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Main Sim [Sickbay]: The Price of Existence

Posted March 1, 2022, 6:01 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson (Chief Intelligence Officer) (Hjortur Ingi)

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The sudden jolt, as if his entire world had been thrown upside down, almost forced Peter to empty his stomach. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, he growled as he pushed himself up, standing and looking around, his vision still blurry. He started cursing in his native Icelandic as he put a large hand on a nearby bed for support, his free hand rubbing his eyes. After a moment he shook himself just in time to see the Alien reach for the Doctor, he immediately went into action, throwing his left hand forward and feeling cold steel in his fingers but he hadn’t recovered yet and taking a step forward threw him down again. He looked up, more time had passed and Hab’rabi was not moving, he turned to Nurse Hofman “See to Fayth” He said as he stood up “I’ll just sit down here” he said dropping to the floor and leaning back against the foot of the bed.

CIO

Sharah held up a hand in a universal signal to pause as Sigmundsson reacted to a seeming threat. “He’s…it’s…not hurting me.” Though the intense amount of information she was getting was almost overwhelming. The telepathy of the motes worked differently than Betazoid telepathy. Betazoid’s could learn other types of telepathy from other species, but it took time. Sharah had no time to learn. It left her dizzy and forming a headache with the effort, of migraine like proportions. Luckily her stomach was empty.

There was so much information. She opened her eyes, fighting against the room that spun and looked around. It would be so much easier to share the information telepathically, to let wiser more experienced officers make sense of it all. Sharah didn’t need to be telepathic to notice the crew’s reaction to Hab’rabi’s statement that they were telepathic. She saw no one in the room that would readily allow her share mind to mind, and she would not force such a thing on anyone. And Lt Forgrave was leaving.

Issac remained kneeling on the sickbay floor for a moment; eyes fixated on Hab’rabi’s still form before he sighed deeply. He had registered the chaos in his peripheral vision, but his focus had remained on the stricken man; and his words. Shaking his head gently, he pulled out his old-fashioned notepad; quickly jotting down the nonsensical string of words; spelling them out phonetically while the memory was fresh. Standing, he wondered what exactly this command would do. It was an easy guess that it would be… drastic; at least by Hab’rabi’s standards - one didn’t lock away something mundane behind a seven-word passphrase.

Forgrave let his focus drift to the rest of the sickbay; taking in what had happened - he was concerned about those that had been stricken; and the clear association between them and it’s remnants (or… wraiths, perhaps?) was not reassuring. In particular, he wondered about what had transpired between Hab’rabi and Lt. Fayth… But finally he had a solid next step in front of him; and she was in the right place to ensure she was OK. “I’m headed to the bridge; comm me if I’m needed.”

-Forgrave, CoS

Having dumped the information into her brain the mote began to leave. ‘No, no. You must stay. You have to help me make them understand. Stay…help me help us all.’ Sharah explained the jumbled flow of her visions as best she could, her voice hesitant as she tried to make sense of the images swirling in her mind. Fayth collapsed against the floor, having fought for focus as long as she could. ‘Stay little one, the knowledge you share will be needed again.’

Fayth, med

Peter pushed himself to his feet as Fayth explained the visions, nausea slowly fading as he started some breathing exercises. He stretched an aching jaw “I hate non-corporeal alien invasions, don’t have the decency to have a face for punching” He growled to himself “I’m getting too old for this” He added a moment later, although he verbalized annoyance his emotional flow was focus and determination. He took a squatting position next to the doctor and put one large hand on her shoulder “You alright, kid?” He asked softly

CIO

Sharah tried not to flinch. The Cmdr was very focused though and she could appreciate that. She smiled wanly. She did not feel like a kid at the moment, but a very very old and weary man who didn’t know how much longer he could hold on. She turned her left hand over, spreading her fingers and flexing them, where the remnant had passed to her. Her voice was really quiet and she was squinting against the lights. “It’s not hurting me, it’s barely there. Their telepathy…the method…is different than Betazoids, but the remnant is not aggressive.” She turned head towards where she thought Jones, eyes still closed, was pausing for long moments just to breathe, “But my head is throbbing, and my vision is tunneled. It was a lot of input really fast. I’m getting a headache.” Something occurred to her suddenly as the details began to sort themselves more clearly in her head. She reached up and tapped Sigmundsson’s hand on her shoulder, “Cmdr Kohr…that might be why he woke up so angry at Hab’rabi. It…it was a wraith.” She fumbled for her tricorder, and squinted at it in the bright room, pulling up the scan and shoving it at Sigmundsson. Migraines were no joke. “I scanned it. Two of them came out of him. The first was a wraith, the other was a remnant. The wraith must have weakened the remnant some how and got away. It…It’s hatred must have transferred to Cmdr Kohr. Maybe on purpose?” She put her head back against whatever was behind her and breathed. So much information, and so much unexpressed grief and impotent rage and fear…

Fayth, med

Peter read the scan results, his stony expression rigid, showing no reaction. “Perhaps. Could the emotion stay with the Commander even after the creature left his system?” He asked, tone turning cold.

Nurse Hofmann and her team silently tended to Hab’rabi and the biological mess they’d all created, clucking disapprovingly like an old hen but otherwise keeping her own counsel. She worked quickly, quietly, and efficiently around the gathered officers until the floor was sterile and the alien lord was resting comfortably. It had taken the nurse a few moments to figure out the unusual clasps to his chestplate and greaves, but eventually she had him stripped down to the strange, almost ceremonial, wrapping around his hips and thighs.

In repose, Hab’rabi could have been cast from a strange sort of stone. His ashen skin was without blemish, chiseled and well cared for. Whether by genetic design or curious affectation, the alien did not have a single hair on his body. His facial features were broad and flat, but somehow unremarkable. Soft pools of light swam beneath his flesh like moonlight on glass, clouded vein or bone showing briefly in the eerie pulses before fading. Hofmann scanned him from tip to toe before covering him with a modest sheet for warmth, though there was no indication it affected Hab’rabi in the slightest.

“Poor fool’s exhausted himself,” she murmured, administering a hypospray to the base of his neck. “That should help take the edge off. He’ll come ‘round soon enough, just be patient. At least he’s stable.”
—Jas—

Kalika had finished making sure sensitive areas had competent security officers both inside and out. Before settling it the Security Chief, she took a short detour to medical.

“Lieutenant.” The NE stood in attention and let her in. He almost slipped during the warp but fortunately, no one noticed.

Stepping inside, searching eyes looked around the room and she frowned. A hand reached out to gently stop a passing nurse as she let the door close behind her. “Where is Ensign Sacco. It’s imperative I speak with him.”

After being directed, the security officer stepped up beside the man’s bed. Seeing him laying there made her don’t he had ever shot a weapon in his life. She knew him well enough to know he wasn’t a phaser fanatic. He didn’t just shoot people for random reasons. The question was… Why did he shoot the alien?

She glanced at his vitals and then turned to try and flag down a staff member of sufficient rank to let her know if he could be wakened for questioning.

Nurse Hofmann chose that fortuitous moment to check on Ensign Sacco herself. Initially, she moved around Darz and Little as if they were more furniture in the room, making notes on her PaDD and performing cursory scans with a tricorder. Only once she was done did she turn to the security officers.

“He was brought in quite upset,” she explained as she prepared a hypospray. “I’ll rouse him so that you can talk to him, but I ask you to be brief. Both his mind and body were subject to an unusual amount of bioelectric stress and he needs time to recover. I will be monitoring his condition while he’s conscious, but I’ll give you some privacy.”

The nurse pressed the hypospray to Ensign Sacco’s neck gently, watched his vitals for a moment before nodding and moving on with her rounds. It took a moment before Sacco’s eyes fluttered open and he looked around. He gave an uncoordinated blink, then squinted at Kalika like a man struggling to focus.

“Wh-where…” Sacco tried to prop himself up on his elbows, but they wouldn’t hold him. “Oh, my head. What’s going on?”
—Jas—

Peter excused himself from his conversation with Fayth and moved to join Darz and watched the conversation quietly as he mulled over his thoughts. He needed more information, after this, it was time to return to the bridge, link up with Forgrave again and combine their intelligence.

CIO


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