Posted by Elias “Eli” Trenor (Medic) in Desperate Times

Posted by Noril Zoi (Captain) in Desperate Times

Posted by Vashkilu (Infiltrator) in Desperate Times
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Dense smoked filled the Dead Grifters bar, a small dive on Nimbus three. Smoke and conversation circled the air in a mist surrounded by dim lights and shady characters making deals in the dark corners of the room.

Sitting at the bar a large heap of a man, in a brown hide jacket sat stirring a drink. He stared of in the distance as if looking into oblivion itself. Thoughts of his dead family and anger at the federation for it swelled internally within him a storm that could only be stopped by alcohol and killing. No one sat next to the man on either side of him, despite the how busy the bar was. It was clear that this was the man that had been referred to them.
A moment later a human man walked up to him and leaded at the bar, he looked angry and pushed Eli’s shoulder. “You took my quarry Eli, I want the bounty” he said placing his hand on Eli’s shoulder

Eli’s eyes widened a little, Eli stood, his Six-foot four frame towered over the man. “We can com o an arrangement, Jana’s no need to get all” his speech broke as his hand reached the man’s neck. In a moment the mans head found the bar several times and fell limp on the floor.
Eli slid some lattinum across the bar, “Sorry” he noted in a heavy slur. Two bouncers were already dragging the man out.

Eli sat back down and downed his drink and tapped it upside down indicating he wanted another. It came quickly.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Hawk was sitting by a window watching. Yeah that had to be the man. She grabbed her comm, [O]Found ‘im Cap. Big, burly, and drunk as an Andorian on 10 bottles of whisky in 2 minutes.[C]

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

A moment later, Sisnil beamed down. “Well, that’s useful, isn’t it?” He said to Hawk.

Sisnil was small, he was 5‘1’‘, and not burly, so when he sat down next to Eli, the size difference between the two was comical. He elbowed Eli gently. “Haven’t you had quite enough there?”

~ N, Captain

Eli looked up from his glass, turing his head to look at who just elbowed him he stoped for a moment before looking down. He let out a long sigh, turned back to his drink. “Leave me be boy!” he growled lightly under his breath. “unless you paying” he added.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

“I don’t pay for people to throw their life away,” Sisnil said with a shrug. He was playing with fire, but that was how he worked.

~ N, Captain

Eli looked down at the bar and the large blood stained dent in it. “I can function just fine” his words cam out slured. “If the pay is good I can set the drink down, what do you want?” there was a measure of sadness that could almost be tasted.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

“Mm.” Sisnil replied disbelievingly. “You’re a medic, no? Ever helped an Orion?”

~ N, Captain

Eli spun his glass once in his hand, “I’ve helped them” he said briefly. “Some medically, some well requireing medical” he looked down a Sisnil , his self loathing seeping out of him worse than the wisky. “Enough money and i’ll help what ever way you want”.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Half the Syndicate had enough self loathing to fuel known space. Sisnil at this point in time, did not really care. “I have a ship.” He mused, grinning mischievously. “How about this: ditch the cruddy bar, come with me. You’ll get equal share of all my jobs.”

~ N, Captain

Eli looked at him for a long moment, looked around the bar. “And how much is an equal share normaly?” he said raising his eyebrows a little. “Share nothing is still nothing” he said tossing back his drink, set it down and tapped the rim for the bartender to fill it up.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Sisnil snatched the cup with a swift and graceful movement. “Depends on the jobs. What’re making here, drinking this garbage till you die?”

~ N, Captain

Eli looked at him, his eyes narrowed, then rolled. “Why did you ask about the Orions” he said as he looked over at hawk, “Your lady friend is not green”.
Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Hawk still sat at the far table only watching to make sure the Cap didn’t need help. At the moment she was on the comm. [O]I don’t know Noril. He’s too drunk to help anyone I think. Well ask him like you usually do. You know, in that special way you have.” She snorted, “I’m not playin’ go between.[C]

A moment later Sisnil’s comm crackled to life. [O]Sisnil is he coming or not. She needs help![C]

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

“Never said I was asking for her,” Sisnil said. He looked slightly annoyed and was quiet for a moment. “My crew mate needs help. My other crew mate.”

~ N, Captain

Eli blinked a second or two, the urgency in the callers voice suggested that someone was in bad shape. His pushed his wiskey aside and started walking toward hawk, “Comming? Sounds like talk time is over!” he said walking rather straight for a man who had comsumed so much.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Sisnil stood and followed him. “My brother Noril and your newest patient are aboard my ship. Ready to beam?”

~ N, Captain

Eli grunted, “I was hoping you were in port, beam away but I might throw-up when I get there.” he noted

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

“No worries. I’ll just get the tab, Cap’n!” Hawk called out, sounding totally disgruntled like a wizened old aunt who was always cleaning up kids’ messes. Hawk didn’t mind though, Sisnil and Noril would reimburse her no problem. She flipped open the comm [O]Yeah he’s comin, Noril. Try to stay out the way. You’re really worrying me with how your carryin’ on over this girl.[C] she closed the comm before Noril could retort. Hawk made her way tot he bar and paid the tab after ordering herself a drink.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Eli had been drinking top shelf, and six tublers at that, the bill was for lack of a better word high.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Hawk rolled her eyes, of course he did. Well if he was a fourth as good as the rumors, he earned the money for the top shelf swill.

Getting the comm signal from Sisnil, soon he and Eli were enveloped in the swirling lights and disappeared. They rematerialized on the small transporter pad of an old, but reliable cargo ship. The man standing at the controls sighed. “Glad your back Captain. Noril is driving us all mad. Never thought some girl would crack him. I mean if it was you, sure, but a girl?” The man shook his head.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Eli looked around as his eyes adjusted he swayed a little, his stomach turning over and over again, and with the full force of a kilingon wipping at targ all of the wiskey and the Marble Jack Pie he had eaten spilled out onto the deck narrowly missing Sisnil but making a varry large mess. “That’s better” he noted and shifted his gaint frame back upright.

“Where is my paitent?”

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Unimpressed, Sisnil said, “I think we’ll find a medic who can, uh, keep his lunch down. I don’t need some drunk killing her.”

~ N, Captain

Eli looked around, if this pile of junk had an infirmy it would likly be out and to the left. He had been on many ships just like this one. “Infirmery to the left?” he said “Instead of complaining and making noise like a teritorial Gnarlack, why do you take me to ‘her’,” he said his fingers makeing little quote symbols. “And tell me what happened. “I’ve patched up people in worse shape than this” he noted.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

“Choked her. Deltan-Orion female. Sixteen.” Noril said joining them both. Then the brothers looked at each other, like this silent conversation, conveyed with only facial expressions. Really, they were communicating telepathically. “I’ll keep an eye on it. Sisnil, where else would we look?” Noril said aloud.

~ N, Captain

Eli’s eyes frowned heavily at her condition and wondered if he meant he choked her.. at the sound of her age his demenior changed drastically and he flew out of the room headed toward where he expected the infirmery to be. He was fast and steady which seamed odd given his intoxication level.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Sisnil and Noril led the way. “I didn’t do it,” Noril said, sounding offended. “No one on this ship would, and I’d they did, they’d find themselves floating home.” Sisnil added.

~ N, Captain

Eli did not look at them “Great telepaths” he snorted.

The medical bay was small, only one bed, and on it lay the most exquisite and beautiful woman Eli had ever seen. Her features were perfectly symmetrical, her features like a Grecian goddess, her body was voluptuous, skin flawless, delightfully green skin, and bald. She was unconscious. There were dark purple bruises in the shape of a hand across her throat. Despite how beautiful she was, the pain on her face was obvious, and on closer look, she wasn’t so flawless. Her skin was dry, her face shadowed, dark circles under her eyes, her breathing labored, and just touching her would tell she had a fever.

Also Eli would suddenly feel sick. Not like he’d had too much liquor, but sick due to injury and poor health. Sick from pain and fear. Her fear became his, even as he was drawn to her, to have her, to do anything for her.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

The wave of thoughts and feelings hit him like a wall had fallen on him, she was perfect, ’ I have to have her,’ he thought, taking a step forward,

‘we’ll be perfect together, I’m the only one who can keep her happy, and she’ll keep me happy I know it, ’ his mind raced at all the posibilities both honorable and not,

‘she’s just a kid’ he shook it off, for a moment,

’ a beautiful woman, old enough.’ he though then almost choked on his words. Fear gripped him tighter than he had felt in a long time. Alana’s voice broke in ‘Save me Eli’ his sister was on the bed, “What if I can’t ” he yelled movig over to what looked like a med. ‘If you can fix her up then you she’ be yours’.

The fear subsided quickly for what reason Eli only suspected.

“Gaaa” was all that escaped his lips. ‘Orions stupid’ he thought. ‘so prety’ his head was a wirlwind of desire, rejecting the desire, “Hells” he yelled back at the others, moving to the bed he had to sneak a touch, he laid a hand on her forhead, no one would notice that right? “She’s buring u…” he stumbled into the counter where there apeared to be a medicine cabinate. ‘up you moron’s’ he he thought

Get ahold of yourself, Sisnil’s voice echoed in Eli’s head. Remember their pheromones.

His head dance around all the posibilites, his hopes, his desires, his needs and a lonlyness that swallowed all of them. Digging through the medice he managed to find a hypo and started crying like a baby snot pooring out of his nose as he remembered when his sister had been taken from him. Mixing a cocktail including some drugs to block the pharamons as well as help lessen the effects of the wisky. He slamed the injection in before anyone could object, mere seconds moments? minutes it was all a blur. He would pay for the cocktail in withdraw tomorrow but it’s effects were fast.

After he had wiped the snot off his face it grabed a tricorder “You moron’s” he said not waiting for anykind of response, looking around he could only find a cortical stimulator, reaching into his pocket he puled a small tool out of his belt pouch and began making adjustments.

“Send someone to get a nural inhibitor” he said and then looked over her scans.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

“A what? From where?” Noril asked. Neither of the brothers were trained beyond basic first aid. They knew those kinds of drugs existed, but nothing about them.

~ N, Captain

There was extensive bruising to the throat, vocal cords and muscles. Someone had choked her nearly to death. She would be unable to swallow even small amounts of water without difficulty. There appeared to have been some healing done, but it was haphazard and careless and about a week old at least. She was dehydrated to the point of her body shutting down, and malnutritioned. The chlorophyll in her body seemed to be synthesizing some energy but there wasn’t enough light, though there was a UV lamp directly over her body. She seemed to have been under it recently, but her skin was starting to sunburn. But her body was also burning what little fat reserves it had to combat the malunion. There was no infection, but her body was beginning to treat itself like one as it fought to survive. She was a very very sick young lady.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Eli held up his and as he presed record on the tricorders microphone, “I’m going to need a lot more,” it would be beter in a hospital .”I’m guessing since you did not take her to a hospital you are avoiding someone?” he said lifting an eye lid. ‘skin is so soft, smooth, hot’ he snapped out of it.

“Severe Temperature, throat trama,”

“Who ever tried to patch her up did a crap job” he noted and then continued.

“Malunion in the tracia and essophagus, Server Dehydration and malnutrition, sun burn from over exposure to UV, early stages of sytemic auto-immune response.”

He glanced down at her, ‘maybe I should physically check her for other injuries that the tri-corder wont find’ he thought then shook his head, looking around the room a found a couple IV bags and a few kits. She needed more than hybo and the bio bed did not have a built in dilvery system.

First things first , he mixed up an IV saline elecrolytes and glucose and started it, he found a non narcotic sedative to slow her motabolism and help the stress on her body.
‘What have these mean men done to you, dont you wory Eli will always take care of you’ he thouht not understanding how true that would become without the pheromon support.

He mixed up another IV with amino acids, some protein along with a neural analgesic to manage her pain along with a endorcrine stabalizer to reduce her phermons.

“go to someone who supplies medical gear they will know what i’m asking for, I also need a tracheal support unit, a much better tissue regenerator, and a chondro-regenerator, and some medical gel and burn cream, can’t just leave her under a lap can cook her like a peiece of meat” he snorted. He tossed them a room key for the “Badland Hotel, get my bag and my stuff i’m going to be here a while”

“soon as this fluid circulates a few times she’s going to wake up and she’s going to be in a lot of pain, i’ve given her something but I need the saline to circulate a bit before I can introduce the sedative. Can you one of you manage her deltan side? something that would have been nice to know by the way?

“I told you she was Deltan, you ass,” Sisnil snapped irritably. Noril elbowed him.

As they responded he found a vein in her wrist and applied the first I’ve. He began stroking her head softly, which he enjoyed a little to much. ‘uggn how like touching heaven it was’. he shook his head again. “come on you can do it, come back to us, little one” he said bracing himself for the pain he might experience if they could not block her.

The care in his tone pierced through the fog of pain. Noril and Sisnil could feel it. It was curiosity and bitterness. No one cared for her, not like that. Not her father, and certainly not the mother that gave her up. Was this a death hallucination? Was she imagining Noril? Or was it the pheromones wreaking havoc on him still? Then the pain and struggles of a dying body took her back under.

“come on you, not time to go yet”, he said. ’ I need you too much ’ he thought as his hands stroked her head. ” What’s her name?”

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

“This is Vashkilu, daughter of the Syndicate Lord Merck.” Noril said. “We’re not hiding from the Syndicate, we are the Syndicate. But we are ducking somebody.” Sisnil added.

“And her previous patch job was crap because her father’s men didn’t give a damn about her.” Noril said bitterly.

~ N, Captain

It took roughly 7 minutes for Eli to realize that something was horribly wrong. The drip was too fast and it was blowing her veins. Her muscles started twitching tightly and it was painful given her state of dehydration. A quick scan would show she was showing signs of metabolic alkalosis - an over amount of bicarbonate. Which was in the electrolyte solution he gave her. Her Orion cells couldn’t process the bicarbonate in those amounts. And oddly her body was beginning to sweat as well, which given her state of dehydration shouldn’t happen. Further scans showed a hormone imbalance.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Eli shouted back over his shoulder with out missing a beat he stopped the IV, “Dam, I need my gear and the medical equipment asap or we are in real trouble her, that or an actual medical facility.” he noted . “I’m a field medic not a xenogenticist” he said as he looked through the ships medical supplies. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found it. Cleaning a spot just above her colorbone, ‘he skin was so soft’ his eyes scaned her briefly drinking her all in. With a click he secured a portable dermal port, her body was basically now sweatinng itself to death. He grabed a fresh bag of saline only, and connected it to the ports and started a slow drip, it woud help her kidneys deal with the bicarbonate.

The biger issue was her Deltan side was not getting what it needed, and her hormones were all out of wack, she needed light, but the stupid uv lamp would cook her skin. He needed a gel to keep her from burning. “Dam this ship” he yelled and took off looking for the galley. A couple minutes later, he came in with a large bowl of clear jelly like goop, he had made it several times in the field to protect from radation it should do the trick, allow her to get the light she needed while not burning her perfect skin. He was going to enjoy putting this on her, he shouldn’t, but he would. He mixed in vascular regenitive gel as well to help heal the now taxed veins.

With the skilled hands of an expert massage therapist he slowly rubbed the Jelly on all the exposed skin, taking care not to miss any spot that as exposed, he was enjoying this too much. “There you go, my little angle” he said as he finished the protective layer and turned on the lamp again. he place cooling packs on her wrists and ankles and monitored her vitals and temperature very closely. He was having to rercall everything by memory fortunatly for him he had a detailed knowladge of orions, but is deltan was rudimentery at best. He needed his gear and medical padd. He looked deperatly around the room for a computer.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

There was a computer off to the side in the small bay. A search for Deltan phisiology would show that Deltan biology was very similar to human, with iron based blood as opposes to copper based Orion blood. If a transfusion was ever needed, it would be tricky.

What made them significanly different (other than their psi abilities) was their nervous system was much more advanced. Their senses (sight, smell, taste, touch, sound) were exponentially more acute and sensitive. Not only did this mean pleasure, but also pain. That would mean that pain killers, mood stabilizers, sedatives, and similar would have to closely monitored for effectiveness and dosage.

Unfortunately there was no mention of Deltan/Orion hybrids or any type of Deltan hybrids at all.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

“Where is your gear?” Noril asked. “We can get that.”

“And curse this ship again and it might decide to throw you out,” Sisnil added.

~ N, Captain

OOC: “go to someone who supplies medical gear they will know what i’m asking for, I also need a tracheal support unit, a much better tissue regenerator, and a chondro-regenerator, and some medical gel and burn cream, can’t just leave her under a lap can cook her like a peiece of meat” he snorted. He tossed them a room key for the “Badland Hotel, get my bag and my stuff i’m going to be here a while”

Eli ignored the comment, the man was clearly worried about his friend, or was she a lovers? Jeliously started to sync in the he shook it off, finally the inhibitor he took was kicking in, he started feeling a little sick to his stomach about what he had been thinking. Shaking his head he turned and looked at the Captian, his eyes filled with compasion realizing he was scared for her. “Captain, the card in your hand, Badland Hotel room 201, I don’t have time to curb my tongue and work on your friend. Please have some one get the things I need there is little time.” he said then turned back to draw blood and placed one sample direct into the analyser and one into the bio serperatation module he needed a closer look at all aspects of her blood, not just the final results. “There is not much time Captian” he finally noted not looking back at him.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Her blood had a mix if both hemocyanin (copper based blood) and hemoglobin (iron based blood). Though it seemed that the hemoglobin was much more apparent in the sample and her body’s preferred method of oxygen transportation. She did need copper in her diet, but too much would cause symptoms consistent with Wilson’s disease.

A blood transfusion from a hemoglobin donation would need to be supplemented with a copper infusion to prevent copper diffeciency and hemochromatosis (overage of iron). Regular self donations would be prudent. (OOC- anything else you want to know or I missed let me know.)

Vashkilu, Infiltrator