Posted by Civilian Sisnil Zoi (Intelligence Consultant) in Side sim: New Talents, Old Problems

Posted by Ensign Dradvia (Medical Officer) in Side sim: New Talents, Old Problems

Posted by Civilian Sisnil Zoi (Intelligence Consultant) in Side sim: New Talents, Old Problems
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For not the first time, David Morris was having a very long day owing to a certain Lt. Stevens from Engineering. David did maintain an open-door policy on his ready room most of the time - one of the ways he differed from his predecessors in command - but it was nonetheless jarring when the man had barged in the door waving a PADD and demanding an immediate audience, claiming once again that Sisnil was a danger to everyone on board and was sabotaging the ship. If David’s count was right, this was no less than the 7th such complaint. This one was new though - this time he brought what he claimed as evidence, and added Ensign Dradvia to his list of saboteurs. That was ridiculous. Regardless of the nature of her relationship with Sisnil - which David had no reason to worry about - he’d met the doctor and read her file. She was less likely to sabotage the Wolverine than he was. Stevens claimed that her lifesaving actions to save Sisnil was obviously clear evidence of “aiding a felon in conspiracy to commit further felonies.” Those transport logs were classified. Not only was the premise ridiculous, but this was evidence Stevens had been digging where he had no need to be simply because he disliked Sisnil. It had taken David 10 minutes to talk the engineer down and out the door with promises to review it - although, what he’d actually be reviewing was mostly Lt. Stevens himself and only a very cursory check to make sure nothing bounced as clearly a problem with Sisnil’s conduct. Which he expected it wouldn’t.

As he sat back with the fourth cup of coffee he’d replicated in as many 5-minute spans, the chime to the ready room door went off again.

Commander David Morris
Commanding Officer

Did they have to walk through the ship, to the bridge, and to Morris’ ready room? Dee just wanted to go back to her room and stay there. Sisnil insisted. And if she didn’t go with him, she would still have to go anyway.

She didn’t have to be telepathic to see the looks or hear the whispers. When they reached the ready room door she pressed the chime, trying to stave off more whispers and looks. She tried not look like she was as stressed as she was.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

Sisnil walked with her, arm around her. He ignored the whispers and looks outright. He led her to the ready room and then stood with her as she pressed the chime.

~ Zoi

“Enter,” David called, doing his best to mask the exhaustion in his voice. He was almost the usual upbeat CO as he glanced up. “Sisnil, Ensign Dradvia! I was going to come down to talk with you later, but I suppose now works. How can I help?”

Commander David Morris
Commanding Officer

Dradvia stepped just inside the door and stopped. Why was he coming to see her? Panic swirled. She didn’t want to do this.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

Sisnil took her hand and squeezed it for reassurance. “I take it Stevens has already been here.”

~ Zoi

“Yes, I just convinced him to leave. Is that why you two are up here?” David asked, indicating the empty chairs on the other side of his desk for them. “Any refreshments?”

Commander David Morris
Commanding Officer

She knew Sisnil was going to insist she tell Morris, but now that she was here, she was even more convinced she shouldn’t be. She tugged her sleeves down the cuff brushed her palms. She eyed the chairs like they might be torture devices. She shook her head, “No thank you, Sir.”

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

“No,” Sisnil said. He took Dee’s arm gently and pulled her sleeve up, showing the bruise. “Stevens threatened her. Grabbed her. I- I should let her tell you.”

~ Zoi

Dradvia tried to tug her sleeve from his fingers, but then sighed giving up on hiding them. They were dark black and blue, clearly in the shape of fingers wrapped around her wrist. There was some swelling as well.

Dradvia took a single step away from Sisnil. Not because she wanted to, but because she didn’t want Morris to think Sisnil was coercing her. She stared past Morris’ elbow. “I was going to engineering for an emergency call. Stev… Lt. Stevens stopped me in the corridor. He asked if,” she didn’t want to do this, “if I was going to save ‘the pirate’ again. I told him to get out if my way and he grabbed me.” She rubbed her hand over the bruises gently. Then she hugged herself, wincing slightly as her hands bumped the hidden bruises on her arms.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

David was immediately on his feet, grabbing one of his numerous PADDs to take notes for his report. It was nearly instantly hidden, but Sisnil caught a flash of rage across his emotions for just a second. “Before I get into dealing with the incident itself, how are you doing? That was absolutely unacceptable behavior - do you need to talk to anyone, be that me, Dr. Tessan, or someone else - or need any leave?” He turned back to his desk for a moment, grabbing a tricorder to document the bruising.

“No!” The word burst out of her quietly but vehemently. No, no favors, no special treatment. Dradvia took a breath. “No Sir. I don’t need any of that.”

“Once I have these recorded, let’s get them healed. You shouldn’t have to suffer any further from this incident.” His tone was all counselor now - almost more of an older sibling or friend than the typical picture of a Starfleet captain and her boss.

Commander David Morris
Commanding Officer

Dradvia took two quick wary steps back, bumping into Sisnil, as Morris came towards her. His chamge in tone made her wary. Heal them so no one would ever know they happened except her? Or actually heal them? “That’s alright. I didn’t even notice it.” That was more a testament to Dradvia’s past than a comment on the severity of the injuries.

Morris’ tricorder would show bruising and tendon strain in the wrist caused by a struggle, and more bruising on both her upper arms. Her heart rate, BP, and Adrenaline were spiked as well.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

Sisnil put an arm around her gently. “It’s okay, Dee. Let him treat you. Please.”

~ Zoi

She could do it herself. She should have before they came to see Morris. She leaned against Sisnil’s arm. She was fine, everything was fine. “Of course.”

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

David recorded detailed scans with a backup and pushed them to an encrypted folder on the main computer. “There. That’s recorded now as evidence for any further action that we take. You both should have access, as well as myself, but nobody else.” He set down the tricorder, walking back around his desk to grab the first aid kit that lived there and pull out the vascular regenerator. “Let’s deal with the bruising first.”

Commander David Morris
Commanding Officer

Sisnil squeezed her gently then stepped out of the way.

~ Zoi

Morris wasn’t especially tall, but he was taller than her. Dradvia was a doctor, but she had a hard time trusting anyone who wanted to use a medical device on her. Especially men. She stood absolutely still, wrist held out, as Morris approached her.

Sisnil had promised he’d stay with her, and when he stepped away she felt abandoned. She hid it, staying still and apparently calm. Inside, however, she was extremely uncomfortable and afraid letting Morris be that close to her. Letting him though, meant she didn’t have to go to Tessan.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

David caught a couple signs of her discomfort and noted it in case it became relevant later as he ran the device over her bruises - wrist and one arm. As it vanished from her left shoulder, he had a sudden though and handed it to Sisnil. “Have you ever learned how to use one of these?”

Commander David Morris
Commanding Officer

Sisnil shook his head. “No, we don’t even have these. My ship has what Starfleet used probably fifty years ago. Or longer.” He said.

~ Zoi

“These ones aren’t too difficult - we cover it in a 3rd-class cadet course.” David briefly outlined how to use it for Sisnil. “See how you do. Since you two are together more than I see either of you, this way you can take care of any bruising that we didn’t notice.”

Commander David Morris
Commanding Officer

Sisnil was an astute listener and quick learner. “Thanks.” He said, looking at Dee. She’d be a lot more comfortable this way.

~ Zoi

Dradvia nodded encouragingly. One was in the kit she’d given to Sisnil for his crew. It was a simple device compared to most things. It simply had to be turned on and held steady until it was done. The bruising on her upper arms wasn’t bad at all. Her wrist though, was bad. Not only did the device tell Sisnil that, but his eyes could tell as well. Morris could see that the tendon damage would need more attention than the rest.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

It really was easy, Sisnil found, as he focused it on one of her remaining bruises. His touch was so gentle, it was a wonder he hadn’t been a doctor himself.

~ Zoi

Dradvia assumed that was because of his empathy. He and Noril had only had each other for a long time. When he was done she flexed her wrist slowly. It was fine now, but it would be sore for a bit. “Thank you.” She took a breath, “He should train as a medic, Commander if Dr. Tessan would approve it,” she hurried to add. “He picked that up quickly.” They could always use more medics in an emergency. It was also a skill that would serve Sisnil well with his crew. It would also give him something to do than sit and twiddle his thumbs until Morris had use for him.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer