Check up and invite

Posted on 24 Oct 2012 @ 4:35pm by Lieutenant Sara'Marbela Har'tar & Commodore Da`nal of the House of Varal

2,127 words; about a 11 minute read

Mission: M9: Rest, Recovery, and Reflection
Location: The Achilles - en route to SB 80
Timeline: MD 1 - 1800

It was always hard come up with the right saying to express ones heartfelt sorrow to a love one, when the person they loved died in the line of duty. Also, dealing with so many types of species and what their culture has for the dead, didn't help matters in coming up with the right expression. Sara, sat at her terminal, in her office as she looked blankly at the screen sitting before her. The Klingon Andorian hybrid, had finished a dozen or so heart felt message, but the mass of them she was having issues coming up with the right way to express her sorrow.

"You would think this would be easy to do" she thought out loud as she leaned forward and pinched the bridge of her nose while letting out a soft sigh.

Leaning back, she began a new, taking right steps for one person culture after another. Over the next hour, the Achilles's CMO, had finished her letters and had transferred to a data pad to present them to the captain review and to add his own statements to the fallen family members.


[Turbo Lift - Bridge]

The day was nearly over and the ship was returning to normal, though the signs of battle still marred the ship. The second shift was coming on duty and he was looking forward to a good meal. As the doors of the lift closed he felt a twinge in his shoulder and rotated his arm to test it. Something was wrong but they had take quite a beating and he had hit the deck more than once.

He was half temped to ignore it and procede to his quarters but instead he found him anouncing a different destination. "Sickbay"

[Deck 7]

The lift opened and he saw crew he knew that should be off duty cleaning debris and patching panels. They saw him step from the lift and stood. "Sir", "Captain". After he spoke he saw the new rank on the CO's uniform. "Excuse me sir!...I mean Commodore."

His pride in his crew could not have been any greater. "Thank you." Nodding to the work they were doing, "Leave that for now...you've all earned a break."

Skaking his head. "So have you sir. Besides, the lounge is trashed and as the saying goes; 'No rest for the weary.'"

Placing his hand on the man's shoulder. "Well in that case, carry on...and when we get to the station the first bottle is on me."

With a grin the two replied. "Aye aye, sir."

After the Captain...the Commodore left the two continued their work as they spoke. "You see that. They try to hang him out to dry and he comes out with a promotion..."

[Sickbay]

A few moments later he arrived in sickbay as the doctor was deactivating her terminat. "Time for another be for calling it a day?"

Sara looked up and over to the captain, as she shook her head "No, there's always time to take in one more patient, captain. Please come in have a seat"

"Thank you."

She watched him enter into her office and to take a seat. She knew the tall tale signs of a warrior who was forcing himself to press on and he, even if he was trying to mask them from the crew, was showing sighs of lack of sleep. But, she offer the captain a smile, leaned forward placing her elbows onto her desk.

"When was the last time you've seen your bed and had a good night rest, captain?" she started off bluntly

He knew where this was going and with things calming down he really didn't care. "Given recent events...too long. Right know I could even eat dead gagh and not notice. Before you even say it, I plan my next stop to be for a good meal and some sleep. But my lack of sleep isn't why I've come. First, the crew, what are our loses and injured?


"Good. I would hate to enforce regs upon you and take you off your post for something minor as sleep and not eating correctly, captain" she opened as she snicker at the comment of 'eatting a dead gagh' she turned slightly to place her slender hand onto a data pad, that was beside her computer screen. Gripping it, she did a quick review of the finish upload. She handed it over to the captain.

"We last several good men and woman, captain" she stated plainly "as for the injuries. Their are five in bed here, mass burns. Eight in their quarters, do to exposure to space..." Sara continue on talking about the injured, before long she ended on a positive note "...two crew members gave birth during the battle."

"Birth!?..." He immediately forgot about his shoulder. "How are they?"

"Both the mothers and children are doing fine. Despite what they had gone through. Still what a way to come into the world" she returned

It had been a long mission, he thought nodding slighty....things happen. He glanced at the padd she had prepared going throught the list, taking special note tht she had attached her own letter to the families.

"See that all wounded are transferred to the stations infirmary when we arrive. The ship, sick bay included, will be repaired and updated. Once the repairs are done, those still not recovered will have their cases reviewed for either transfer back to your care or permenant transfer to the starbase for treatment."

"Of course captain" she returned as a nod soon followed

She knew it was a painful moment for any captain to lose members of his crew, but with the two of them sharing Klingon culture and DNA, it hit a little more harder to pick out from facial feature and body language. She observed the captain as he read, plus she gave him more time to let it all sink in for the captain. Sara, leaned forward as she cupped her hands together as she studied the captain as her read the data pad again. She studied his face, noticing again the stress of battle worn deep into his face, which she placed on seeing similar lines on her father and several other warriors. She realized the man, seating before her, had seen his fair share of battle, perhaps even more then what he wants those around him and she can't see any part of human side. Unlike her Andorian side, which stuck out like a Tribble in the center of a field. Still, she knew that all warriors of all types were hiding there stress of battle and she wanted to help her captain and possible good friend in any form.


There was now way not to notice her close scrutiny but paid it no mind.

"I want you to know, once you step through the doors of my office, that I am here for you to vent anything on your mind as a friend, fellow officer, and warrior." she informed in a tone as a friend and his ship doctor

Sara uncupped her hands, to move her hand to the computer terminal and touched the screen. She glanced over to the display, before she looked to the captain.

"I made sure that the recording devices, are set to private and can only be viewed by myself, you, and those that need to know. In case you want to talk about anything on your mind, captain. If not, then I understand, but know this captain, even warrior have to vent out in some form or fashion. So I am offering one means, but am open to venture others ways to help a fellow warrior cope of loss brothers and sister at arms. I'm always here with a ear to listen and perhaps give friendly advice."

The Commodore leaned back in his seat. He understood her concerns but what she was offering was for a counselor. "As you know Doctor, superior officers do not 'vent' to those under his command. Gripes go up the chain...not down. As a Klingon there is no greater honor than to fall in battle and we accept those deaths. In Starfleet the majority of the men and women are not Klingon, but we honor their passing just the same."

Not wanting to completely shut her down he continued. "You honor me with your...concern, but it is unneeded." Lifting the padd, "I will add your messages to mine, but for now i am in need of your services." Rotating his right shoulder. "Something doesn't feel right."

She knew all to well about venting only goes up hill, never down. But, with the Achilles short a chief counselor, she was trying to pick up the slack up for the crew with her lost. She smiled and nodded her head, but when the Commodore stated 'something doesn't feel right' her gave him a puzzling look.

"Oh?" she questioned "What seems to be the trouble, Captain?"

Raising a brow slightly at her address he cleared his throat.

She knew that tone of clearing ones throat, she leaned down to open an drawer to with draw an tricorder. Raising up out of her chair, she stepped around the desk and began to scan the Commodore.

She stated as the small hand held device whistled and hum as she swept it over the her commanding officer, she didn't know the Da'nal well, but she read and seen him in action. Plus, know the Admiral's spend their behind desk and not on a bring, she felt that she should voice her thought on his promotion and new friend.

"If I may be so bold, it was a mistake for you to accept promotion. Commanding a starship is your first, best destiny; anything else is a waste of material."

Da`nal laughed heartfully, the first time he'd laughed in a good while. "Don't worry Doctor, I have no intention of leaving the Achilles. In fact before we had left the Starbase on our mission I was given command of a task group. The the rank goes with the duty."

She looked reading as she shook her head upon what she read on the tricorder "but, as you have stated earlier, sir. Complaints go up, never down. But, as I see it, the last few hours have now manifest themselves into your body. Lack of sleep, high adrenaline that hasn't lowered, white blood cell have increased five percent then normal, and a host of other issues that are rising at a steady pace."

"I see. That would explain my shoulder then? I thought it to from an impact...no matter. I take it that once I take the 'edge' off things will return to normal. However I'm sure there is a quicker route and that there is a medical solution to speed things up?"

"Yes they do have meds for all that and then some, sir" she stated "land the warrior, sir, the battle is over. Time to start the healing."

She walked over hyprospray table and lifted one of the injector device. Turning about to head back to the Da'nal, she began entering codes into the device. Once she came up to the Commodore, she pressed the device into side of his neck, which was soon followed with a hiss and woosh.

"I gave you a mixture of meds, sir. This should help with a the issues I've found"

Da`nal could feel his muscles relax and the discomfort in his shoulder subside as the medications move through his body. "Excellent." Rising from his seat he tested his shoulder. "You know befoer we went to war I had started a weekly captain's mess. Now that things have calmed down perhaps its time to restart that...tradition. Once we make the station I want you to join me and my family for dinner. Do you have a meal preferance?"

Sara smiled not really sure how to take the offer, but thinking it over quickly, she knew that meeting with the captain's family would introduced them to who their prime care provider would be "Whatever is good for the captain is good enough for me, sir. As along as there OJ, coffee, eggs and bacon there as well"

Nodding, "An acceptable mix I think, once we dock we will set a date." Rotating his shoulder again he nodded towards the Doctor and headed out.

She watched the commodore depart as she wondered what to bring for the breakfast. She turned slightly as she looked at her terminal, update one or two items on the Da'nal's file. Changed the private setting back to normal and then stepped back out onto floor of sickbay.

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COM Da`nal
CO

Dr. Sara'Marbela Har'tar
CMO

 

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