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Sacred Heart Hospital - And Here Come The Klingons!

Posted Dec. 14, 2022, 10:22 p.m. by Civilian Karina Enger (Director of Education) (Jennifer Ward)

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The injured had been brought in by emergency point-to-point transport their injuries were so severe. Multiple lacerations, broken bones, and a jagged piece of deuterium sticking out from between two ribs. The fact that the patient, an Antican female, was still conscious was almost a miracle. The fact that she was dressed in the armor of a Klingon was just plain weird. As she was brought towards the OR, they began to try and cut away the armor and she growled at the attending. “You will NEVER cut my armor from me! I will die before I allow-” and a thunderous voice cut her off. “You will allow them to do whatever they need to!” The speaker was the largest and scariest looking Klingon any of the staff had ever seen. Standing well over seven feet tall and carrying more muscles than most Star Fleet Security teams, the figure strode into the hallway as if they owned the entire building. Scars of many violent encounters showed on the exposed parts of his body, and his black hair hung in a long braid down his back. His facial hair was similarly braided and has bits of… things… woven into it. As he got to the stretcher he laid a hand, surprisingly gently, on the chest of the Antican woman. “You serve House Duroc with honor… but we do not throw away one another for such things as armor. Armor can be made again. You are what matters. Now let them treat you, and do what they say. I will be beside you when you wake.” He looked at one of the doctors standing there with a hypo and said “Make sure she is comfortable and taken well care of. Nothing else matters.” His voice was a low rumble of distant storms, but the concern in the eyes of his scarred face was genuine.

It was the next day after the patient arrived. A marathon fourteen hour surgery had been done to save the woman, but save her they did. She lay in a bed in the ICU, monitors and displays keeping the staff informed of her condition. It was then that doors opened and were filled by the hulking figure of the day before. “I want to see her.” they said with a growl. A member of the hospital administration said “I understand, Lord Duroc, but the ICU is off limits to anyone except family!” The hand that grabbed the administrator was massive, and deceptively fast. In less than a heartbeat, the man’s feet were off the ground and his face brought close to the battle-worn visage of Urg’tohn, Lord of House Duroc and Chosen of Kvaar’ton. “She. Is. My. Family. You. Worm.” he said in a way that seemed to have the effect of loosening the administrator’s control of his bladder. Urg dropped him and walked up to the nurse’s station. “I wish to see Neela Vens… please.” The administrator, from his position in the now wet floor, mouthed Call security!!

Urg, Lord Duroc

The commotion drew the attention of anyone and everyone in passing and one particular person. A klingon woman with dark aburn hair with natural red highlights, left down except on the side by pins. Her brown eyes flashed as she approached. She was wearing practical clothing for exercising all day with the Sacred Heart emblem on the chest of her vest opposite a house emblem. She strode over, she was exceptionally fit and lithe, and with one hand lifted the man to his feet. Without a word she moved behind the desk and looked at the screen. “No.” She looked up at him. “The doctors are with her, checking her after the surgery and the room is quite full. 15 minutes, and I will personally take you to her room.” She set a bioscanner in front of him. “After we have verified your identity, per hospital protocols. You did demand we make sure she is comfortable and taken well care of.”

Dr. Jal’na Sherko

Urg looked over and saw her room. “There is no one with her. And I promised her I would be there when she awoke. But I understand the need to veflrify.” and a fist slammed down onto biscanner, smashing it into dozens of pieces. “There. I may have missed a bit on the signature.” He looked at the Klingon woman and said “If you want to stop me, shoot me. But I wouldn’t recommend it.” and he turned and walked into the room and sat down next to the Antican and just watched.

Urg, Lord Duroc

“Screw security, get CCDA.” The charge nurse nodded and made the page.

Jal’na walked into the room got right un hisnface and snarled. “Out you worthless rock. Wrong patient. The room you want is over there.” And she pointed to the next room. Which was full of doctors and the woman he was looking for. “And you will pay for the damage.”

Jal’na

Urg looked at the patient, looked at the annoying woman, then leaned back and said “I am here for her. You want me to move… move me yourself. And call your CCDA… I’ll be right here when they arrive.”

And arrive they did. Two CCDA Agents walked onto the ward. One, a large Bolian; the other a human woman. After a brief conference with the charge nurse, they walked to the room where the two Klingons were having a staring contest… and the woman cussed under her breath. “Uh… Doctor? A word?” and she gestured to just outside the room.

Urg, Lord Duroc

“If you are about to tell me this is Urg’tohn, Lord Duroc, of the House of Duroc watched over by Kvaar’ton, every child on Oed knows that. If you are about to tell me that he an ambassador and has some cowards excuse to get away with such childish behavior, save it and get out.” She folder her arms and stood there, “I am not leaving until he gives me a legitimate reason for being in this room.”

And it was at that moment the little paper pusher appeared at the door in an angry high pitched voice only a paper pusher could achieve, “He isn’t…!”

Jal’na snapped her fingers in the man’s direction. “Shut your trap. You haven’t been on Oed long but I know you have been told, family is more than blood. Go before you make more of a fool of yourself.”

Jal’na

Lord Duroc’s eyes never left the woman’s face, but he said quite firmly “I have no conflict with the CCDA. You can leave now and it will stay that way.” The Agent looked at Jal’na and said “I’ll go call the Major General.” As they turned to leave, Urg said “And close the door!” and they pressed the control and slid the transparent door closed.

“Now then, Doctor is it? Now then Doctor… you demand a reason why I am here and not across the ward with the member of my House.” He reached out and gently took the woman’s hand. “Very well… twenty two hours ago an assassin tried to kill me. We were ambushed by four armed figures in the Oed Industrial Park. Shots were exchanged, and one threw a photon grenade at my ground car. It exploded.” He nodded slightly to the other room where the House Duroc guard was being treated. “She tackled me and took the brunt of the blast. It threw her over twenty meters across the parking lot. She saved my life.” He took a deep breath.

This one… she was simply walking home after work. She was no one to me, yet here she is… because of me.” He looked up at Jal’na. “I carried her to the med shuttle and came here with her. She was not awake, but I promised her I would be here when she woke… so I could beg for her forgiveness.” He looked back down at her. “And here I will stay until she wakes.”

Urg, Lord Duroc

Jal’na said not a word while he talked. He was as strange as she had been told. Jal’na liked strange. Oh she loved her people, but found them too stringent and found most hide like cowards behind ‘honor.’ He was more concerned about the innocent woman than his guard. That was not the typical Klingon way. Not that Jal’na didn’t care about the guard, she did, but that was their job. Jal’na understood the desire to defend and even retaliate when those that were family were wronged. She also knew how that attitude bled over to the innocent and could create more strife. His was a reason she could respect.

She inclined her head slightly, “That is a reason worthy of bending the rules for such a warrior.” Jal’na turned and left the room. She stopped at the nurses station to talk to the charge nurse and then continued on looking for the two CCDA officers to tell them to go home.

Jal’na

Hours passed. And then more. Shift change came and went. A new group of nurses and doctors came in, ran tests, took samples, and kept people alive… and Urg sat motionless. Another shift came on. One of the less timid nurses asked the giant Klingon if he wanted something to eat. Silence was the answer he got. At one point, the shift lead decided that Urg had to go since visiting hours were over. They decided that… but no one was going to tell him that he had to go.

A full day passed. And still he sat… watching… waiting.

Urg, Lord Duroc

A full day had passed and Jal’na returned. This time to work and not put out fires before they caused explosions. She came with a bag of various items. She paused at the foot of the bed to read the display, switched on additional monitors. Then she flipped back a corner of the sheet and began to work. Flexing joints and massaging muscles. Lifting and bending and flexing the leg. She watched tgw monitors as she worked and if anything was not to her liking she would stop and wait and then continue.

Jal’na

Lord Duroc didn’t move. He just watched the woman. As Jal’na worked, he said softly (at least for him) “How did a Klingon come to be a Physical Therapist in a Federation Colony so far from the Empire?”

Urg, Lord Duroc

“I have neither the skill nor the aptitude to be a warrior. We all can’t be. I grew tired of watching strong capable men and women choose the Hegh’bat when with enough courage and fortitude, they could and would get better and continue to live with honor.” She had strong opinions about what constituted honor. Jal’na pulled the sheet back and moved to the opposite side. She began to repeat the exercises, going much slower this time. “I chose to serve my House by helping them heal and return to their callings. T’Kor taught us that warriors come in more versions than Klingons.” Looking at the monitor she gently stretched the woman’s leg out and retrieved a bottle from her bag, poured it into her palms and began to rub it into the muscles. “When Sacred Heart sent out inquirie, looking for more staff, I read about Oed. I decided there were all manner of warriors and good strong, honorable people here who needed someone to look after them. And with Lord Noggra’s blessing I came. I have beenh here ever since.”

Jal’na

“Your Lord is one of the few nobles I respect. His is a true honor… not the pandering, excuse making, manipulative ‘honor’ of so many of our people.” and he turned to side and spat in derision. He looked back at the woman laying in the bed and said “It was those who sent the ones who hurt this woman. Not that they would care about her. If a non-Klingon is hurt or killed in the process of forwarding the interests of the House or Empire, who cares after all?” he was almost yelling but caught himself. “But they are learning… some do care. Some, like your Lord, see the Empire and the High Council for what it really is… a bunch of old males gone to seed who revel in made up stories of grand battles and victories none of them had for themselves. Houses built on foundations of lies and deceit. Corrupt. Vengeful. Spiteful.” and the sound of his teeth grinding together was audible.

Cowardly.

Urg, Lord Duroc

He spoke treason. It was one thing to say such things in the relative safety of your own house, it was another to say so in public. Either he was crazy or he didn’t care who heard him. She couldn’t exactly disagree with him either. It wasn’t her place to argue politics with patients or their families, or in this case, their zealous protectors. Her job was to help their bodies heal. “Only a coward attacks the weak and innocent.” Jal’na continued to work. “Lord Noggra is a man I am proud to follow. He is a smart man who is not afraid to learn or admit when he needs to change.”

Jal’na

“As I said… his is a true honor. Kvaar’ton will toast his arrival in Skova’tor, may that day be long in coming.” Urg said. Suddenly, there was a steady beeping coming from one of the monitors and the display began to flicker.

Jal’na reached up and hit a couple of buttons and then checked the cabling. The machine would have to be replaced. She was reaching over to unplug it and call the ICU nurse when the man stood.

Urg stood and looked at the device. He scowled and put his head on it and seemingly ordered the machine. “Silence! You will function as you are expected.” The machine beeped once… and it fell silent and the display came back to normal, maybe even a bit more clear. Urg turned and sat back down. “The Builder is watching over her. She will be fine. He will make her whole.” and he stood and looked at Jal’na. “May I see my guard now? Or should I leave?”

Urg, Lord Duroc

Jal’na’s brows disappeared into her hair line (which was a feat). Did the man just scare the monitor into behaving itself? Nonsense. Absolute rubish as Elaine liked to say. Jal’na held her tongue from asking him if that were so what did the woman need the hospital staff for. Dr Fayth would skin her alive if she said that though. Jal’na had to look up at him. He was massive. She smiled but by non-klingon standards it was a snear. “You could have gone at any time. Her room was just exceptionally crowded when you first arrived yesterday. She’s not awake yet, but should be soon.”

Jal’na

“She needed me more.” he said as he pointed to the woman in the bed next to them. “My thanks, Doctor Jal’na of House Noggra.” and, in a wholly un-Klingon gesture for a warrior to give to a non-warrior, grabbed her forearm in a massive and borderline painful grip. “You do your house proud.” and he shook it once, clapped her on the shoulder, and walked out the door and into the room with his guard. Apparently she was conscious as Urg’s voice boomed out of the room “Look at you! Lying there being lazy! You would do anything to get out of the ceremony planned for your return, wouldn’t you?!” and a loud laugh was accompanied by a strained one.

Urg, Lord Duroc

He wasn’t wrong. The poor woman’s next of kin was light years away. Other than a room mate she had no one on Oed. Or at least no one that had shown up at the hospital. She had checked with the charge nurse and visitor’s desk. The gesture was surprising, and on Q’onos would never have happened. “It is my duty and honor to serve them,” she said with a voice that conveyed her commiment. He was gone before she could say anything else.

Jal’na turned back to the woman to continue her work pleased to hear the other woman was already awake. She was sure her attending would be glad of that too. She wished this one would wake up as well. “You have a strange but adamant protector.” A warrior who kept everyone guessing was harder to defeat. She ended the session by propping her on her side to relieve some of the pressure and pain, that even in her sleep the woman was feeling.

Jal’na

There was a low moan and the woman’s eyes fluttered. A quick glance at the readings would show that she was regaining consciousness… but why was an unknown.

Patient

Jal’na was long gone, but the ICU nurse was there and rushed into the room, and took her hand while pressing the button to page the attending. The nurse spoke very quietly to her. The doctor arrived to check on her. There were certain, yet simple, assessments that needed to be done as she regained consciousness. They were all afraid to not tell Lord Duroc she was waking up though. Another nurse was sent across the hall to inform him. She knocked politely at the door. She was older and wasn’t phased by the massive individual. She had seen all kinds in her career. “Excuse me, I was told you would want to know that she’s waking up.”

ICU Nurse (aka Shrine in disguise)

Urg looked up at the nurse and said “I know, but thank you. I’ll be there momentarily.”

Hooked back down at the Antican and said “You honor me with your devotion to the House. And you honor me as your friend. Now rest. Recover. And when they are done with you, report back to the ship. Tell Commander Shiv to begin your training for the Honor Guard.” The woman’s eyes went wide and she struggled to sit up, but a massive hand on her shoulder held her firm and unmoving. “First rest. We need you whole. I will see you soon.” She nodded and said “Thank you, Lord Duroc. I will not fail you.” He smiled and said “You haven’t before, so why would you change that?” He patted her shoulder and then walked out and across the hall.

Urg, Lord Duroc

The nurse nodded and returned to her desk outside the room. Inside the other woman’s room was calm. The doctor was conducting a series of scans and asking the woman a series of questions. It was obvious she was confused. She’d lost almost two days from the events and being unconscious, but her memory was sound as far as date and where she was and who she was. She did not remember what had happened to her, which was normal. The doctor explained to her, though they all knew that didn’t ease the confusion or disorientation, and for some fear.

The woman confirmed she had no family on Oed. She had come alone months ago, another refugee. She was supposed to be starting as a teaching assistant when she had completed some training. There wasn’t anyone for the hospital to call. The doctor nodded and looked at the door and then back at the woman. “There is someone who would like to talk to you if you would like company.” The woman looked totally confused but was curious who it was. The doctor and nurse walked out into the hall way. The doctor paused by Duroc. “She might fall asleep while you talk to her, and she’s confused so you might have to repeat yourself, but her cognitive responses are promising upon waking.”

Jal’na

“The Builder be praised. And the attentions of you and your staff. Well done, doctor.” and he dropped a large, gauntlets hand on the doctor’s shoulder as he moved past him and into the room.

The woman’s eyes went wide is shock and fear as Urg’tohn, Lord Duroc and Chose of Kvaar’ton walked into the room. The shock and fear turned to confusion as Urg sat, crossing one leg on top of knee, and he smiled (not annattractive sight). “The Builder be praised, you are awake!” he said reservedly. “I am happy to see you.” The woman looked very confused, but before she could speak, Urg geld up a hand. “Rest easy. You are in no danger from me. My name is Urg’tohn. I am the Head of the Klingon noble family House Duroc. My House has an embassy here on Oed. As to how we met…” and he took a deep breath. “I am so sorry. But you were injured when an attempt was made on my life. You did nothing wrong. Your injuries and pain are because of me… my enemies. You were caught in a blast intended for me. And for that, I cannot do anything except ask for your forgiveness.” He leaned forward slightly and took her hand. “I am truly sorry.”

Urg, Lord Duroc

The woman looked at him trying to piece the information together. The dots were not connecting. That was to be expected. “I…I was…” she licked her lips, “in an explosion? Is that why I hurt so much?” She’d be hurting a lot more when the meds started to wear off.

Patient

“Indeed.” Urg said with a nod. “But you are in the best hand Oed has to offer.” He scooted the chair closer and said “Did I hear correctly? Do you not have family here on Oed? Where are they?”

Urg, Lord Duroc

She nodded slowly. “I have heard good things about the doctors here.” Though she’d had no reason to come to the hospital except for a medical screening when she arrived to Oed. “No I’m here alone. My parents and I lived on the colony of Lyshan before we had to be evacuated to Umath near Outpost 61. Umath wasn’t a good climate for them, but they are very old and didn’t want to make another trip. So I came to Oed hoping to find a job and have them join me later.”

Patient

Patient

Urg looked at her for a moment and then said “Work… have you found a position yet? What do you do for work? And how long has it been since you last spoke to your parents?”

Urg, Lord Duroc

How long had it been? “Ummm…maybe a week? I’m not sure. The doctor said my memory might be fuzzy.” She looked around suddenly, “Oh…I have to call Dir Enger. She…she hired me to work at one of the new ECE centers. I have to take a few classes though. She took care of it all.”

The woman blinked a few times, still groggy from medications and healing. “You said you were sorry? Why?”

Patient

Urg said simply “You got hurt because of me. And for that I wish to make amends. Now tell me… what is your name?”

Urg, Lord Duroc

It seemed important to him. “That is kind of you, but unnecessary.” She coughed slightly and the nurse appeared instantly with a small cup of water and ice chips. She helped her drink and gave her a few to allow to melt in her mouth. The nurse set the cup on the table nearby after Seja had taken several sips and then left them alone again. “I am Seja Khesse.”

Seja

Urg nodded and said “I am Urg’tohn of House Duroc. And I am at your service.” Please, rest for a moment, Seja Khesse. I will return in a moment.” He stood up and went outside to the nurse’s station. “I need to speak to an associate. I will be back in a few minutes.” and he stepped outside the ward.

Once in the hallway, he pulled out his communicator. He searched for the correct connection and then placed a call. Soon a voice said “Director Enger’s office. How may I help you?” Urg said “This is Urg’tohn, Lord of Klingon Nobel House Duroc and memeber of the Imperial Council. I wish to speak with the Director.”

Urg, Lord Duroc

There was a pause. “Lord Duroc, please hold for a moment. Director Enger is with the police, but I will get her for you.” No one wanted to mess with the crazy Klingon.

It might have felt forever or short but it was a full 90 seconds later when a slightly computerized voice came back over the connection. “Lord Duroc, this is Director Enger, what can I do for you?”

Enger


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