Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sathut (Counselor) in Main Sim - Cargo Bay

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Collin Harding (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim - Cargo Bay

Posted by Gamemaster Matrix (GMT) in Main Sim - Cargo Bay
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“To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.”

-Friedrich Nietzche

(OOC: Feel free to insert any security measures or precautions you may want.)

40 Romulans beamed into cargo bay 1. Disheveled, disheartened, and clearly lost in their new surroundings. They clutched their few belongings close. Captain Reval walked among them saying “Eiheu, eiheu. Arh’anhelae khelhæs.” (Be calm, be calm. This is a safe place.)

-Matrix

Sathut arrived near the forefront of those who went to the cargo bay. He watched from outside for a little while, tilting his head as the Captain spoke. Strange that the UT didn’t automatically translate his words.

The cat-like alien stepped into the Cargo Bay. One thing that was set up in the room by his request to the captain was seating for the refugees. Folding chairs weren’t exactly the best of seats, but they were better than the floor.

Sathut, CNS

Reval looked up from the refugees and saw Sathut. He smiled and walked over. “Jolan’tru. I saw you looked curious earlier. I requested your computer not translate Rihanssu. Romulan. Even I have some hard to break habits, the children, the elders, they don’t all speak Federation basic. None of them well. Apologies in advance if communication takes extra time. Ah… Vah-udt? Who are you, what is your position?”

-Matrix

As the Romulan Captain struck up a conversation with the ship’s Counselor, Harding and his team arrived. The first thing he noticed was the lack of panicked wails. That was a good sign. If people were seriously injured either they, or their loved ones, made a lot of noise. Harding nodded to the medical staff that had accompanied him and they fanned out toward the Olympic’s newest guests. Harding moved toward Sathut and the person he assumed was in charge.

“I’m Dr. Harding, the Olympic’s Chief Medical Officer. If any of your people are in need of serious medical attention, I’d appreciate it if you directed me their way.”

Harding, CMO

“I am called Sathut,” the feline alien spoke with a purr to his voice. He was about four feet tall, and looked almost like a housecat had stood on two legs, except that his legs were adapted to standing upright. “I am the counselor aboard this vessel. I would ask, why refuse the Universal Translator? You can see the barriers it creates between your people and our own - those that need help may need to go through a mediator to connect to those which can help them.”

He had a strange calming presence for most beings. His purr-like voice caused calmness and relaxedness much like how the purr of a tribble causes a peaceful feeling.

Sathut, CNS

“In a strange place such as this, it is more comforting to them to hear their own native language, unfiltered. It can be reactivated, but I needed time to show them that their way of life is not in danger. That’s all they fear.” He stared off into the distance “Compared to what we feared before, that is a small matter. I was teaching Federation basic on the way. The same way you can learn Romulan, we can learn your language. Most speak it on some level. It’s just the children and the elders we really need be concerned about.” He indicated the way for Sathut and Harding.

The first person he took the CMO and CNS to was a young woman. She seemed too scared to speak. The back of her shirt was dyed green by sickly means. “Aelana. She was beaten most often of all of us. Down the way,” he waved one hand “her twin sister Rhaelara, pregnant with a child who is, as far as we are concerned, fatherless. Behind us, the children. In various states. With them is Lena Khev, their teacher and a capable translator. The rest are in varying states, from beaten and tired to just tired. Where would you like to start?

-Matrix