Posted Sept. 23, 2021, 6:37 p.m. by Civilian Cassandra Klrin of House Ke’dass (Person Who Really Keeps the CO In Line (Wife)) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Lieutenant Andromeda DeLion (Chief of Keeping Our Bodies Healthy (CMO)) in Mess Hall -everyone welcome- (TAG Medical)
Posted by Civilian Cassandra Klrin of House Ke’dass (Person Who Really Keeps the CO In Line (Wife)) in Mess Hall -everyone welcome- (TAG Medical)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Alexander Slayer (Chief of Figuring Out The Galaxy (CSO)) in Mess Hall -everyone welcome-
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“Ok. Follow me. I know exactly where sickbay is.” As he took her to sickbay and sat her on a bio bed.
Lt. Slayer
The woman followed along just slightly behind him. Confusion showing on her face, but her senses missing nothing. Once entering sickbay she moved over to the biobed, but hesitated, only a fraction of second, before sitting down. The biobed made her edgy, nervous, setting of internal warnings, and she didn’t know why. But she fought with the overwhelming need to run, to get off that biobed and escape, taking a few of the medical staff out along the way…but she sat, outwardly looking extremely calm.
Cassandra Klrin
Andromeda emerged from her office, having been notified by concerned ensigns in the mess hall. “Slayer. Ms. Klrin. What seems to be the problem?”
-Andromeda DeLion, CMO
She looked at the woman, a Lt in medical blue, coming out of what she assumed was the CMOs office. She called her Ms Klrin. Klrin…that was Ch’otok’s name. Why was she calling her that? If she was using that name, surely Ch’otok was on board somewhere. Were they on assignment for the admiral? What were they doing here. She had no memory of coming on board or who she was supposed to be. The confusion and disorientation was going to drown her in a tidal wave. She had an overwhelming need to ask where Ch’otok was. Not just a need it was a compulsion. She opened her mouth to ask, but by strength of will alone she bit back the words. Instead opting to sort of answer the question. “I’m afraid I became dizzy and disoriented. Lt Slayer was kind enough to show me how to get here.” Who was this woman? She had no memory of her face or her name. She searched her memory for the information, but all that did was create a knife splitting pain in her skull and that compulsion to ask, to beg for Ch’otok’s presence.
Cassandra Klrin
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