Main Sim [Sickbay]: A Flicker of Understanding

Posted Nov. 29, 2021, 12:25 a.m. by Lieutenant Kalika Darz (Security Officer) (Melissa Aragon)

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The sickbay door chimed, and a moment later a voice called out. “Hello? Uh, security here with Lieutenant Darz - where do you want us?” A pair of ensigns moved through the door, along with the aforementioned Lt.

-NE Odendecker & NE Pascal; Security

Just behind them came another in science blues, moving fast. She came through the doorway, to see the two security ensigns, Darz, and then a doctor with a tricorder. Kohr was unconscious on the floor. And a mote of light was in front of the good doctor though she seemed to be warding it off with the tricorder.

Fayth was watching the mote curiously. It was bored, and if this thing was dangerous, boredom was not what she wanted it to feel. She didn’t want to, but she was going to have to try and urge it to hang around. She allowed a gentle tendril of curiosity to gently prod the mote in front of her. To keep it from wandering off.

Not wasting any time she shoved past the ensigns. “Biobed 2 for the moment,” she ordered as she passed them. They weren’t in her department. Kalika outranked her, but she was compromised and relieved of duty for the moment. Or so they were going to find out. Sharah was of the same rank, Lieutenant Junior Grade, and while a doctor, and this was her house, Miranda had been in Starfleet for a decade. She had seniority. It was a good order as any for now, until there was reason to for something else.

Sharah glanced over at the people coming into sickbay, “No, quarantine room 1. Security, if you would stay outside the room.” She glanced back at the mote and without really considering what she was doing the thought traveled to the it ‘I want to talk to you, don’t go anywhere.

“Watkins, go with them and take full bio and neurological scans. hKh’tol do you have those on Cmdr Kohr yet? Elbbirt see if you can help the Lt over here,” she nodded her head towards Sheridan. Sheridan was stressed, the three security officers were confused, two of them embarrassed, and didn’t like having to detain one of their own. ‘Join the club.

Kalika hadn’t truly been guarded, having come along so compliantly though the trip had been arduous with every hallway containment barrier having to be individually released then reset as they traversed the hall to the medical department. So when she saw Khor, her XO, laying on the floor, she had been stunned just a moment. But when the order to put him on the bio bed was barked, she had dropped her towel that had been draped over her shoulder, and slipped past her half attentive guards to assist those lifting him to the biobed. Being half Orion, she had more strength than most of the others in sick bay and was a great help.

That is till one of her stunned jailers realized what she had done and grabbed her arm to yank her back, half growling in her ear. “Kalika… you can’t help him. You have to be quarantined.” She looked up to growl back and paused. The face looking at her was one she remembered from when she had been found half dead upon her return to this realm. Her body broken, burned and half gone with pain and dehydration. “Your eyes. I remember you. You found me that day.... didn’t you?” The Ensign nodded. “I looked after you then, I’ll look after you now. Now come so you can be cleared. There is no one better to look after the XO than you, at this moment. But not if you aren’t cleared first.”

The medical officers tending to the executive officer grunted as they heaved the Klingon onto a biobed and got him set up. One jerked a thumbs-up in Fayth’s direction before leaning exhaustively against the wall. Kohr was well in-hand.

Watkins nodded, “Lt Darz, come with me please and we’ll get you settled.” She led the Lt who looked like she might have taken a shower in her clothes, to the first quarantine room to begin the scans.

Kalika didn’t say a word and came as called. Obedient, though unwilling, she went along because she knew the Ensign was right. She was no use to anyone until she was cleared.


“Get it to where you can drop a forcefield,” she barked to Fayth who seemed at a loss for how to proceed. At the same time, she took the pocket phaser Markus had passed her and set the beam width to spread by about fifteen degrees. The motes were smaller than the ones on the target practice range. She set for heavy stun. The type 1 phaser didn’t have as many settings as a type 2, but it still could disintegrate and vaporize targets if she had to. But firing anything more than heavy stun in sickbay? That wasn’t something she wanted to risk, though if she had to she’d step it up to light or heavy disrupt. Even this was only a stop-gap if the force field didn’t work.

Lt j.g. Miranda R. Sheridan, Sci

With the stress and resentment and fear running around the ship, Sharah almost snapped at the woman. She had no idea who she was or what she was doing. Obviously, Sharah was going to try and trap the thing. “You are not shooting a phaser in sickbay. There are patients in here.” It came out harsh and Sharah felt bad immediately. The tension on the ship was rising and getting to her. She turned back to the floating light....was it closer? She moved away from the entry way back towards the main medical bay where a field could be dropped, ‘Come on, follow me. Nothing interesting in there…

Fayth, med

With Sharah distracted by the flurry of activity in both her mind and in Sickbay, she was perhaps too slow to evade the dancing ember. Had there not been so many people and thoughts demanding her attention, she might have noticed the flicker of response the mote gave off to each touch of her telepathic speech. And perhaps, too, she would have sensed its change in both behavior and intent—from lackadaisical to focused, from bored to intense. The moment Sharah’s body began to withdraw towards the main chamber of Sickbay, it was simply there flickering against the skin of her brow.

It did not hurt or burn or tickle or any of the other sensations Sharah might have expected as it moved through her skin and… what? There was no real way for her logical mind to process what she should have been feeling, and the absence almost made her mind ache. She would almost want to laugh for a reason she couldn’t understand. This was all so confusing because she honestly felt better. Comfort, that was perhaps the best word she could describe her emotional state. Though there were others in the room with her, she felt safe and whole. Complete. The voices in the back of her mind—the minds of the rest of the crew, almost ever-present—were quieter now. They weren’t being blocked or shoved away, just not as strong. Closer, but somehow muted. A part of her struggled to catalogue everything; another half of her was content to just be.

It was very disorienting.

Something wasn’t quite right, she finally realized. That feeling of comfort and belonging suddenly gave way to something else, a sense of disquiet. Sharah could feel emotions boiling up within her, emotions she could not find the cause for. They washed over her like a wave, hammered into her mind over and over until it plunged her consciousness under. The room spun and dipped, swam and tilted, then finally fell away. She found herself in a dark space, bursts of light and sound beating against her, threatening to erode her very sense of self!

Then it was gone as quickly as it had happened, leaving her a touch dazed but otherwise nonplussed. The emotions—contentment, sorrow, confusion, curiosity, dread—clung to the inside of her skull like cobwebs, but the meaning behind them faded more quickly than a dream. It had all happened in a flash, between the space of one breath and the next, but she felt exhausted. It was little wonder, then, when she did not react to the mote of luminescence slipping free of her brow once more to linger in the air. It seemed dimmer now, almost translucent. Then, it winked out in a burst of what Sharah could only describe as thought, a single word that had profound impact on her. A single tear slipped free of Sharah’s restraint, tumbling down her cheek as that word echoed over and over in her mind.


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