Babs
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Post by Babs on May 4, 2018 13:58:35 GMT
Thanks guys
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Post by Babs on May 14, 2018 14:11:39 GMT
11805.07 Purification
The water flowed out of the tap, it’s heat surrounding her, nurturing her. She had rarely given herself the luxury of taking a full water bath by herself since they had come on board the Zorya. Usually the sonic shower sufficed.
But she needed it now.
She couldn’t get the image out of her head. She’d tried to shove it aside in the hours after Jiang died, but it kept intruding on her thoughts. Yes, she’d seen bodies before. It was part of her work, though an unfortunate part. But this was a man she’d looked up to, admired even, though she’d only known him a few months. And to lose a second captain in less than a year..
She hadn’t seen Rome’s body. She’d attended his funeral, listened to all of the speeches. Missed him even a little bit sometimes. But she hadn’t seen him die.
She let herself slip under the water, tilting her head back and closing her eyes, her nose and mouth sticking up above the surface like an island, her chestnut hair framing her face like a cloud. She breathed deeply, letting all of the shock and anger and sorrow and bone-deep exhaustion melt away into the water.
She smoothed a hand down her belly, letting it rest over the small bulge in her lower abdomen. Would their child grow up in a galaxy tainted by endless war and revenge? Would it be necessary to hide away from all of that so they could raise their family in peace? She couldn’t answer these questions yet.. Didn’t even know what the coming days or weeks would bring, let alone years.
For now, all she could do was focus on the hours ahead.. And she couldn’t take care of the crew if she was not taking care of herself, especially now. She rose from the bath and wrapped herself in her dressing gown, padding silently to her waiting bed.
She didn’t even remember her head hitting the pillow.
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Post by Einar on May 15, 2018 7:11:23 GMT
that was a very good log Babs. I can feel her pain in these words
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Post by Babs on May 23, 2018 17:39:16 GMT
11805.14 (with CMO’s Evans and Rousseau)
Shaken. It was the best way Isabelle could describe the mood of Zorya’s sickbay, still seven hours after the fact. Isabelle’s medical staff had been running ragged for the past few hours dealing with the injured from the battle, their spirits dampened by the loss of their Captain. And the damaged surgical suite and ICU had left them at half capacity to deal with the injured that still remained.
“Chiron, we are ready. Four to beam over to Chiron’s ICU.”
Isabelle was glad to be meeting up with the Chiron. Even though many others in the crew wanted to chase down the ones responsible for their situation; it was better that they took the time to heal and repair, to gather their energy again before serving justice.
“You’ve got it, Doctor. Stand by..” The transporter chief’s cheerful voice chirped through her comm badge, and shortly afterwards, the small group beamed over in a shimmer of blue light, arriving in the bright hustle and bustle of Chiron’s sickbay.
Penny fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve as she stood watching as the transport from the Zorya was completed. The shimmering died down and she turned to the woman whose face she recognized from the Zorya’s personnel files as the Chief Medical Officer. She tried to put on her most confident and friendly smile, “Dr. Rousseau, welcome to the Chiron.”
One of the new Med Techs leaned over and whispered to Madeleine, “What’s with Dr. Evans? I’ve never seen more relaxed smiles on agoraphobes…”
“Hush,” Madeleine whispered sternly to the young cadet, “She’s just nervous.”
Isabelle recognised the Chiron CMO’s voice, having spoken with her less than an hour prior via comms. “Dr. Evans, it’s a pleasure to meet you in person. Thank you for your help.” She stepped forwards and held out her hand to the slight dark haired woman, her light gallic-accented voice still tinged with the hardship they had just been through.
“I apologise for seeming rushed, but engineering is still repairing my surgical facilities and I need to get these patients seen to as quickly as possible.”
With a nod Penny motioned to the biobeds, “Certainly, I figured as much and had the ICU prepped for you.” She glanced back at her med techs and head nurse and gave a nod for them to assist them. “Anything you need just let us know, and I’m happy to assist any way.” She had heard what the Zorya had been through and couldn’t imagine being in their shoes.
“Dr. V’loth is one of my best surgeons..” Isabelle introduced the vulcan doctor standing patiently next to her. “He’ll need the use of your surgical bay for the most critical of these two patients. Her left leg was crushed during a gravity malfunction in one of our cargo bays.” The slim vulcan doctor stepped forward, giving a curt nod.
“I’ll also need the use of your burn unit and ventilator. This second patient has acute smoke inhalation and third degree burns from a plasma fire on deck six. We were halfway through her treatment when the ventilator shorted out from cascade failures.. Its.. It’s been a rough night.” She knew that didn’t begin to even half describe their recent experience, but it wasn’t easy to put it into words yet.
Penny felt a surge of sympathy. She had been lucky so far and not run into a situation like the Zorya had just been through. She had to admire Dr. Rousseau’s strength in the midst of it. She doubted she could handle it with as much resilience. With a nod, Penny pointed to the burn unit and then crossed over to the supply closet, “The ventilator is actually already in there. I’m going to get some dermaline gel, sounds like we might need it once you’ve treated the more critical injuries.” She disappeared into the closet.
Dr. V’loth, accompanied by a nurse from the Chiron staff, took his patient to scrub in for surgery while Isabelle moved her second patient over to the burn unit. She had just gotten the burn bed set up when three more patients were brought in, along with her head nurse Dedoja, whose shuttle had just arrived from the Zorya with the patients that couldn’t be beamed over. “Also if you can spare them, a cortical monitor and few doses of Lectrazine.” Isabelle added, calling back to Penny.
She busied herself with the new arrivals while she waited for Dr. Evans to return, taking a few moments to look around the ward when she had the chance. The Chiron staff were fresher than her own, and it was a relief to be in an undamaged sickbay. She felt a little twinge of guilt that she had taken time out to rest earlier when so many of her staff had been run ragged, but she knew if she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have been much use to anyone, especially those who most needed it.
Penny joined her in the burn unit with the required medicines and the cortical monitor Dr. Rousseau had requested. She handed the monitor to the other CMO and then loaded the Lectrazine into a hypo, setting it aside on a crash cart. She noticed some more patients had come into the sickbay while she had been rifling in the supply closet. “What else are we looking at?” She didn’t want to just presume the other woman was comfortable with her jumping in to help, after all, it was her crew they were treating. Even so she couldn’t help but take a look at the readings from the closest patient’s scans as she asked this.
Isabelle turned to Penny, realising she’d been moving on autopilot and hadn’t given her a full sitrep yet. She handed the PADD she was holding to the other Doctor, and indicated each patient as she went through the list.
“Of this group, we have diffuse axonal injury from a fall,” She placed the cortical monitor on his forehead and glanced at the young lieutenant’s lifesigns as she spoke. His brainwave patterns were weak, but holding steady so far.
“Then a case of hypoxia..” She moved to the second, bringing up the patient’s blood oxygen levels on the console, “She’s stable, but we’ve had to put her in a medical coma due to risk of brain damage. And the third, hypovolemia from internal bleeding. She’s already had emergency surgery to fix the damaged artery, and a transfusion..”
Isabelle glanced down at the padd with the patient’s information on it, “But we’ll need to continue with fluids and monitor her for the next few hours.” She gave a sigh of relief as she paged through the list. It wasn’t as bad as she’d thought. “That should be the last of the critical patients. The rest are being treated back on Zorya.”
Nodding slowly she looked at Madeleine, “Prep another infusion kit, just in case,” her head nurse nodded and slipped out of the room. She looked thoughtfully at the first patient, “Have you considered cryostasis for the Lieutenant? Slowing down the biochemical cascades would go a long way in delaying further injury to the axons… at least until we can come up with a better solution.” Penny twisted a lock of her hair absent mindedly as she thought about the options.
“I agree, Cryostasis would be best until we can come up with a workable solution.. The last time I encountered this, I had a treatment based on some of Dr. Lee’s work at Starfleet Medical, a miracle cure of sorts that could rebuild the damaged neurons, but I don’t have that option anymore. The remaining doses and my notes were destroyed when the Hyperion went down.” Isabelle pinched the bridge of her nose as she thought about the problem; some of the exhaustion from earlier returning. “What about.. a mix of stem cells and nanites to repair the damaged neurons? The nanites could be set to auto dissolve once the repairs have been made. Also, we could add a cell growth accelerator to the stem cells to counteract the speed of the biochemical cascades.” She looked at the readouts on the lieutenant’s latest brain scan and shook her head worriedly. “We’ll need to get him into stasis right away..”
“I like that, the nanites could easily repair the damage done to the axons quickly,” she glanced at Madeleine as she came back in the room, carrying the requested infusion kit as well as a hypo. The Nurse held up the hypo, “I thought you might need some Dexalin as well.”
“Good idea. Just set it down, I need you to get the cryostasis unit prepped.” Madeleine looked mildly surprised, but she didn’t ask questions, instead just left the room to do as Penny had asked. Grabbing a gurney she went on, “I can help you move him over. It must be frustrating to have had the answer.” She felt particularly inexperienced at the moment, compared to Dr. Rousseau, and only hoped she could help her.
Isabelle nodded. “It wasn’t easy to create, and it took me a few tries to get it right. Maybe someday.. But there isn’t time now to start from scratch again.” She positioned herself at the man’s shoulders, and nodded to another nurse. “Can you get his legs for us please?” She waited for Dr. Evans to take the midsection. “One, two.. And lift.” They moved the unconscious man smoothly onto the gurney. “We’ll have to prep the stem cells and program the nanites, that will probably take a few hours. Most of that’s waiting for processes to finish, so it shouldn’t take too much time away from our other patients.”
The trio wheeled him into the other room and over to the cryostasis chamber that Madeleine had already started to prep for them. It was open for them, and once again they counted and lifted the patient into the chamber. “Well, we may find there is more than one way to skin a cat,” Penny offered a reassuring smile to her cohort. For the first time since talking to her, Penny finally realized how difficult everything they had just been through was. Losing a patient is difficult, but a Captain? The nurse that helped them to bring him over moved back over to the burn unit to assist with the other patients and the Chiron’s CMO laid a hand on Madeleine’s arm, “I think we can take it from here, would you assist them in there?”
The nurse nodded and departed, and Penny took up where she left off initializing the stasis chamber. Now that they didn’t have other staff hanging around she offered awkwardly, “I… I heard about Captain Jiāng, and I can’t even imagine being in your shoes. I’m so sorry.” She thought of Captain Sumner. If it had happened to the Chiron rather than the Zorya, she wasn’t sure how she would handle it. “I want you to treat this like your own sickbay. Whatever you need from me for their treatment, it’s yours.” It wasn’t much and didn’t make up for losing a Captain, but hopefully it would make a difference in preventing any more loss for the Zorya crew and their Chief Medical Officer.
Isabelle gave her a grateful smile. “Thank you. I really appreciate everything you’ve done for us, especially on such short notice. We would do the same for you if the situation were reversed. Oh, and if we get the chance, you’re welcome to come over to the Zorya for a visit once everything’s fixed up. I’d be happy to show you around the med facilities.”
Penny blushed slightly, the thought of meeting a bunch of new people and being shown around sounded a bit too conspicuous and uncomfortable to her, even if she knew it was well intentioned. She returned the smile and said, “Perhaps if we have the time, and we’re just glad to help.” She finally got the chamber initialized and the door slid closed, the patient visible through the glass as it put him in cryostasis. “That should do it, shall we get to work on the treatment?”
“Of course.” Isabelle nodded. “Lead the way...”
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Post by Einar on May 24, 2018 7:54:05 GMT
That was amazing! More of those two please!
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Post by Babs on Jun 11, 2018 18:25:02 GMT
11805.14 Family Meeting (With Izzy, Soule and Hamlet)
Hamlet stepped into sickbay; not his natural habitat; looking around with a mischievous look in his eye, before spotting what he was looking for. "Intruder alert, intruder alert!" He called across the room, smiling.
Isabelle looked over with a broad smile of recognition as the klingon’s unmistakeable scottish accent soared across the room. “Hamlet! It’s really good to see you.” She finished up the readings that she was taking and handed her padd to a nurse, then crossed the ward towards him. “How are you? How is the investigation going?”
"Its good to see you as well Isabelle. Its nice to see a friendly face." He chuckled, looking over at Dr. Evans on the other side of sickbay. "Not that their faces aren't friendly here, but... ach, you know what I mean."
"The investigation is still on going, and nerve wracking. Actually, your husband was supposed to meet me an hour ago, with his most trusted personnel. Bledy hell is he?"
“Good question..” She tilted her head, thinking. “I haven’t heard from him since I beamed over.
I assumed he was with you...” She reached up to tap her badge, giving it a moment to connect. “Chéri, where are you? Did you make it over to the Chiron yet?”
It took a while before a response came over the comm. "Sorry Imzadi, I'm running late. Had a talk with the captain; so heads up, she probably hates me now." He walked hurriedly down the corridor towards the transporter room. "I'm on my way over now with Evans, Mingna and Gesen, to help with the Chiron investigation. Could you let the Professor know, if you see him?"
“Ah, I see.. Well, a meeting with the Captain would come first..” She didn’t press him on the details, they could talk about it later if he wanted to. “Actually, He’s standing right here.” She gave a glance to Hamlet as she spoke. “He came to find me in sickbay, since he didn’t see you yet. Hamlet, would you like to say hello?”
"Isnt it funny, that when you say the word jock in a Scottish accent, it comes out sounding a bit like joke." Soule quipped.
"I'ma punch you in yer pretty English face." Hamlet retorted.
"Awwww. You think I'm pretty."
"Why the bledy hell did you marry him, lass?" The Scotsman laughed.
"I'll be over in the transporter room in five, I'll see you two there." Soule cut the comm, before hearing Izzy's answer, or before he could give his inappropriate one.
Isabelle put a finger up, then lowered it again, not saying exactly the first thing that came to her mind.. “I love him.. And he makes me laugh, among other things..” she grinned. “Aaanyway.” she added, clearing her throat and changing the subject before she too said something inappropriate. “Let’s get to the transporter room..”
"Ooooooookay then..." He laughed, before gesturing for the door, following beside her. "So how've ya'bin, lass? I was sorry to hear about yer captain." He gave her a consoled nod.
"I'm glad the pair of ya are alright; had me worried, ya did." He let out a relieved sigh. "But dont tell Soule that. He'd mock me mercilessly for being soft."
Isabelle trotted along beside the tall klingon, going as fast as her much shorter legs could carry her. “We’re really glad that you’re alright too, we’d been worried about you since the Chiron went missing. It’s really good to have you back again.” She smiled, then became contemplative for a moment. “Thank you. We didn’t know the captain for very long, but we’re going to miss him. He was a good man.”
“But, Soule and I have been fine..” she paused, holding herself back from blurting out their news before Soule got there, even though it was one of the first things she wanted to share with Hamlet; he and Cre’el were practically family. “We’ve got alot to catch up on, with you being gone for three months.” They rounded the corner to the transporter room, and stepped through the door.
"Oh, aye? I notice you got a promotion." He chuckled. "Congratulations."
“Oh, thank you.” she smiled, “I’d almost forgotten about that with everything else going on..”
Within a few moments, the room glowed with the blue light of the transporters; the four security officers immediately bickering about something, upon materialisation.
"No... Evans, and if you keep going on about it; I'm going to shoot you." Soule glared.
"Oh, come on... Ming... back me up here." Evans flailed his arms indignantly. "Gesen?"
"Bi zue, Evans." Ming-na calmly retorted; Gesen just shrugging, not understanding this area of human culture.
"Hey love." Soule waved at Izzy and Hamlet. "Hey Izzy." He grinned mischievously at her.
"Doc... Ben Hur? Greatest movie of all time... Your thoughts?" Evans butted in.
"This has been my last twenty five minutes." Soule's head slumped, as he sighed exhaustedly.
“Ben Hur is a solid classic, I’ll agree, especially the chariot race. But I’m partial to the Wizard of Oz myself,” Isabelle grinned, it was a nice change of pace to be talking about something other than devastating injuries or the recent events on the Zorya. “So I may not be the best person to ask..” She smirked at Security Officer Evans, and then pecked Soule on the cheek. “Glad you could make it..”
Soule smiled, returning the kiss, then waving on his officers. "You denigrates go make yourselves useful."
"Trev, I think is on deck 4." Hamlet added. "He'll have a place for ya."
"You've got an intel agent aboard, right?"
A question to which Hamlet nodded. "Aye..."
"You lot keep an eye on 'em."
"Are we discriminating, based on the fact that they're an intelligence operative?" Gesen asked, officially.
"Discrimination is wrong in every form... but yes. All those secrets and lies... they can't be trusted. The reason the Federation is split in two, is because of a secret cabal of intelligence operatives."
"Good point... lets go gang." Evans ordered as he left the transporter room.
"Ming-na's in charge."
"Damnit!"
Soule waited until his team left the room, before decompressing, and turning to Hamlet. "You had us worried, you prick. How dare you go missing!"
Isabelle took Soule’s hand, glancing between the two men.”I’d love to hear your stories of the Delta quadrant, Hamlet. Aaand.. We have some news to share.” She grinned, still doing her best to keep it in. “How about we all find somewhere to sit and talk, maybe have some tea. Where would be best? The ship’s lounge perhaps?”
"Umm... My quarters have been a bit empty of late, and I would welcome the company; Gallop also wouldn't say no to guests." The old Klingon laughed, finding himself increasingly curious about the couple's tales.
"Have you been walking him enough?" Soule inquired, almost aggressively.
"Yes." Hamlet replied stoically.
"Are you certain?" Soule doubled down with an intense stare.
"Yes... I sometimes farm the task out to a junior officer. Why d'ya'sk?"
"No reason." Soule followed up with a smirk, turning to Izzy, squeezing her hand, willing her to contain it for just a little longer. "After you old man."
Hamlet stared at the two for a moment, sensing something off about them. While Isabelle was often a delightful bright personality, she seemed to have an extra glow about her, that he couldn't put his finger on. Soule as well, seemed different somehow; behind the intense stares and threatening to shoot a subordinate, he was less serious about himself. "Follow me."
“It will be lovely to see your quarters, and we appreciate the hospitality.” Isabelle accepted Hamlet’s offer gratefully, appreciating going to a less crowded meeting place than the lounge probably would have been. She was willing to give Hamlet the benefit of the doubt that the targ had been walked recently enough... She slipped her arm around Soule’s waist as they followed alongside Hamlet. “I can’t wait to see Mr. Gallop also. It’s been a few months..” They came to a ‘t’ intersection and turned left, stopping at the third door to the right.
The old Klingon punched a basic code into the doorpad, slowly entering as the door opened. "Come on in, kids, make yerselves at home." He smiled back at them, before glancing around the room and approaching the replicator. "Can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee? Something stronger perhaps?"
"Oh, you know mean, proper tea for me. Aaannnd..." Soule looked to Izzy as they followed behind Hamlet inside, trying to guess exactly what she was in the mood for. "Chamomile tea... and... a dash... of... honey? ...Honey... maybe." He chuckled thinking he was; at best, half right.
A deep, menacing growl could suddenly be heard eminating from the corner of the room, followed by a loud stamping and scraping noise. "That answers the question I was gonna ask." Soule's gaze crossed to the source, before he stepped away from Izzy and adopted a defensive stance. "One moment, love." Short, focused barks were the next warning, but the beast could still not be seen; lurking in the shadows of one of the bedrooms, or under a table.
“Chamomile with a touch of honey and milk sounds perfect.” Isabelle smiled as she took a seat on the sofa. She had just settled into the cushions when she startled at the growling and looked past Soule to the corner of the room, then realised what was making the sound. She called out cautiously. “Mr. Gallop..?”
"So close..." Soule whispered to himself.
Hamlet chuckled, ordering the couple's drinks, and a Vulcan tea for himself. "Give it a few more years of marriage, lad. You'll have it down to a tee eventually."
"Worst joke ever."
Upon hearing the welcoming sound of Izzy's voice, Gallop made his charge; followed by the crashes and bangs of various thing being bumped into, or knocked over. From around one of the armchairs, hopping over the back of the sofa, the spiky animal ran tusks first at Soule. With a kerfuffle of dodging and blocking, Soule managed to catch Gallop by the tusks, lifting him up into the air, and gazing into the beasts eyes.
"What you doin...? Silly bugger." Soule chuckled in ; to the reply of a rolled out tongue and contented panting. "What you want? Pigs can fly?"
"Nooooo." Hamlet shouted, bringing drinks to the table.
"Pigs can fly." Soule then swung Gallop side to side a few times, before tossing him unceremoniously on the armchair. The beast lay there limp. "You want cuddles?"
The commotion of Gallops response managed to knock the armchair over entirely, as he repositioned himself to the spot on the sofa, next to Izzy, that Soule was planning on sitting in. He sat there, tongue hanging out, giving a toothy grin, tilting his head submissively to Izzy.
“Mr Gallop!“ She grinned, beaming. “It’s so good to see you again!” She scratched the targ behind his spikes on the back of his head, being rewarded by a series of happy grunting and squealing sounds. “Did ya miss us? I think you missed us. Awww..” She continued scritching Mr. Gallop behind the ears, rather unsuccessfully trying at the same time to avoid the targ’s tongue as he tried to lick her face. “We missed you too.”
"Please dont throw my pet." Hamlet shook his head at Soule, flipping the chair back up with his foot, before casually sitting down and sipping his tea.
Soule took the next spot on the sofa, put the targ between Izzy and him. "You puttin' the moves on my woman?" He scruffled at the beast's back. "Are you?" Gallop's back arched, and his head wiggled as he eventually shimmied into a comfortable position. "How am I supposed to compete with that?"
"Soooo, what's on yer mind kids?" The Klingon finally asked, deciding that Mr Gallop was distracting them.
Isabelle grinned and clicked her fingers in the direction of the floor, at which Mr. Gallop begrudgingly heaved himself off of the sofa, which gave her the opportunity to move closer to Soule, before the targ cheekily hopped back up on the opposite side and and curled up next to her again, grunting a sigh of contentment. “Well… “ she squeezed Soule’s hand with a smile and leaned against him. “We’re going to have a baby.”
Hamlet coughed on his tea, spluttering for a moment while he regained his composure, before beaming a wide smile at the couple. "This is fantastic news!" He jumped up with excitement. "Ohhh... I wish Cre'el and the kids were here to hear this, they'll be thrilled."
"Congratulations." He looked at the pair of them together, realising now what he could see earlier. "So how has everyone taken it so far?"
"Well..." Soule paused, looking to Izzy. "You're the first person we've told."
"Really?" Hamlet asked, confoundedly.
Isabelle nodded, clearing her throat. “Well, I did tell my parents; I sent them a message right before we went into the Badlands, but then we had the problems with communications, and then the battle, so I haven’t spoken to them directly about it yet. You are the first person that we’ve told in person though. You and Cre’el are going to be an uncle and aunt.” she smiled, taking a sip of her chamomile tea.
"I feel honoured to be so highly regarded." Hamlet smiled.
"Ach. Yer family, ya big softie." Soule came out all Scottish. "Who am I gonna tell first anyway... Djinni? Like fuck."
"Ya coulda told Ilaihr." The two men then shared a deep laugh together, as only two people with a shared experience could. "But ya coulda told Babs, or ya sisters and brother."
"All this Seleyan Sun stuff going on, I'm sure mum's too busy to hear from me right now. Melly is impossible to reach..."
"Vulcans?"
"The Vulcans, probably; you know how they work at the Science Academy." Soule answered, grabbing a sip of his tea, before swiftly continuing. "And ya know... I dont communicate well." He shrugged. "I'll let them know."
"So, any idea what it'll be or is it too early to tell?" He asked them both, before giving Izzy a long hard look. "Y'know what, I'm actually able to say it's too early to tell." He laughed, sitting back in his seat.
Izzy chuckled at Hamlet. “Yes, you're right, it’s too early to tell. We’re only at just under eight weeks along.. "
"Soule, you should send Babs a message anyway, so she can let everyone else know; the twins, Melly, Annie, maybe even Ilaihr. That way you don’t have to contact so many people at once. Oooh and in a few months.. we should send Zigzy a baby shower invitation, just for fun..” she grinned, remembering a few months back when Zig was teasing them about babies on the mission to recover Vitro.
"I will... I just want everything to calm down, with the Maquis and Section 31, a bit." Soule looked towards the Badlands outside the window. "To get the hell away from here."
She nodded and kissed him on the cheek, glancing to the nebula filled with roiling plasma storms and maquis hideouts, and the scene of their most recent troubles. “I understand, Imzadi. I can’t wait to get away from here also. The sooner the better..”
"I can't wait to tell everyone though." A smile broke across his face, before he started to chuckle. "Although Zigzy... might wait until the baby shower to tell him." He squeezed at Izzy's hand, teasingly. "Annie will go ballistic though... in fact I think my ears are already bleeding, can you hear that ringing?"
“Yeah, that sounds like Annie..." Isabelle laughed.
"Any name ideas, for either boy or girl?" Hamlet asked inquisitively, marvelling at how happy the young couple looked together.
“Not quite yet. We’ve only known for a little over two weeks, and of course, the last week has been too chaotic to focus on that. I do have a few ideas though.”
"You do?" Soule's voice went all high pitched for a moment; he had a thousand names in his head, but no idea where to start, nothing feeling right and jumping out at him. He had always wondered why his parents named him Soule, questions he'd never been able to ask; whether it had any meaning to them, was it someone they knew or a place they had been, or was it an indicator of what they wanted him to be?
"I, uh, haven't had a alot of time to think about it." He smiled at Izzy, thankful that her head was correctly screwed on, unlike than his own. "Whattaya thinkin?
"You could name them something... Shakespearean..." Hamlet casually suggested, with all the cadence and overtones and hand-flappery of an expert thespian.
"You've had five chances to do that, old man." Soule replied, looking into Izzy's eyes lovingly. "It cant be Romeo or Julie now atleast." He chuckled.
“Actually, some of the shakespearean names aren’t too bad, as long as they aren’t a mouthful to say..” she chuckled. “But for a girl, I was thinking about Mireille, which I’ve always loved; Zeline, which comes from the name Celine, and Nolwenn, one of my favourites from Bretagne. For a boy, Hmmm.. Matias or Sylvan are two of my favourites. And my great grandfather was named Tristan.
"I like Mireille... it's pretty." Soule pecked Izzy on the cheek affectionately, thinking on the other names. "...And I quite like Sylvan." He didn't however like the name Tristan very much, but found, that he didn't have the heart to tell her that, in case that was the one she really liked. "My great grandad was called Hieronymus..." He laughed idly, reaching for his tea.
"Now that explains alot...." Hamlet smirked. "Ulysses Endeavour."
Soule poked his tongue out at the old Klingon. "There's an old ledger at my... Djinni's house, with the Douglas family tree in it. He was married to a Branwyn..." He sipped his drink, looking pensive. "I'll have to try and get it, next time we're on Earth."
"You could always hire some'un to steal it." Hamlet suggested jokingly.
“Mireille and Sylvan are the ones I like the best also.” She smiled, wondering how they always managed to be on the same wavelength. Tristan was, in fact her least favourite of the names offered so far, so she wasn’t that disappointed that he didn’t mention it. “We’ll put those two at the top of our list. And we still have middle names to think about. Branwyn is pretty...”
She looked over in surprise as Soule mentioned the ledger. “Djinni has the family tree? Do you think she’d let us see it? That is, without violence..” She glanced to Hamlet across the room, giving him a grin. “Or stealing it..”
"She's unlikely to do anything out of the kindness of her heart." Soule sighed. "We know a few people who'd want to steal it, atleast." He smiled along with Izzy.
“Yep, we do..” She chuckled. “You’re right though, she probably wouldn’t let it go willingly. We might have to wait a few years.. I’m not sure I condone a raid on the Cottage, and who knows how she’d retaliate. But anyway. ” She cleared her throat and changed the subject, realising they had gotten a bit off track. “We shouldn’t keep Hamlet too much longer, you two have an investigation to work on.”
"I'll get our top guys on it, when we get the time; might just have to suck it up and do it me-self." Soule chuckled back. "But you're right, we do have stuff to do." He sipped the rest of his tea, looking to Hamlet. "We'll have to have you over for dinner when this is all over, targ 'n' all... give ya a tour of Zorya if you want."
"I'd like that. Maybe no' the tour, but the dinner certainly." Hamlet grinned, swept up in the couple's joy.
"I forgot to say 'You old git', on the end." Soule added.
"Orite, get out ya shite, I've 'ad enough of ya." Hamlet blustered at Soule with a joking glare. "But yer always welcome Isabelle... you need to hit him more with a choice kitchen appliance, to keep 'im in line. Cre'el's fond of throwing plates in my general vicinity, and utilising the effective destructive potential of a particular skillet... that my own mother gave her in fact."
She giggled at Hamlet. “Naah, I don’t need a skillet. All I need to do to keep him in line is pull a bat’leth off of the wall..” she teased Soule. “But it usually doesn’t come to that..”
“But yes, please do come over for dinner, and I’ll make a plate for Mr. Gallop as well.” she said, affectionately scritching the targ behind his head tusks before draining her mug. “Oh, and don’t forget to give Cre’el the news next time you talk to her. ”
"Thats pretty hardcore." He laughed, finding it difficult to imagine the petite doctor bashing Soule over the head with bat'leth, but did enjoy the image.
"Yes, call your wife! She's been worried sick; we've had calls from her, calls from the kids." Soule added.
"As soon as this is all over, lad. Timing has been all off." Hamlet stood up, patting down his uniform. "But until then..." He gestured the couple towards the door.
“Take care of yourself, Hamlet.” Isabelle stood, giving Hamlet an affectionate gallic double peck on the cheeks to say goodbye, and then moved to the door with Soule. “We’ll see you soon..”
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Post by Babs on Jun 18, 2018 17:37:39 GMT
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Post by Einar on Jun 20, 2018 7:31:54 GMT
Nice logs Babs (And Pezz and Chris!) I always enjoy the many adventures of Rousseau
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Post by Babs on Aug 29, 2018 22:46:15 GMT
11808.13 (with Gunther as Captain Foyle)
I just met this one.. Should I tell him so soon? But if I wait, I might lose my chance... Like the last two..
Foyle was the third captain that had commanded the Zorya in less than two months. As soon as she’d been ready to tell Jiang, he’d been killed. She’d hesitated with Ishihara, thinking she would tell her after leave was over. But Ishihara didn’t return.. And now there was yet another new captain. He seemed nice enough, from what she could tell from their brief meeting earlier. He’d actually taken time out to come down to sickbay to give her that award..
Isabelle huffed a breath and pressed the chime to Foyle’s ready room door. Might as well get this over with.
“Come!” came the reply from within, along with the vague clang of something toppling over on a hard surface, and a muffled word that could be interpreted as an underbreath curse.
When the door to the room slid open, it looked surprisingly deserted for a brief moment. Then, from behind the big lump of wooden furniture in the centre a hand popped up, placing the small wooden desk stand back atop, its little bright sky blue flag waving at the brisk movement.
“Uhh.. Captain Foyle?” Isabelle called out tentatively, holding back a bemused giggle at the appearance of the hand and flag. She peered curiously over the edge of his desk as she approached, waiting for the rest of him to appear..
“Just a second!” chimed from beyond, accompanied by the shuffling sounds of a box being slid away. Then Duncan’s head popped up and flashed a smile at the Doctor, before the Captain rose, left hand holding his Kobayashi Maru mug, which he set down next to the miniature flagpole. Having nodded a satisfactory nod at the items’ placement, he gestured for Isabelle to have a seat. “Please, have a seat. Can I get you something from the replicator?”
“Oh, uh.. Sure. Ginger tea please..” She relaxed a bit, sitting on the cushioned chair across from the desk, glancing around the ready room as she did so, noting a few scientific awards, a purple heart, and various commendations, standard Captain stuff really. Otherwise, it was sparsely decorated save for the few things on the desk, some holographic photos, and the standard Starfleet Plant(™) in the corner next to the standard Captain’s Fish(™) floating inside of a globular tank built into the wall, which had no doubt been ‘owned’ by several captains including the last three.
Moments later, a hot cup of steamy tea stood before her, this latest Captain sat across, blowing away some steam from his own, now cocoa-filled, mug.
“Welcome,” Foyle said as he indicated the room with his free hand, indicating the very standard ready room interior. “What can I do for you, doctor? Or is this the dreaded ‘get your med eval’ speech all new Captains must face…”, he spoke with a slight smirk before blowing some more heat away from his beverage.
“Thank you,” she nodded, taking the tea in her hand. “Well, now that you mention it, I do still need a copy of your medical evaluation. But that’s not actually why I’m here… and anyway, you’ve got another week to turn that in.” She wrapped her fingers around her mug and took a sip before continuing.
“I’ve got something to talk with you about that I probably should mention sooner rather than later.. Especially since I didn’t get to speak to Jiang or Ishihara about it.” She took another sip, to quell both her nerves and her stomach. “I’m pregnant. Fourteen weeks as of yesterday.”
Himself halfway into a sip of his cocoa, Duncan paused, arched his eyebrows and smiled while putting down his mug, neatly next to the little flag of course. “That’s wonderful!” He leaned back into his comfortable seat, slightly wondering why he was chosen as a recipient of such personal news, oh… right. Captain now. He blinked a few times to avoid settling into a stare. “Fourteen, eh. That’s, ah…” Looking up, slightly above horizontal, trying to calculate but failing at it, “About… half a year to go? Right?”
Well.. He wasn’t upset about it or anything..seemingly far from it. That was good.. She smiled, taking another sip, and nodded. “Yes. The official terran calendar date would be August thirteenth, give or take a week. It should be in my medical report by now, but I also wanted to tell you in person to make sure you were aware.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you, doctor.” Another sip of his hot-but-not-scaldingly-so cocoa. One of Duncan’s first actions once alone in here was to upload all of his personal replicator preferences like beverage temperatures, a family stew recipe and the exact measure of bite required for al-dente pasta. “Girl? Boy? Other? Or will that be a secret…” he said with a small smile. He’d never consider himself a potential parent, but had gotten along with the toddlers at the Starfleet Academy Day Care unit well enough.
She chuckled. “Oh, actually we don’t know yet. It usually doesn’t become obvious until around the fifth month. Soule wants it to to be a surprise though, so I’m afraid it will have to be a secret..” she added. “We have a name picked out of each type, so we’ll be prepared.”
She gazed into her tea for a moment, still having more on her mind. The looming ceremony at Freehaven had brought back alot of old memories, and a pensive look crossed her face. “Captain, permission to speak candidly, sir?”
“Of course, doctor.” His brows arched up just a little, curious, while he set down his cocoa.
“It’s just..’ She huffed a breath, trying to put her thoughts into words as best she could. “As you know, we’ve had some dangerous missions in the past. And I’ve gone through a couple of wars in my career.. and this is only my fifth year. I’m not going to lie and say I’m not scared of things going wrong. But despite that.. because I’ve been through all of that, I know I can handle my duties when things get tough. And I intend to take care of the crew the best way I can in the next few months.”
A smile formed on Foyle’s face, then he looked down at his cup, picked it up and leaned back in his chair. After a sip he looked up at the doctor, still smiling.
“Well, I can’t think of anyone better placed to make that assertion than the ship’s Doctor, whom I’ve been told is very capable and trustworthy.” He winked and took another sip of cocoa, which had cooled quite a bit faster that he had hoped it would. Not much of a mug then, apparently. He put it down and made mental note to recycle its contents and use it just as another ornament. “I do want you to know you have the liberty to make any adjustments to schedule and workload if necessary in time, commander.”
“Thank you sir, I appreciate your support.” Isabelle gave Foyle a warm smile in return, feeling another niggling little worry give way. “It’s good to know that I’ll have some leeway with my schedule when I need it. And I have a colleague or two in mind to act as temporary CMO, when it’s time. For now though.. I should get back to work.” She drained her mug and set it on the desk, standing up. “And thanks for the chat, Captain. It’s been a pleasure.” She extended her hand.
Inhaling a quick breath, Duncan rose to stand. Leaning slightly forward, he smiled once again and shook Rousseau’s hand. A rather firm grip, not to anyone’s liking, or so he’d heard once or twice.
“The pleasure is mine, Doctor. Such happy news has been rather scarce as of late.”
“I’m glad to share it with you, sir. Soule and I are both excited about becoming parents.” She smiled, returning the handshake; wiggling her fingers as he let go. Maybe he’d learn to loosen that grip over time.. “I’ll see you on the bridge.”
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Post by Einar on Aug 30, 2018 11:21:27 GMT
that was a great log! I have a feeling those two will get along great
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Post by aoibheni on Aug 31, 2018 16:28:41 GMT
Aw, you guys, I loved that! From the references to past captains, to seeing how Foyle treats his crew, I think this came out great. Well worth the wait.
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Post by Babs on Sept 24, 2018 16:13:03 GMT
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Post by Babs on Oct 27, 2018 8:39:27 GMT
11810.15 (joint log with Connor as Commander Gutey)
A white background hosted a disoriented Geoffrey. Voices could be heard in the background. He could decipher some of them.
“That’s what they all say, Commander... “
“Who am I?”
“There’s a very important mission ahead of you... “
“I hereby confer you the Starfleet... “
A shout suddenly overlapped what was distinguishable from the voices. Gutey clutched his ears and ducked, struggling to keep his balance.
The background faded, transporting the Martian back into reality.
“Keep monitoring him, Eleanor, he’s starting to come out of it.” Isabelle pressed some buttons on the biobed console, increasing Gutey’s dosage of meds by a few percentage points.
“Commander Gutey? How are you feeling?”
The doctor’s voice felt distant and muffled, as Geoffrey came back from his senses. He tried to answer, but the first words that came out of his mouth were just mumbles. He cleared his throat and tried again, slowly regaining the use of his limbs.
“Like someone with a functioning hand again. How long was I out?”
“About an hour. The surgery went well. We were able to save your hand, that’s the good news. But because of the extent of the damage, it may be some time before you get the full range of function back.”
Gutey sighed, not looking forward to spend time away from engineering, especially in the middle of a mission. Granted, it was a diplomatic one, but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to put his hands on the two shuttles. Perhaps avoiding to do that literally, this time.
“How long are we talking about here, Doctor? I need to get back to work.”
She had to resist a sigh of her own. What was it about patients thinking they could just jump up after surgery and have everything go back to normal right away?
“Commander, we’ve had to do some major tissue reconstruction and nerve regeneration. You’re not going to get the full range of motion and nerve sensitivity back immediately. And even with occupational therapy, it will probably take a few weeks. Having said that, you could go back to work in a day or two, but you won’t have full use of your hand yet.”
Geoffrey remained silent this time. There was apparently nothing he could do, except embrace the moment and get some rest. He stopped staring at the ceiling for the first time and turned to face Rousseau.
“Understood… and thank you for your work, Doctor. By the way…“ he continued, speaking slowly as the sedatives wore off, “before this… incident… I wanted to talk to you about someone…“
Her eyebrows went up in surprise. “Oh, alright. Sure, who’s that?”
“Lieutenant Emeric. I understand she has some psychological issues, and I’m concerned she might not be able to handle them during critical situations. “
“Hm.. ok. " She had to think about Emeric's medical history. She had reviewed it when the Lieutenant came on board, but it had been some time since then. She did remember something about Inala having been treated for psychological issues in the past, but as far as she knew, it was under control. "Do you have any examples that would support your assessment? I can't recommend someone for mandatory psych treatment without proof that they are a danger to themselves or others, or otherwise mentally unfit for their duties.”
“Look, Doctor,” Gutey started while motioning to keep his torso upright, “I’m not saying she is a danger now. But she might be. Inala is always jumpy and anxious, especially during tense situations. Recently she even told me herself that she’s prone to this behaviour.”
The Commander stopped for a second to check his left foot. He felt a curious tingling sensation for a second. Then he continued: “You’re the Chief Medical Officer, and I would never dare to tell you what to do. All I’m asking is that you talk to her and keep an eye on her. I can’t afford to have people mentally breaking down when it matters the most,” he emphasized.
“Alright,” she conceded, though she was hoping for more concrete information than that.
“I can keep an eye on her, maybe even pull her aside for a chat when things slow down a bit. Although, I will say that she did manage to react well under pressure when you were trapped. She was the one who called for help, and she also came up with an unconventional way to free you from that forcefield, bumping the shuttle into it to short circuit that forcefield. That doesn’t sound like someone who’s going to melt down in the middle of a crisis.”
Geoffrey took a deep breath.
“I don’t know, Doctor. Perhaps her nervous responses are triggered by specific scenarios. As I said...I think you should talk to her. She might feel less intimidated by you.” Gutey looked around for a second before changing the subject. “In the meantime... am I free to go, Doctor? I think I’m needed in engineering,” he said deliberately ignoring her previous recommendations.
Seriously, what was it about these patients...? She shook her head at Gutey. “Sorry, not yet. We still need to run a few tests on the nerve responses in your hand, so I can let you go in about half an hour. You may also experience some nausea and fatigue until the anesthesia wears off completely, so I wouldn’t recommend doing much other than resting for the next few hours. Give yourself a proper chance to recover.”
“You can go back to work tomorrow. Light duty.” She added firmly. “And I'd like to see you for your first physical therapy appointment in the next couple of days as well.”
Gutey listened carefully, then arched his brow in reaction. “Anything else I can do for you, Doctor?” he added sarcastically, with a grin that resembled a smile.
“Nope.” She replied cheerfully, standing up to leave. “Nurse Dedoja will take care of the nerve testing, and will release you. I have to go back to the bridge. I’ll see you in a couple of days.”
“Good day, Doctor,” he replied simply, resigned to the period of...captivity he had to endure in sickbay. The engineer watched Rousseau gently leave the room, then he lied back on his biobed holding his hands, watching the ordinary ceiling, already counting down the hours until he got back to work.
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Post by Einar on Oct 27, 2018 11:39:57 GMT
guys, that was great!
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Post by aoibheni on Nov 2, 2018 11:08:09 GMT
Workaholic, the lot of you! Very nicely done, you two.
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