Captain Knight, CO

=/\Did you just say to me not your advice=/\= Natasha set him a death glare that was felt by the dead air and silence between them. Somewhere deep inside, Natasha knew her husband well enough that he was not being condescending or combative. She had hit him with a lot of random facts. Was Oscar in any danger? Never. Laju was never a threat to the baby and never did anything to make anyone think that. It was just one of those crazy coincidences in life that looking back made one think this could have been an issue. Since the event passed and there was no issue the situation became null and invalid yet at times the mind worked in crazy ways.

“That’s right, Doctor,” Dante’s voice came back but it was in the tone that Natasha knew well, his Captain tone. That tone was used on the Bridge, during briefings, tense negotiations and once in a while, their quarters. It was a tone that meant idle chit chat wasn’t acceptable, that if he wanted advice, he would ask for it, and that anything else was a distraction that wasn’t wanted. “Just the facts Natasha.”

Natasha told Dante the person was armed. Again this was a true fact but it was not like Laju had come in waving a weapon around or was threatening to anyone. In fact everyone, including Natasha, would state their only real concern was Laju being a possible threat to herself involuntarily by a messed up medication or unfamiliarity with the rules and regulations of Starfleet. Still it was the possibility of the what ifs that ran through Natasha’s mind. Until Dante arrived and got just the facts, he had no idea if the person was waving a weapon about requiring a tack sedation of a combative patient or if in fact, the person was just wearing a side arm as with any security officer moving about the ship.

Natasha Ivanov Daye Knight knew her husband better than anyone on the ship. She knew his attempts to match her tone of style of addressing him, along with his seemingly composed demeanor speaking to her, did not mean Dante Alighieri Knight wasn’t mentally running through his own what ifs. He was just the Captain and needed to set the tone of the ship especially when things went sideways.

Dante’s voice continued. “Who is…”

Clicking off her comm badge, Natasha walked out of her office seeing Rico had entered Sickbay with Ruby directly on his heels. Dante would he here any second and right now Nat had a patient to treat. She also didn’t have time or interest in a verbal sparring match over bad word choices at the moment.

Natasha’s comm-badge beeped on her chest.

Nat debated about taking it off and tossing it on her desk but thought otherwise. Ruby or Rico might try to contact her and she didn’t want to ignore that call.

(OOC: the following is happening in her mind as she is under the effects of the sedative)

There was blackness around her, her body felt as if it were floating. Her arms and legs refused to move. For that matter, she couldn’t feel them. ‘Am I dead,’ she wondered. Was this a dream, a memory, or something else.

“I don’t understand Sir, this should be working. We have done everything the way it was supposed to be done,” concern ringing in the man’s voice.

“You need to push deeper, Doctor,” another voice, which ringed with authority, demanded.

There was a pause then the first voice spoke, “if we push harder, than we could shatter her mind. There is no telling the scope of the damage.”

“It matters not. She is but collator damage to a larger cause. She belongs to an order that is of an era that no longer exists. Like the Provisional Government, they are part of the past. Like her father, and her grandfather, they want to drag Bajor back into the dark ages. They refuse to accept our future is at hand.” Heavy footsteps echo, “her trail is set, and the spin has started. Now Doctor, you will push her further until she only remembers what we want her to remember!” There was a long pause, “you may begin Doctor…..”

There was a scream, that same scream Eghimea had heard before. There was a flash in her mind as if her entire world exploded in white.

“I can’t believe you haven’t got this wrong….again…” Commander Laju Buln snapped. But his voice was off. Eghimea looked up from her station and tilted her head as she looked at the Bajoran woman at the Tactical One Station. Eghimea couldn’t take her eyes off this woman as he continued to talk. “Its left, right, and then barrel roll!”

There was a flash in her mind as if her entire world exploded in white once more.

“ETA forty-five seconds,” a voice stated.

Commander Laju Buln’s voice echoed over the channel with authority, “Breeje, we are tracking one Vor’cha class Battle Cruiser and our wayward star liner.”

“We don’t have any senor data on this ship,” Breeje replied. Commander Breeje turned to his own senor officer, “Open a Senor Log titled Hostile Klingon Three.”

Once more her world flashed white

Eghimea was sitting chained to a chair. There was a man in a suit sitting across from her. Beyond him were shadows moving about. Her eyes tried to focus on the shadows as she heard someone speaking, “adjust the light filters.” The shadows faded as the man spoke, “Ms. Laju please, for the record what happened.”

She heard her voice, but there was a male voice just under it, “we were exiting our barrel roll, and I had allowed the Örlagaríkur to drift too far during the roll. As we exited the roll, we clipped the Tryggur’s number three Warp Nacelle.”

Her world exploded in white once more

She saw Commander Laju Breeje standing next to her. His face was covered in blood and his uniform was torn. The bridge was already in a mess and all eyes were on Eghimea. He put his hand on her shoulder, “find the pattern,” he said softly. “I know you can do this. Find the pattern,” he assured.

Eghimea searched her console as she watched the sequence of torpedoes and disruptor fire. She watched it carefully taking it in. She searched the patterns and slowly she could see a name. A Day in Hell, Surviving Chin’toka, by Rear Admiral Ernest E. Evans. She turned to Breeje, “they’re not Klingons!”

The brilliant flash of white

2nd Lt Laju Eghimea

It only took a minute before the doors to the Medical ward opened and a yellow shirted Security Officer ran through. At first glance, the Security shirt appeared to be a size too small as the mans bulk strained against it but on reflection it would be apparent that with a comm-device in one hand, Phaser in the other and the way the man was breathing, he had broken several inter-Galaxy sprint records to make it to Sickbay and the shirt hadn’t had time to adjust. That Ally wasn’t answering his call, had shaved seconds off the sprint time.

Sliding to a stop the crew cut head and intense ice green eyes of Rico Vanhall swiveled, clearly looking for a threat as the Phaser in his hand followed where he looked. “Ally!” Rico said as he saw her, and the fact he had just sprinted wasn’t reflected in his voice. The man was just as fit as he was built for Security. “What’s going on and where do you need me? I’ve been trying to call you, where is Dr Knight?”

Lt Vanhall, Armory Officer / Security

“She is in her office talking with the Captain,” she said walking up to Rico. “You might want to give her a minute. She hypoed him so we have about forty minutes before she wakes up without our help from the medical nap,” she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. It was clear something happened by the way she was fidgeting however it had only been an hour since Ally left him with a kiss and a mug of coffee in her hand heading toward her ship.

“Wait? She hypoed who exactly?” Rico asked walking up to Ally and sliding his Phaser into it’s holster. Clearly, the immediate threat was gone. Putting his hands on the sides of her shoulders, he looked into her eyes deeply and rubbed slightly.

“I am not sure exactly. Someone came in for what I thought was going to be a routine physical but it went side ways.” Ally seemed a little on edge and distracted as she talked to him.

“Ally what the heck is going on? I took out three Ensigns, a Lieutenant and nearly our new ships Counselor getting here as fast as I could, and you weren’t answering me. What’s the deal bub?” Rico stood much taller than Ally, but the tone of his voice and way he stood just a little closer to her than normal indicated a concern and familiarity that was deeper than casual.

“We had someone come it armed with a phaser and a knife. Well, the knife is a maybe. It is concealed and Natasha said the tricorder picked it up but I haven’t checked yet. Do you want me to go do that while you talk to the doc?” Ally seemed more relaxed since Rico arrived and since Laju was taking a medical nap as the staff privately referred to sedating someone.

Ally Scott, doctor

“No.” His answer was short and sharp.

“Well it is not like I don’t know how to do it,” she seemed slightly irritated with his response. “You make us run those random drill things where we practice taking down agitated patients. The last time we ran the drill I disarmed you and you said I was a pro and would do fine in just this type of situation. Now you are saying you don’t want me to put into practice what you taught me?” Ally wrinkled up her nose some waiting for his reply.

“No I do not. You just keep back and do your job and let me do mine,” Rico said as he looked around to where this person was lying, recognizing the isolation protocol. “Gun and blade?” he asked looking back at Ally. “How the hell did she get on the ship with them? She’s not authorized to be carrying, I’ve never seen her before.”

Sheleah was a few feet from the door when she had to step aside, or be bowled over, by hurricane Rico. Obviously Natasha had called him too so Sheleah decided to slip in behind him.

  • Sheleah, CNS/DO

Hearing the door slide shut, Rico looked around quickly and hi shoulders visibly relaxed ever so slightly as he clocked the new arrival. “Counselor,” he nodded to her. “Sorry about the rush out there, I got a call to get here quick. Glad to see you.”

Sheleah smiled.

“Well next time I’ll just have to hitch a ride on your tailwind.”

Nat stepped out of her office mere seconds after Ruby and Rico entered sickbay. Passing by people providing her with possible answers to the questions she had asked. PaDD’s with a highly detailed toxicological report, second scan of vitals so that one could compare baselines from the initial readings, the medical files Laju had given her still only fifty percent downloaded, and a few others began to fill Natasha’s arms as she moved across the space.

As Natasha walked to the newcomers in the sickbay, the comm-badge on her tunic beeped.

“Do you need to get that,” Ally pointed at the beeping comm.

“No, I don’t. If I could turn it off I would,” Natasha said in a firm tone. “It is not like I won’t have to talk to him soon enough.

“The Captain is on route,” she informed the group as she continued to walk past them and towards Bed Five. As if these were clinical rounds in a hospital, Natasha began to relay the information in a far more concise tone to the people in the room. “Approximately thirty minutes ago an individual by the name of Laju Eghimea entered sickbay acting anxious and slightly on edge. She handed Dr. Scott a set of medical orders, appeared to have a start of a panic attack, and fled from sickbay. While this is not exactly odd or unique in itself what was the issue was the individual was openly carrying a Bajorn weapon holstered at her hip. The medical staff attempted to pursue but when they exited sickbay there was no sign of Laju. At the same time, I was coming down the hall on route to sickbay unaware of the events that just transpired, and encountered who I later learned was Laju exiting a supply closet. At this point the individual appeared to be dazed and possible confusion. I did not think much of it and I was holding Oscar taking him to day care so I did not notice the weapon.”

Folding his arms over his chest as he listened, Rico nodded and his eyes didn’t move from Nat. Whatever thoughts were going in his head, didn’t show on his face. Rico was once a Chief of Security on a medical ship and his size and the way his shirts fitted, often led people to a conclusion that he was more muscle than brain. It was a conclusion that Rico had no qualms about encouraging, and was a big reason why he was one of the Saracen’s most dangerous poker players.

“Entering sickbay I was apprised of the situation that had occurred only to turn around to see Laju had returned to sickbay. The woman’s mental state seemed to be in flux with her not able to answer basic questions or focus on simple conversational exchanges. I expected it was drug or alcohol consumption yet scans proved otherwise. It did show an antidepressant in her system at normal levels. Based on finding the drug I questioned her about it. Laju responded by saying she had received it from a bartender at DS9 and was worried the dosage was not correct. I am still trying to upload the medical files Laju provided but since they are not Starfleet medical, it is taking some time to process them on the computers. When I further probed as to why a bartender was giving out prescriptions, Laju seemed to be slipping into a possible dissociative state. At no point did the woman actively show aggression or hostility but I erred on the side of caution for the woman’s safety and the crews. Since she was armed and an unknown I moved her to an isolation bed and sedated her.” Now that her general briefing had caught everyone in the group up, Natasha directed her questions to individuals.

“I can add a Security request to that process,” Rico answered about the medical files. “It might help expedite getting them through official channels if they are civilian or from another organization.” The mention of getting the medication from a bartender did make his eyes narrow fractionally though. That meant the issue wasn’t that the prescription was being withheld, it may simply be fake and non-existent. That was almost as bad in his mind and experience on the Ogawa as the illegal kind of drugs.

Natasha nodded in agreement to Rico’s suggestion as the badge beeped again and she acted as if it were silent.

“Ruby, I think we needed a psych consult sooner rather than later. I honestly think the woman is more of a threat to herself than anyone else but I am not the expert on that you are.” Natasha had basic counseling skills and did a psychiatric rotation but this situation was way out of her league since there was a trained counselor on board.

“Rico,” Natasha looked at the security guard. “As I scanned her the tricorder picked up a knife, concealed under her clothing and behind her back. I figured I would leave the disarming and confiscating of the weapons to you.”

“Of course,” Rico nodded. “You can drop the isolation field for a moment so I can get in, and I can confiscate those weapons.”

“Or I could or just find something else to do next time you ask me to confiscate a weapon,” Ally smiled a little too sweetly at Rico.

“Any questions,” Natasha said at the wall of the isolation field put up around the sedated Bajoran.

Natasha Knight CMO.

“I’d like to know which anti-depressant she said it was and if the tox report agrees.”

OOC: I tried to summarize the events however the post was really good from where I got the info. I was going to snip but I wanted to make sure everyone got a chance to read the original thread first. ~ Kate

OOC: Great summary for those of us joining now Kate, thank you

Lt Rico Vanhall, Armory Officer / Security

“Have we confirmed the identity of this person and is it safe to wake her? Medically?” The voice of the Captain came from behind them, he had walked in moments earlier, but long enough to hear what he had needed to combined with Natasha’s earlier report. He looked at Natasha for a moment before continuing, the sound of beeping coming from her comm-badge having now stopped. “There is a Bajoran exchange officer with that name due to arrive for duty aboard the Saracen” he explained, “however she isn’t due to have arrived yet and until cleared for duty, shouldn’t be carrying any weapons on this ship. They should have been declared upon arrival.” Dante pursed his lips slightly in thought. The senior staff was going to need to look at the onboarding process if weapons could be brought aboard the Saracen that easily.

Natasha did not look at Dante as she began to type things into the PaDD. “Of course I can bring her around. Just waiting on your order, Sir,” she replied in a clipped tone.

“How about we get that field down, let the Lieutenant take those weapons for processing and wake this Laju up so that the Counselor can have a chat and we can find out what is going on,” Dante suggested, looking to Sheleah for confirmation she was ready and willing to speak to this person.

Captain Knight, CO

Natasha dropped the isolation shield and then moved towards a drawer pulling out a stimulant to counteract the sedative as Rico moved towards the bed.

Natasha Knight CMO and Ally Scott, medical

“Yes. I think once you bring her around it would be the perfect time to have a chat but, I’d like to have minimal crew presence in the room. Apparently this woman is already spooked. Part of my job is to not make it worse.” she said with calm authority.

  • Sheleah, CNS/DO

(OOC: These events are happening in her mind while Eghimea is still sedated)

Her world exploded once more into image as she walked into Lt Commander Laju Breeje’s quarters, “Commander, we are approaching the Pycok System,” she reported in a flat orderly voice. “The Tryggur has reported that all sensors are clear.”

Eghimea paused….

She blinked and once more she was sitting in a room, her hands shackled to the table. Her body hurt, she was hungry, so hungry and her mouth felt like it was leather.

“Why are you stopping Lieutenant,” the man spoke.

She shook her head as she tried to rub her eyes. The chains made such a strange sound, as if they echoed in a much larger room than she was in. Her hands only managed to make it halfway before the chains stopped them. There was a flash in her mind, she was fighting someone. Then there was screaming in pain, the voice she heard was her own, screaming.

Her eyes shifted back to the man across from her. He wore a fancy suit like you would expect of a lawyer type. But she couldn’t see the seams or even the finer details. There was something off about him and she couldn’t see it. She could remember every detail of him sitting down but where did he come from before that moment. She glanced to the left and right at the doors on either side of the room. She couldn’t remember what door he had walked through.

She tried to swallow only to feel nothing on her tongue. She struggled to remember her last meal. Her mind came a live as the image was in perfect detail. She could remember the kind man sitting on the bed next to her. In the background, a woman dressed in that horrible blue-black jumpsuit of the Federation was standing with a tray of different dishes. She had light blond hair with purple eyes. He wore the same jumpsuit and had black hair with brown eyes. She could see that woman with purple eyes watching her.

There wasn’t anger or even suspicion in those strange alien eyes. No, she was concerned about Eghimea. Then she remembered why. Eghimea hadn’t eaten since coming here. She just didn’t feel like eating anymore. There simply wasn’t a reason to eat when all she felt was emptiness. The man next to her had saved her life and all she could think was why. Why was she worth saving?

“I asked you, why are you stopping Lieutenant,” the man demanded.

Eghimea ignored the demands as she remembered what that FedBoy of a Doctor had said to her, ‘these are from my homeworld,’ he said offering her this strange purple fruit. Eghimea smiled as she had almost stated a comparison to the woman with purple eyes. ‘You don’t have to eat it all, just try it,’ he said trying to coax her.

The booming sound and jolting snapped her back to focus on the man across from her. “I asked you why you stopped,” he said more softly.

“It’s” she said in a horsed whisper, “not….true….”

“Yet you see it, don’t you,” he countered. “You can remember the events, can’t you,” he added coldly.

“That….doesn’t make it true…..” she said forcing the words through her dry lips. The effort of hold her minds focus was draining her as she watched the shadows fade from her sight once more. Her stomach made a rumbling noise.

Behind him, she once more saw the shadows moving about the room. Some passed right through the wall of the chamber she was being questioned in. She shifted in her chair as she forced her mind to see what her eyes were seeing. A shadow slowly started to take form as he approached her. He wore the garb of a Bajorian Medical Doctor. It was nearly impossible to make out the details beyond the shadow, but she was sure there was more to the shadow than her mind was allowing her to see. She felt him touching something on the side of her head.

Once more, her world exploded in to white.

2nd Lt Laju Eghimea


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