Posted by Commander Heather Grace (Executive Officer/Chief Science Officer) in main sim - Sickbay and Alien Goo

Posted by Captain Marceau Renault (Commanding Officer) in main sim - Sickbay and Alien Goo

Posted by Commander Heather Grace (Executive Officer/Chief Science Officer) in main sim - Sickbay and Alien Goo
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Helena made her way with a stony expression toward sickbay. She swore Grey was going to lock her up or something. This stuff was nasty and smelled and clung in places like it was holding on to dear life. She swore if that lizard thing dropped eggs all over her, once she was cleaned and cleared and not at risk of one shooting out of her stomach like something from that old sci-fi flick…Alien?…she was resigning from Star Fleet. She was done. No more alien diseases, infestations, or attacks. She shivered at the thought. She walked through the doors and looked around. “Hey Doc…where do you want us before this stuff starts dripping everywhere?” She jerked her thumb to the other bridge officers who’d gotten hit by the goo that were filling in behind her.

Laursen, pilot

“And where do you want this?” Heather asked holding up the net with the creatures remains. “It’s what is left of the creature. Sadly someone put a hole through it, but hopefully you can get some information on it, at least enough to keep these off the ship in the future. I’m hoping your imaging scanners will be able to get more information then I could get in the science labs.

Cmdr. Grace - XO/CSO

Helena knew the comment was directed at her. She wasn’t going to apologize for one following the captain’s orders. She also wasn’t going to feel bad over killing something that was making huge strides to get free and keep attacking them.

Marceau followed the two of them into Sickbay. “‘Sadly’? It was murdering the crew! Look at Ensign Conlon.” He said to Grey, shaking his head. The stuff was stinky and all he wanted was it off of him, but that would come soon.

~ Capt Renault

Heather turned around and looked at the Captain was he walked in. “And it had already been captured at the point it was shot. Now we won’t be able to figure out why it was motivated to attack the crew. Can you say for certain Captain that we didn’t start this? Perhaps we killed a member of its crew first. Or do you intend to shoot first and ask questions later every time we meet an alien species out here, sir?”

She was tired, hungry, sore, desperately needed a shower, but above all frustrated. Protecting ship and crew were important, but she had figured that a former doctor wouldn’t be so quick to shoot first and ask questions later like a common security officer. Especially a creature that was captured and no longer an immediate threat.

Cmdr. Grace - XO/CSO

Medical gave them a pretty good reason why it was attacking them. Driven by instinct to feed, grow, and then lay eggs. Apparently it didn’t need two to procreate either. It would feed and kill until it laid its eggs and then die. Maybe Grace didn’t hear that report from medical?

“Protecting my crew is my number one priority, Commander.” Marceau replied sharply, shooting Grace a look. “Whether we started this or not,” and Marceau didn’t believe they had. No, he was certain the bugs were no different than wild animals. “I will not stand by while they injure and kill my officers. I did not ‘shoot first’. They did. They just had claws instead of guns. And you had it in a net, but it was tearing its way out already. It could’ve hurt someone else. You.” He glanced at Helena, the other bridge officers in need of de-gooping, the Sickbay staff present, then back to Grace, “I’d like a word in private once we’re cleaned up.”

~ Capt Renault

Did Grace really just challenge the captain in front of almost the entire bridge crew and medical department? Yes she was second in command, but in front of everyone? Renault was mad. She’d heard that tone before and it never ever ended well for the other person. Don’t look, don’t look, DO NOT look at them Helena, she chanted to herself.

Heather met Marceau’s stare without blinking. “Noted. Captain.”

She was not backing down, but she knew enough that no was not the time to push it. Besides arguing here in sickbay wouldn’t accomplish anything except delay getting them cleaned up.

Cmdr. Grace - XO/CSO

Helena kept up her mantra. She had to work to not laugh, this wasn’t funny, but she had to irrelevant thought that she needed popcorn and a soda to watch the show. Don’t look, Don’t look, Don’t look. Just wait your turn.

Laursen, pilot