Posted Jan. 25, 2023, 12:05 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Pashi zh’Vhohlehr (Science) (Christopher Huskins)
Posted by Captain John Tiberius Glen (Captain) in Main Sim - Sickbay - Interrogating Girl
Lieutenant j.g. Pashi zh’Vhohlehr rushed to sickbay, there was a need to have someone attempt to communicate with another being. She breathlessly entered sickbay, the doors swooshing open, and saw the executive officer Lieutenant Commander Milligan approach a young female with a Universal Translator and inquiry “Hello there. My name is Joe what is yours?”. She sighed and proceeded toward them. She screwed herself up and prepared to assist, knowing full well the limited capabilities of the universal translators, hell she had written some of their algorithms in college.
Kate could sense the Cmdr’s uneasiness and when he asked the girl her name the nursing officer held her breath.
Joe was, when the Lieutenant came in concentrating very hard on the girl for obvious reasons. Mostly because the last time he had encountered her she had tried to take a hunk of his flesh with her. It was only after he had tried the UT by asking her a simple question that he saw Pashi out of the corner of his eye. Still paying attention closely to the child Joe said to Pashi, “Good to see you, Lieutenant.” Joe then took several steps back and handed the UT over to her. “This might work better for you. I’m pretty sure that I’m not her favorite person at the moment and well, you might be able to do more with the language than I.”
As if to confirm the girl’s dislike to the XO she gave a whipish like angry look and one showing a bit of her teeth as well. Once he retreated she relaxed on her cot but now that more people were present seemed cagey as if debating running from it to somewhere else. “..Bako!” She said which the UT did not translate but made a note that given the tone and body language probably was some kind of threat/insult/warning of some kind to the XO and not her name.
On seeing Pashi ,Kate gave her a nod ‘’Lt ‘’ and with that she silently left, knowing the Cmdr had all the help he needed. She just hoped the girl would co-operate and have the knowledge to be able to answer some very important questions.
The girl remained still though cagey on edge looking about, she now had been dressed in a simple grey t-shirt and pants jumper with soaks and shoes. Probably while unconscious from being put to sleep by a hypo to keep her from scratching or biting other people. The girl sat there muttering to herself looking about.
Pashi took the universal translator and made a few quick adjustments after the child had spoken the one word. She then slowly approached the child and knelt so that her head and eyes were level with the child’s. Her antennae swiveled forward a little and in a very soft and lyrical voice she said “My name is Pashi,” here she pointed at herself as she said Pashi, “What is your name?” here she pointed at the child as she emphasized name. She repeated this, pointing to herself “Pashi” and pointed to the child “Your name?” Pashi kept her eye contact with the child but could see in her peripheral vision the u.t. was going through every known possible variation of the word Bako and trying to match words from it.
Meanwhile Glen took Joe aside. “If the girl is just going to snarl at you, then you would probably be more useful elsewhere. I see you sent Lt. Mullins to the Bridge to try to contact the Klingons. I think we also need to return to the planet and make contact with the other adult natives that your report said you saw arguing. With our UTs updated from the language we get out of the girl, we should beam back down to same place. We can continue to mingle with the locals by random talking, or more listening, or we just outright reveal ourselves to those you saw earlier. I want to be in the landing party this time. I heard you call it an ‘away team’! I like the sound of that! Do you want to choose they rest. I told Cara she was excused. If you want to stay on the Merrimack too, then I quite understand.”
- Glen, CO
Pashi looked at the young child in front of her, her antenna moving ever so spuriously forward toward the child. Her sensitive hearing was picking up very muted whispering from the child, and a quick glance at the universal translator showed it was not receiving this information. Slowly, so that the child could see what she was doing, she made some more adjustments to the instrument; until the universal translator started receiving the sounds. The translator started to analysis the pattern and words she was muttering.
-Pashi zh’Vhohlehr, Science
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