Posted by Lieutenant Kalika Darz (Security Officer) in Main Sim [Sickbay]: The Price of Existence

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sharah Fayth (Medical Officer) in Main Sim [Sickbay]: The Price of Existence

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Main Sim [Sickbay]: The Price of Existence
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—[SNIP]—

Sharah tried not to flinch. The Cmdr was very focused though and she could appreciate that. She smiled wanly. She did not feel like a kid at the moment, but a very very old and weary man who didn’t know how much longer he could hold on. She turned her left hand over, spreading her fingers and flexing them, where the remnant had passed to her. Her voice was really quiet and she was squinting against the lights. “It’s not hurting me, it’s barely there. Their telepathy…the method…is different than Betazoids, but the remnant is not aggressive.” She turned head towards where she thought Jones, eyes still closed, was pausing for long moments just to breathe, “But my head is throbbing, and my vision is tunneled. It was a lot of input really fast. I’m getting a headache.” Something occurred to her suddenly as the details began to sort themselves more clearly in her head. She reached up and tapped Sigmundsson’s hand on her shoulder, “Cmdr Kohr…that might be why he woke up so angry at Hab’rabi. It…it was a wraith.” She fumbled for her tricorder, and squinted at it in the bright room, pulling up the scan and shoving it at Sigmundsson. Migraines were no joke. “I scanned it. Two of them came out of him. The first was a wraith, the other was a remnant. The wraith must have weakened the remnant some how and got away. It…It’s hatred must have transferred to Cmdr Kohr. Maybe on purpose?” She put her head back against whatever was behind her and breathed. So much information, and so much unexpressed grief and impotent rage and fear…

Fayth, med

Peter read the scan results, his stony expression rigid, showing no reaction. “Perhaps. Could the emotion stay with the Commander even after the creature left his system?” He asked, tone turning cold.

Sharah thought about it for a moment, eyes closed seriously considering what she knew about psyonic empathy. “The short answer is Yes. Empathic touch creates sympathetic feeling between two beings. Without proper training a person can become almost enthralled by it until they can process the emotion and recognize the source. I do not know what type of training, if any, the Cmdr has had. It is also possible the feelings are his own, influenced by what the wraith told him. They are there in my mind. The first remnant I came into contact with gave me her memories, if she did the same with Cmdr Kohr I can’t see how he would see Hab’rabi as a threat. I don’t know what type of experience the Cmdr had, I haven’t spoken with him.” Fayth wished she could be more help, but she didn’t have any scans of the Cmdr nor had she spoken to him after he roused. She only knew it was possible.

Fayth, med

Nurse Hofmann and her team silently tended to Hab’rabi and the biological mess they’d all created, clucking disapprovingly like an old hen but otherwise keeping her own counsel. She worked quickly, quietly, and efficiently around the gathered officers until the floor was sterile and the alien lord was resting comfortably. It had taken the nurse a few moments to figure out the unusual clasps to his chestplate and greaves, but eventually she had him stripped down to the strange, almost ceremonial, wrapping around his hips and thighs.

In repose, Hab’rabi could have been cast from a strange sort of stone. His ashen skin was without blemish, chiseled and well cared for. Whether by genetic design or curious affectation, the alien did not have a single hair on his body. His facial features were broad and flat, but somehow unremarkable. Soft pools of light swam beneath his flesh like moonlight on glass, clouded vein or bone showing briefly in the eerie pulses before fading. Hofmann scanned him from tip to toe before covering him with a modest sheet for warmth, though there was no indication it affected Hab’rabi in the slightest.

“Poor fool’s exhausted himself,” she murmured, administering a hypospray to the base of his neck. “That should help take the edge off. He’ll come ‘round soon enough, just be patient. At least he’s stable.”
—Jas—

Kalika had finished making sure sensitive areas had competent security officers both inside and out. Before settling it the Security Chief, she took a short detour to medical.

“Lieutenant.” The NE stood in attention and let her in. He almost slipped during the warp but fortunately, no one noticed.

Stepping inside, searching eyes looked around the room and she frowned. A hand reached out to gently stop a passing nurse as she let the door close behind her. “Where is Ensign Sacco. It’s imperative I speak with him.”

After being directed, the security officer stepped up beside the man’s bed. Seeing him laying there made her don’t he had ever shot a weapon in his life. She knew him well enough to know he wasn’t a phaser fanatic. He didn’t just shoot people for random reasons. The question was… Why did he shoot the alien?

She glanced at his vitals and then turned to try and flag down a staff member of sufficient rank to let her know if he could be wakened for questioning.

Nurse Hofmann chose that fortuitous moment to check on Ensign Sacco herself. Initially, she moved around Darz and Little as if they were more furniture in the room, making notes on her PaDD and performing cursory scans with a tricorder. Only once she was done did she turn to the security officers.

“He was brought in quite upset,” she explained as she prepared a hypospray. “I’ll rouse him so that you can talk to him, but I ask you to be brief. Both his mind and body were subject to an unusual amount of bioelectric stress and he needs time to recover. I will be monitoring his condition while he’s conscious, but I’ll give you some privacy.”

The nurse pressed the hypospray to Ensign Sacco’s neck gently, watched his vitals for a moment before nodding and moving on with her rounds. It took a moment before Sacco’s eyes fluttered open and he looked around. He gave an uncoordinated blink, then squinted at Kalika like a man struggling to focus.

“Wh-where…” Sacco tried to prop himself up on his elbows, but they wouldn’t hold him. “Oh, my head. What’s going on?”
—Jas—

Peter excused himself from his conversation with Fayth and moved to join Darz and watched the conversation quietly as he mulled over his thoughts. He needed more information, after this, it was time to return to the bridge, link up with Forgrave again and combine their intelligence.

CIO

Kalika frowned and set a gentle hand on Sacco to let him lie back down. “Well, you are in medical. As to the why? I would say it was because someone shot you after you shot our alien guest.” She shook her head and sighed. “What do you remember? Do you recall WHY you shot him?” She didn’t hold her breath that he would have a satisfactory answer, but she did hope he at least remembered something.

Kalika
Security

Mike walked into sickbay from the Medlab and saw the group. Frowning he went over and without saying anything as he listened to them talk, he checked the patients’ vitals which would match a person which had been shot.

Seeing the security officer speaking to Sacco Mike said, He likely won’t be at one hundred percent for about thirty minutes. His system will have to reboot after the shock. And any answers you may get may not contain as much information as you’d like. It all depends on how long ago he was shot.”

Ensign Mike Jones Med .