USS Manhattan
Post Sim - Engineering
Posted by Ensign Kaia (Engineering Officer) in Post Sim - Engineering
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Maxwell Wynter (Chief Engineer / 2nd Officer) in Post Sim - Engineering
Posted by Ensign Kaia (Engineering Officer) in Post Sim - Engineering
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A few days after the trip to Graven, the Engineering section was bustling as usual, engineers running around doing their jobs.NE Radcliffe knocked on the doorway into the CE’s Office, poking his head in. “Hey, Commander, Ensign Kaia’s shift started ‘bout an hour ago, but she hasn’t showed up. No one’s seen her.”
- Engineer NE
“What?” Max asked, half listening as he looked over a schematic he was reading. Half a second later he registered what Radcliffe had said and looked around quickly.
“Have you tried calling her?” Max asked the man and raised an eyebrow in thought. “Hmmph,” was the only noise Max made in acknowledgement as he tapped his comm badge.
=/\= Ensign Kaia this is Max, where are you? You are late for your shift. =/\=
Lt Cmdr Wynter, CE
There was no response from the comms.
- Kaia
OOC: sorry it’s so short
OOC: Haha, it’s fine, it’s what I expected but had to try :P
IC: Max waited for a few more moments and when no response came, tried a different tactic.
=/\= Computer, locate Ensign Kaia =/\=
Lt Cmdr Wynter
There was a moment’s pause, then the computer beeped. =^=Ensign Kaia is in her quarters=^=
- Kaia
“Pffffttt,” Max blew out a raspberry as he thought, wiping his hand over his jaw. “Carry on here,” he told Radcliffe, “I’ll go and check on her.”
Leaving Main Engineering it took only a few minutes to traverse the distance to her Quarters via turbo lift and corridor, coming to a stop outside, he pressed the chime.
Lt Cmdr Wynter, CE
There wasn’t an answer at first. Then, after several long moments, the door slid open. Kaia wasn’t immediately visible, meaning she was probably in the bathroom ensuite.
Stepping inside the room, Max looked around. It was the first time he had been in her quarters and he realized that he had vaguely wondered if the furniture and such was, all smaller, to match her size. “Kaia!” He called out, waiting for an answer. “It’s Max, are you here?”
Only a few moments after Max entered, the small Engineer emerged from the bathroom. Looking rather ill. She’d be green if she were human. It was hard to tell, but her hair had lost it’s natural shine and was duller than usual, along with her posture being exhausted and her eyes seeming dazed. “Chief…?”
- Kaia
“Ensign,” Max replied and looked at her with a little concern. “You know we Humans call this a hangover,” he said with a smile. He had no idea what was wrong but she didn’t look ok, and he was trying at least to put her at ease. She was a diligent Officer, so something must have been wrong. “You missed your shift and nobody heard from you, what’s wrong?”
Lt Cmdr Wynter, CE
“Didn’t drink any alcohol,” Kaia muttered, holding her stomach and sitting against the wall. She looked like she was just about ready to lose her lunch. “I… Tried to comm but…” She covered her mouth and grimaced, beginning to shiver slightly. “I… don’t feel good, Chief…”
- Ensign Kaia, Eng.
“Alrighty,” Max said and looked around for the nearest bowl of some sort. Dish, plant pot, trash can, anything. “Are you.....” he let that question trail of, morning sickness he was sure was a mainly human thing.
“We should get you to sickbay, do you think you can walk?”
Lt Cmdr Wynter
Kaia didn’t catch the reference, but if she had she would have commented something about it being impossible, she didn’t even have the parts for that.
“Maybe?” Kaia looked around, then grabbed a small bucket that looked like it had contained ice cream at some point in the past - probably several weeks or months ago - and was now serving as a container for fish-bowl decorations. She dumped it out, then retched over the rim. Nothing came out.
- Kaia
He waited for her to stop dry heaving, and knelt down beside her. “Have you eaten anything non-replicated in the last couple of days?” He asked her, and looked to see if there was a dressing gown or similar that he could put over her shoulders as they walked to sickbay. “Taken any medication?” At least if she was dry heaving, it reduced the risk of spontaneous uniform splatter.
Lt Cmdr Wynter