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IntSec Office/Tom's Quarters - Anybody Welcome

Posted Oct. 23, 2020, 8:56 a.m. by Ensign T'Lora (Doctor) (Leonora V)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Tom Jarvis (Internal Security) in IntSec Office/Tom’s Quarters - Anybody Welcome

Posted by Ensign T’Lora (Doctor) in IntSec Office/Tom’s Quarters - Anybody Welcome

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Tom Jarvis (Internal Security) in IntSec Office/Tom’s Quarters - Anybody Welcome
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T’Lora nodded. “It is required to establish a baseline.” She leaned back in her chair. “It would not be uncommon for a Vulcan doctor to choose to take on a particularly intriguing case. Perhaps all approaches have been too drastic.” It was a thinly veiled offer, one she found herself hoping he would accept.
-T’Lora

Tom wondered.

“The removal of my neurological system as the issue is embedded in every cell of every neuron. You know, even replacing every neuron with a new one, a copy per se, would mean I had died and what was left would be nothing more than an imitation animated husk right?”

  • Tom, IntSec

“So do not remove it. Control it. There are thousands of species in the galaxy. Millions of mutations and medical conditions. Someone, somewhere, has encountered something similar.” She met his eyes. “There is a solution.”
-T’Lora

“I like your optimism but, In my case, control is knowing when to step out of a room for at least three minutes.” Tom said.

  • Tom, IntSec

T’Lora scoffed. “I am many things, but optimistic is not one of them. It is illogical to give up.” She stopped, realizing that perhaps she was being pushy. “If it is what you desire, I would be glad to offer my assistance.” Now she had said it, outright, and there was no going back.
-T’Lora

“You’re welcome to look into it but, you’re not the first who’s tried and I’m sure you won’t be the last. As long as my neural system is active so is the forget me field. If my neural system’s functions become altered, things can get unpredictable. There’s a reason I don’t drink. If I were to get drunk, I become a wide dispersal amnesia bomb and people forget a lot more than the last three hours. If you look into my medical files you’ll see a few sedatives and general anesthetics listed as do not use.” Tom said from his relaxed repose in his chair.

  • Tom, IntSec

T’Lora arched an eyebrow. “You are resigned.” She would never be a counselor, not with the blunt way she stated things. “Has anyone tried hormone therapy?” She would start with her first thought.
-T’Lora

Tom took a drink of his water.

“I spent three years as a ‘test subject’ at the White Hosptial Station where experts from all over the known galaxy tried many methods to control, or suppress, the field after determining that it can’t be removed without killing me. They tried many chemical compounds, genetic therapy, RNA resequencing, hormones, cloned tissue etcetera. They even tried making adjustments to my pattern in a transporter buffer.”

Tom took another sip.

“At one point Section 31 considered whether or not they should eliminate me as a threat to the security of the Federation.”

  • Tom, IntSec

T’Lora smiled. “It is most fortunate you are here now.” She sighed. “Medicine, like anything, can be perverted into something horrible. I have seen many fall into the trap of discovery. They are desperate to discover something new and overlook the individual.” She scoweled. “It is vile.”
-T’Lora - who has some problems with arrogant doctors

“It can be.” Tom agreed, “Do you have a preferred field of study in medicine or are you a jack of all trades?”

  • Tom, IntSec

T’Lora smiled. “I am particularly skilled with emergency medicine. Jury rigging, a friend once called it.” She laughed. “It is a good skill to have in Starfleet.”
-T’Lora

“A very good skill. All I have at the moment is HTR retrieval and Triage.” Tom replied.

  • Tom, IntSec

“Triage is very important.” T’Lora smiled. “It leaves the rest of us ready.”
-T’Lora

“Well it has been more useful in the past than the high threat response retrieval training.”

Tom sat back.

“I’m all out of questions without going into professional mode.” he stated.

-Tom, IntSec

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OOC: Sorry, couldn’t access my computer for a while.
IC:
T’Lora shrugged. “I don’t mind you being professional.” She smiled and nodded towards the door. “I am hiding in a way.” She lowered her voice. “There’s some birthday party for one of the nurses, and I don’t want to go.”
-T’Lora

“Not one for social gatherings. Noted.” Tom said.

Tom leaned forward and made a small gesture with his hand. A screen seemed to lift from the black surface of his desk and hover above it.

“NE Twonk has locked himself in his quarters again, and you’ve been ordered to get him out. How do you proceed?” Tom’s gaze seemed to look through T’Lora as he waited for her answer.

  • Tom, IntSec

T’Lora tilted her head curiously. “Sit outside his quarters, try to get him to talk to me. Refer him to the counselor as soon as he’s out.” Especially considering the again part of that sentence.
-T’Lora

“A neighbor is in possession of an ancient Vulcan relic. You want it. What’s the best way to obtain it?” Tom asked immediately after T’Lora gave her answer to his first question.

It was obvious that the immediacy of the incoming questions was intended to pressure T’Lora and potentially make her feel a bit rushed.

  • Tom, IntSec

“That’s very limited data.” She shrugged. “Blackmail?”
-T’Lora


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