Star Trek: Starbase 777

With the young Chinese ensign at his side he trudged toward sickbay with a slight sigh. Thankfully the hallways were on the whole relatively empty.

Thank goodness for a quick checkup. Ughaz'udan marched back to the turbolift feeling slightly less like death than he had before.

She continued down the hallway to the main sickbay, stepping inside.

She made her way down to sickbay in a steady pace. She was in no rush after all.

[D] The mercs had made their way to this deck as well. They had found all entrances to sickbay completely locked and barricaded, and so, being the underpaid muscle they were, went the easy route and headed for the medical supply storage instead.

He raced down the hallway with his tricorder in hand scanning for explosives. Or traces thereof. Whichever was more applicable.

Sam crawled out of the Jefferies Tube access point and leaned against the wall, waiting for Austin to come help her get over to sickbay.

There was a faint sign though it seemed the explosives were several decks below him difficult to pinpoint from his current location.

Austin helped get her up and to a bed.

And off they walked towards Sickbay, and a few moments later they entered.

Damn it. He hated situations like this. Intensely. Back into the jeffries tubes it was, then, with the tricorder in hand.

She walked down the hallway and stopped at a nearby weapons locker to grab herself a phaser rifle. She put it on her back and walked to the tubes, crawling inside.

"No, it's pretty uncommon. But when you've been an officer for over a decade it comes up sometimes. Hopefully things will quiet down a bit." Lilian scanned the hall for an officer she could ask for the status of the two Cadet Hopper had wanted to meet.

She nodded, wiping away another stray tear. Then she looked around and realized where they were. "You think they're hurt, don't you?" She asked, looking worried.

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"It's possible, but what I know is I am and medical is as good a place to start as any." She offers a smile.

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She nodded. That was fair enough. Medical would probably be keeping tabs on the majority of the officers, due to how many casualties there had been. Besides, it would be good to get the most worrisome possibility out of the way as quickly as possible. She rolled her chair a little faster.

"But close!!" She called back to him.

"Oh, come on! I'll never guess who's it!" Wheatley laughed, walking with her and tightening the jacket around his waist.

"Oh, fine. I'll give you a lil hint: It was L1!" She blurted excitedly as they entered sickbay.

"No way, really?! She's already going at it?! Man alive, that's amazing!!" He gasped loudly, turning to her with an incredulous look in his eyes.

From one room to another.

He began to trudge down the hallway in silence. Time to find a light meal so that he wouldn't collapse and then maybe (just maybe) collapse in his quarters for a nap. Yes. That felt... right. Right. Oh, that was a weird feeling.

She rolled out into the hall, calling back to Wheatley: “I want chicken nuggets and onion rings smothered in that secret sauce from that Ferangi chain, Cheesy Does It, on Luna. Have you ever been there before? It’s soooo good! I don’t know what they put in the sauce, but it tastes like heaven if heaven was tangy, slightly sweet, and had bacon in it!”

"Oh I've never been there! But honestly, good ol' Earth barbecue does the trick for me. Man alive, what a combo of spices!" He grinned like a dork, remembering all the times he fought with his siblings over chicken nuggets. "If my siblings were here, they'd definitely cook something up with me. I can bake stuff!"

“How many siblings do you have? I have a baby brother! He can be such a pain sometimes, but I wouldn’t trade him for anything!” Hop said as she rolled into the lift.

Lilian stepped out, smiled and nodded to Hopper and Wheatley, and continued to the sickbay.

"I have four siblings! Three brothers and one sister. I'm the second oldest and it's a pain because i have to take care of my younger siblings while being harassed by my older brother." He replied, walking in after them.

She made her way down the hospital corridor, her head still spinning with everything that was happening.

He trudged back to sickbay.

To sickbay in silence.

He made his way to the turbolift.

She made her way out of sickbay, with Aleto following behind her. Heading down the hospital corridor towards the turbolift. She slowed and let Aleto slip in beside her as she walked down the corridor, letting her walk side to side with her. "I bet you're glad to be out of that ICU. I can't imagine being stuck in sickbay all day, and I work there." She said with a gentle chuckle. "We try and keep our patients as occupied as we can do, keeping them talked to and PADD's provided for them if they need. But the inability to leave must feel terrible, especially for you just now. Knowing you can't go out and help the others. I could sense how upset you've been these last few days, despite how well you've been trying to conceal it. So I don't blame you for wanting to get straight back to work, commodore. Don't worry about it." She looked over at her with a gentle reassuring smile. "I'm gonna keep you on that promise for a coffee however. Once you're ready." She said with a chuckle.

He walked down the silent hallway with his head down, he had still been disturbed by the loss of the majority of his division.

The Trill trailed behind Dreaxa who marched on ahead of her, a far slower pace than usual testament to her still feeling somewhat off balance. She was thankful when the medical officer slowed to let her fall in line; catching up, she took her place to Dreaxa's right-hand side. Being out here was like a breath of fresh air. The lights weren't as painfully bright against the clinical white of the walls and flooring, there wasn't the oppressive antiseptic smell... If this was already far better an environment then visiting the environmental deck was going to be like heaven. "I make no effort to conceal how I feel, Commander," she stated as she strode alongside her (and purposefully tried to pick up the pace. Polite nods, smiles, and quick waves were given to officers they passed by - alongside returning a couple of salutes to the more formal amongst them. "Anybody in that position would feel the same. It isn't easy knowing that your people have been suffering and there's work to be done but you're completely indisposed and incapable of attending to it. It's the opposite of what you're meant to be doing -- denying any guilt at that would be a blatant lie." For a moment she lapsed into silence, noting the new CoS heading by with his head down. Another mental note was added to her to do list - this time, to check in with him. Having a meeting with all of the senior staff would be nice when she thought about it... The entirety of them were new or taking over positions following the deaths of their predecessors. It could hardly be easy. She opted to put that aside just now in favour of a more positive subject, knowing that they had dwelled on things too much already. server_divider

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"But please - I'll be certain to keep that promise, Commander, you needn't worry. I have no reservations against you going for your coffee just now if you're happy to take it to go - I wouldn't mind the company while surveying the promenade. ...I am glad that place has remained unscathed. Gliqqigug's is the only place that can come close enough to this one blend of coffee that doesn't exist any more. They almost have it perfect."

"Concealing it wasn't the term I should of used. More of a brave face per say, you're making it seem like you're doing okay. It's okay to not be okay. We're all here together, and we'll make it through okay. You included, Commodore." Vialara was the worst for it, pretending she was okay. She always took the needs of others before herself and it usually ended with her overworked and exhausted. Currently she was struggling with work. Jumping up to CMO during the midst of a massive attack had taken its toll on her, but she was somehow making it though in one piece. She smiled and continued down the corridor. "As for coffee, Coffee to go works fine for me, Commodore. I'd be delighted to accompany you around the promenade-" She glanced up as the announcement came through for the awards ceremony. "Oh- Shit. I forgot about that. The commendations ceremony is tonight."

[D]Already running late and going to end up being more late, the two subsequently headed to attend the commendations ceremony.

He went to main sickbay.

He trudged (as much as one on crutches can) down to sickbay. Hopefully the medical staff on duty would have some good news as to recovery.

He walked back to the turbolift.

I’zaak’s eyes darted along the corridor hoping to find any indication he was in the right place. Once he saw the door marked sickbay he assumed he must at least be close to the CMO’s office. He’d check through here.

She walked down the hallway and entered the sickbay.

He walked to sickbay in silence.

She walked to the turbolift.

To the turbolift.

They stepped out of the turbolift and headed down the hall.

Nora left the lift and headed to sickbay.

Stepping out of the turbolift, he went all the way to sickbay.

Once he got to the corridors, my man just leaned against the wall and hid his face, secretly smiling to himself as he kept on blushing.

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Once he recomposed himself, he headed down the hallways and into the lifts while still smiling like a goof to himself.

They slip down the hall, clutching their gifts close to their chest, their paws shaking.

She stepped off the lift and still humming along made her way down the hall.

She made her way to the lift.

The hospital ring looked very different from Deep Space Nine. Actually 777 felt world's apart from the former Cardassian station. Cecil didn't hate the different design, but it made him feel further from home. He walked down the corridor and headed to sickbay.

Cecil entered the corridor and headed for the turbolift. Before stepping inside he thought about what he was going to say. The turbolift gave him sass for his previous request, Maybe he should try a different approach this time.

Sauk let himself be carried down the hall to sickbay.

Down the hallway they went meanwhile Jack kept shooting affectionate eyes at Sauk.

"Hey...can you stay with me for a bit? When we get to my quarters?" Sauk asked, leaning into Jack just slightly.

This was Aella's first time on the hospital ring and it was very fascinating. The Dominion didn't have medical facilities, or well, not anything like this. She walked down the corridor and headed towards sick bay.

Aella stepped back into the hospital corridor and headed to the turbolift to get back to her quarters.

He left the turbolift and walked to the counselling office

She made her way at a average pace to the sickbay.

He walked to the turbolift, slightly annoyed and slightly defensive as he entered it.

Aella walked swiftly down the corridor, managing not to hit anything or anyone on her way, what an accomplishment.

to the lift...!

After however long it was, probably a few seconds. Heinrich emerged. Sickbay perhaps? Who knows, but it was time to find out. He entered the sickbay.

Heinrich and Odessa both walked down towards the lift as they waited patiently for the lift to arrive.

"Thank you for accepting my dinner request."

"You are most welcome."

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Heinrich then entered the lift with Odessa.

Cecil heard the doors open to the hospital corridor and immediately tried to move. his vision was blurry, he could barely open his eyes-- Wait he was on his way to work! Was this the research corridor? Why was someone else in the lift with him? Who was holding him?

Adill felt the Ensign stirring in his arms. “Calm down, Ensign. You passed out, I’m taking you to sickbay. You’re gonna be alright. I’m a doctor.” His voice was deep and calm and he made his way to sickbay.

“May I call you Eshen?” He’d been meaning to ask.

"Of course you can. Did I not offer you the opportunity to call me by my first name when we met? I usually do that for everyone. Must've forgotten Rule 7..."

“Rule…?” He frowned.

"Nothing. May I call you Adill?" Eshen asked, walking towards the door to #counselling-office-02.

Adill nodded, hoping that he would some day find out what Eshen meant by those rules. Maybe very soon already... “Of course you may.” He got the door for him before stepping into the office after him.

“I am glad you agreed to this, Eshen,” said Adill as they found themselves back in the corridor. “Though I don’t believe you should try to date Lieutenant Ferrufino if you want him to remain your counsellor.” It was a fact and he stated it matter-of-factly.

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"I won't, I swear. I was just... Confused." Eshen gives Adill a tired smile. "Next time, I shall ask him to wear his most hideous outfit."

Adill laughed heartily at that. “How you can find him attractive in the first place is beyond me, but you do that! As long as it helps.” He led Eshen towards sickbay with a smile.

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As soon as Adill laughed, Eshen’s tired smile widened to a real one. "How can I - Adill, first me and then him, are you blind? By Kah'less's taut buttocks, what on Earth is your type?"

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Adill smiled silently and didn’t reply. Good question. What was his type? Adill swallowed and pushed past the question as he entered sickbay.

Cecil walked briskly down the corridor and into battle with his greatest foe. The turbolift.

"She has made that abundantly clear from time to time."

’Too much information,’ thought Nolan and didn’t say it out loud. He just walked towards sickbay.

"He is a sweet man. Kinda grumpy though." She smiled against his shoulder, the drug's generally wearing out but her thoughts still slightly off.

He entered sickbay.

She stood in the hallway waiting for him to walk out to see the look on his face.

Heinrich rushed out of the sickbay, looking directly at her.

She stood their and chuckled.

Heinrich looked at her, something had changed. Like there was fire in his eyes. He took her in his arms, and kissed her on the lips.

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Her eyes fluttered for a second. To say it surprised her was an understatement. She was tense at first but quickly let herself melt into his arms. When she finally released from the kiss she stared up into his eyes, that fire matched by tears of immense emotion. She stifled a small chuckle. "I see thy fair maiden was successful..."

Heinrich set her straight, letting go of her. "You...flooded me with memories..."

She smiled as she regained her balance, he certainly gave an amazing embrace. "Those must have been some memories..."

"She was quite the women, they were good memories."

She led the way to the lift with a gleaming smile. "Perhaps... we could make up that dinner?"

"That would be acceptable." He followed close behind

"Heinrich... you are sounding like a robot again." She teased

Heinrich raised a brow "I was not aware that I had a robotic voice." It wasn't obvious, but he was attempting to be teasing.

"Well, now you do." She kept up the little charade as the came full circle around the ring to the lift. "After you..."

"It is customary for the lady to go first, or in this case the damsel." Heinrich gave an attempt to smirk, but he had not smirked In a long time so it more looked like he was grinning like a baboon.

"sehr gut mein Retter." She stepped into Turbolift 1.

He walked to the sickbay

To the lift.

To the sickbay.

To sickbay.

To the lift with his hangry Klingon stride!

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The lift opened up and Renakir walked down to general practice.

They sprinted down the hall, their ears alert.

Renakir headed down the corridor and to the lift.

They walked back to sickbay.

She stepped into the corridor. She allowed Heinrich to follow along but made no conversation or attempt at acknowledging him... she just walked down the corridor, manoeuvring around people in the way.

Heinrich followed suit. He was worried.

Several crewman greeted her as she passed with the normal, 'Good Afternoon Lieutenant'... and by the 6th she snapped turning to the petty officer with a soft but agressive tone. "Please stop calling me that... capiche?" Then she returned to her walk to the lift.

Heinrich observed this. Nodding to the individuals in question. "They are only being respectful."

She approached the lift. Turning to face him she replied. "I'm not a Lieutenant Heinrich... a Lieutenant wouldn't have let herself put lives at risk... wouldn't have been so... so unprofessional. I don't belong in Starfleet." She stepped aboard turbolift one.

"You hold the rank of lieutenant, if you do not feel like one, so be it. I do not feel like an Ensign. However I carry the rank of one. You haven't put anyone's lives at risk. You are the most professional and respectable person I know. So drop the bullcrap with me Doctor Steiger, what is going on with you?"

She stepped back into the hallway. "I... don't... belong. It's a simple explanation..."

"None of us belong here, but we are here. And we have made new adventures of our own devices. Something is chewing at you, and I will not let you board that turbolift until you tell me what the hell is eating you inside."

She looked down between them, silent for almost an eternity. Finally she looked up into his eyes. "My morals Heinrich... my morals are ripping me apart. What happened in there was wrong... and it's my fault."

"Are you referring to us...engaging in romantic relations within sickbay?"

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"If that is the case, it is also eating at me, since it is against all protocol for us to fraternize within an official space of work."

"Love... at home we are one in the same, at work... I am your seniority... it was my responsibility to stop it from going that far... but I didn't. I failed in my responsibility..."

"Everyone has slip ups in life, its how you recover from failing that is important."

"Well I haven't done too hot with it so far..."

"Just keep trudging along."

"I was trudging to my quarters to sulk... you are more then welcome to come along..."

"Sulking is not a good option, it never is, you taught me that."

"Never was good at following my own advice." She stepped aboard the lift.

He followed.

Cecil headed out of sickbay and down the corridor.

He walked down the corridor. Thankfully he didn't lose too much time looking for his sunglasses.

And with that they exited the turbolift, with Wheatley already rubbing at the wounds and scratches on his hands.

She did her best to avoid anyone noticing why she was here and followed Wheatley out the lift.

"So, uhm..... What's your name, lieutenant? I don't think i know it." Wheatley questioned, scratching his head.

She blinked, that was right she hadn't introduced herself. "Evoras Lhai'Ivek. I believe the appropriate response is to ask for your name in return?"

She walks though the corridor, she holding onto Nia. She nuzzles her face against hers. "Maybe we should go back cutie pie, -HIC-"

"We can when you're sobered up, okay?" She patted her arm and walked into sickbay.

T'Zan walked with her into the sickbay.

"I'm glad you're back." Niatha smiled and patted her friend's arm. "So what do you wanna do?"

She though about it for a moment, she did really wanted to read some new books. "We can go to the library!"

"The library? Didn't know we had one..." She remarked. "Take me there?"

Aella got off the lift and walked down the corridor.

She nods, and took Nia's hand and walked off to the library.

They made their way to sickbay, sighing in relief. That Mo guy was scary.

He marched his way down the corridor with a straight face, the only hint of his pain being the fact the right side of his lip was slightly twitching. He clutched his wrapped up hand in a forced attempt to comfort it.

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Wheatley stormed out of the turbolift, his steps going in large strides as he worriedly looked around for Hsarr. "Hsarr?? Where are you??" He even resorted to asking random people passing by if they saw a small, floofy Caitian with calico coat patterns.

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....however, he heard the commotion coming from general practice and he decided to check in there, just to see if they knew where Hsarr was.

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22:47

You've got a whole rollercoaster of emotions coming soon, Wheatley.

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He marched down the corridor with both arms at his side incase anyone was watching.

With what was going on with the two officers, Hsarr being hurt and him not being able to do anything to help, Wheatley just collapsed next to the door once it closed and sobbed violently, hiding his face with his knees and having a full on mental breakdown.

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Hearing his commbadge, Wheatley listened to the message and immediately jolted up from the floor. In a hurry, he quickly made his way back into the general practice room.

he seemed slightly relieved, but still a tad bit of concern was visible on his face “So… uh… They won’t think I’m a threat….? At all…? I can just talk and not have to worry…?”

"Not at all, you're our guest on this station." Renakir said with a reassuring tone as he walked to #sickbay-zone-02. "You can relax, everything will be alright."

He let go of Eshen so they could step into the corridor. He was having a very difficult time, the anxiety was eating him up from the inside.

"Hey, let's pause for a second so you can calm down," Eshen said.

Cecil looked at Eshen and nodded. "I... I'm sorry Eshen. I'm weak," He said as he took off his watch and handed it to Eshen. "Please, take this and don't let me have it again," Cecil crouched down and began to squeeze his wrist. "It hurts.. a lot."

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Eshen took the watch and put it in a pocket or something (StarFleet uniforms gotta have pockets, right?), then crouched down next to Nalas, one hand rubbing his back. "You're not weak. Even if you can't convince yourself of that, know that I don't see you that way."

"Eshen.. t-thank you," Cecil said, trying his best to keep a cool head but the turbolift really took a lot out of him. "If you ever see that turbolift guy tell him to make the lifts move faster," Cecil said as he took a few deep breaths. He was happy Eshen was there to comfort him, but he also felt awful for making him have to deal with yet another breakdown.

Eshen smiled a little. "Renakir? I'll tell him. And you're welcome. You're my... I don't know... My boyfriend? Does that sound right? So I don't mind helping you through these things when I'm able to."

"Boyfriend," Cecil looked up at Eshen, his eyes lighting up. "You call me your boyfriend, I would like that a lot," As if by magic Cecil felt more at ease. Eshen was his boyfriend! If his arm wasn't killing hill he would hug Eshen right then and there. "and.. you know the transporter guy? Don't tell me you tried to hit on him too? He looks so scary."

"I did indeed. I am not easily intimidated, Nalas. It's the Surak in me." He paused. "Hey, I'm not asking you to become a convert or anything, but... Would you ever be interested in learning some Vulcan techniques to help with this kind of thing? I swear I'll teach you the bits about emotional regulation, not repression."

"Vulcan techniques? Actually that sounds great, yes I would appreciate that," Cecil said as he covered his face with his hands. "I guess i forgot my Cardassian mental control, we have something similar but... ahh it was used by the Obsidian Order, I guess it isn't the best."

"Hey, it's okay." Eshen sat fully on the floor, despite knowing it would get his butt dusty. "It would actually be kind of nice to share a bit of my culture with you. Maybe one day, you can watch me fight and experience some Klingon culture, too. Or maybe an Opera."

Fight Eshen? Cecil was more of a lover, but he wouldn't mind accompanying the other to the gym. Maybe do some stretches. "I would really love that. I want to know all about your culture, well cultures," Cecil peeked at Eshen through his fingers. "After all this I would love to see some Klingon opera, i love music-- wait I told you I went to the academy in france, I loved the french operas."

"Well, you might like them, then. I warn you, though, Klingon Operas are a little more... Bloody than French ones. Approximately the same amount of nudity, though."

"I don't mind bloody, actually that would be cool," Cecil said. He wasn't a fighter himself but had no issues seeing staged violence. "And nudity? As long they're hot i am definitely here for it!" Cecil said, full homo.

"Of course they're hot. They're Klingons," Eshen said, as if it were obvious. "And it would be my program. I'd make a gay opera, just for you. Feeling any better, by the way?"

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"A gay opera... sounds fun," Cecil said, never wanting to miss a chance to see hot people singing and doing hot people things. "A little, I can't open or close my hand," Cecil rolled up his sleeve so Eshen could see just how bad it was. It looked like he ha lightning streaks up and down his arm, definitely bad.

Eshen winced. It's not like he was a stranger to pain or injury, but seeing it on Nalas was different. "I hate to say I told you so, but..."

"I'm sorry, I really.. didn't know this would happen. Not like this," Cecil said as he stood up. "I think I'm okay now, let's go."

They left sickbay after shift, deciding to check engineering to see if Wheatley was off yet.

To the turbolift.

Dagis stepped out of the turbolift and headed down the corridor towards sickbay, still keeping her hand to her side, and still avoiding eye contact with anyone.

Here she comes, dragging the Bajoran boi all the way to sickbay.

Like an unstoppable storm, Arista walked down the hallway and went straight for the turbolifts.

Down the corridor he goes!

Cecil walked down the corridor.

[D] Down the hall the kitty doctor went, headed to #sickbay-zone-02 .

Satok made his way out of sickbay, heaving a sigh of relief now that the worst part of his day was over. He hated being looked at medically to a sharp degree. His strong and steely look melted to a half smirk, his typical calm and happy self showing its true colors. He mumbled something in romulan that the UT didn't get, something about eating meatloaf...

[D] There was a million things going through this little Bajoran boy's mind. He had his face buried in his PADD as he walked brisky down the corridor. He had been practicing his request in the mirror all morning. People get cosmetic sugery all the time, maybe his case was also special. He wasn't looking where he was going at all and had no idea he was on a collision path right towards a very tall Romulan!

He was hazily continuing on, in a daydreamy mode though he noticed the ensign on a direct collision course for him. He paused and looked at Nalas, stepping to the side. "Ensign?" He asked, seeing how he was buried in his PaDD and seemingly on autopilot.

Nalas looked up when he heard the man speak and quickly put his PADD behind his back, chuckling nervously. "O-OHH-- Sorry Lieutenant," Oh great, now he almost-- wait this guy was another Romulan? For the love of Cardassia, why were there two now? "Eh-ehe, I'm really sorry-- umm are you new here, sir?" Play it cool, he is a superior officer. Nalas had more than enough rules violations on his record, he couldn't risk and bad vibes with another superior. Plus, Romulans were the kind of guys to hold grudges, he couldn't just walk away.

"Yup, just transferred," he replied, a small and pleasant smile spreading across his lips. If anything, he was friendlier than a conventional romulan. "And no need to be sorry, we all get engulfed in things at times. What are you doing, if you don't mind my asking?" He questioned. He was intrigued by the small Bajoran and wished to have his curiosity satisfied.

Nalas nodded as the Romulan spoke, being as attentive as he could. The other seemed friendlier than the other Romulan he ran into in the turbolift, so maybe he would be more forgiving. The other's casual tone helped put his mind at ease, allowing Nalas to speak with a little more fluency in his voice. "Just doing some work, that's all," Right after he said those words the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end when he realised just what he said. Stupid, lying to a Romulan? Did he really lose his mind? He had to recover from this somehow. "Apologies in advanced, I am really not good at Standard," Ahh, pulling the 'I'm foreign' card. Smooth. At least this time it wasn't a lie. Anyone could tell just from Nalas' accent that he was indeed pretty weak with Standard. He spoke with a strange accent that sounded a bit like French, but not quite.

"I am not speaking Standard myself; this is where the universal translator comes in. I am speaking romulan, but I can always speak my first language, English," he replied, clicking his own UT off. His accent changed instantly- and he didn't suspect that Nalas was lying. He wasn't expecting him to lie. "How long've you been learning Standard, Mister...?" He questioned, accent shifting to a flowing midwestern accent. His speech seemed mellow, lips moving in sync to enunciate his words so he wouldn't be misunderstood.

This was going horribly. Maybe he should just accept his second title, Station Clown. 'Hello I am Nalas Za'ari, exobiologist and station clown', that was appropriate. "Since the academy," Nalas spoke softly, his eyes drifting away from the Romulan's face and down to the floor. "But I went to the French campus," Maybe all his anxiety was just in his head. This guy seemed nice, sure Nalas was the whole circus, but he didn't seem to mind. "I'm Cardassian in a Bajoran body."

He nodded as Nalas spoke, though the last statement made him pause and look him directly in the eye. Satok indeed had his consciousness swapped- he once was a human woman... did this bajoran undergo something similar? He simply stared in confusion, brow rising. A Cardassian in a Bajoran body? That mere thought would earn a slap from most Bajorans... "Uh... what? What do you mean? Please elaborate, I'm woefully confused..."

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The sudden eye contact was unexpected and very much not welcomed. Nalas gave the other a nervous smile as he fiddled with his earring with his right hand. He thought he was being clever, but alas his explanation seemed to only add more confusion. He should have just said he was Bajoran-Cardassian, why did he have to try and get creative with it? "Bajoran born, Cardassian raised. That's why I can only speak Cardassian," He didn't even try to make out the words in Standard, relying on his universal translator to make sense of his spoken Cardassian. "My name is Nalas Za'ari by the way, exobiologist," Perhaps his name would help clear up confusion. Or make it even worse. Named after Bajoran resistance fighter Li Nalas but bore the surname of a Cardassian Gul.

He knew little about Bajoran or Cardassian culture, though the explanation certainly cleared things up somewhat. He sighed and looked down the hallway, then back at Nalas. He certainly got a ton of information about the man, perhaps too much, but he understood. "Nice to meet you, Nalas Za'ari. I suppose you were raised in a different culture but... I..." He tried to formulate a sentence, failing. He wished to tell the other man that giving such info off the bat wasn't good when first meeting someone. Oh well. "I suppose you're off to get a physical or something right now since you're on the medical deck. Apologies for holding you up..."

"Y-Yeah, sorry again," Nalas made an utter fool of himself, but perhaps this would guarantee that if they were to cross paths again the wouldn't have another awkward conversation. Maybe this was a sign to resume his Cardassian mental training, he would not have a repeat of this incident. He bowed his head politely to the Romulan (despite his lack of braincells he remembered Romulans did not touch others). "Have a nice day Lieutenant," Nalas said before turning around and zooming down the corridor.

Comet approached the door to #sickbay-zone-02 and pressed the buzzer, waiting for an on duty doctor to permit them entry.

Down the hall again.

Hsarr padded down the hall, a small medkit in what was essentially a fanny pack around their waist. You never know with Wheatley.

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[D] Slightly concerned about his recently suffering eyesight, Sauk walked down the corridor towards #sickbay-zone-02 .

There he go, station clown and resident smooth brain.

Strolling down the hallwaaaayyyy. Sickbay, surgical ward, medical offices...and a-HA! General practice! And in he goes, still banging to his tunes.

Hsarr left #sickbay-zone-03 and entered #sickbay-zone-02 .

With his appointment finished, he scurried out of the room and headed down the corridor.

He walked slowly down the corridor.

[D] Sauk walked down the corridor, Shoe padding after him on a leashed harness, her bright red service animal vest proclaiming that she was a Cat With A Job. He had noticed that he was already more relaxed simply by her presence with him. He got to the door of #sickbay-zone-02 and pressed the buzzer, combing his fingers through his hair nervously. He had a checkup about his eye stuff, no big deal, he could survive, right?

When he heard the buzzer he stopped what he was doing and lept up. "Peter pan and Wendy by the-- the window," He muttered to himself as he shuffled to the door. "H-Hello! Please come in!"

They raced down the corridor.

After making sure Bright was treated, Hsarr walked down the corridor toward the turbolift. They had heard rumors that there was another Catian, and ex-Borg aboard the station.

Hop hop hop he goes.

“Just this way,” said Adill and led his companion towards #sickbay-zone-03

A’Ruk followed. The blood around his nose had dried by now. It really wasn’t crucial to go to sickbay, but there was no point in arguing with Adill.

He walked calmly down the corridor.

He walked down the corridor, off to work again.

A’Ruk was laughing at Adill’s remark when they made their way back to the turbolift.

Adill hadn’t even realised how much he had missed that laugh. It made a weird warmth spread in his chest. They entered the turbo lift together.

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Down the corridor and into #sickbay-zone-03.

To the lift with his Klingon stride!

To the general practice with his human-Ferengi stride, whatever that is!

She walked down the corridor to the sickbay.

Mo left the general practice. He'd had a meeting or something he was going to, but it got rescheduled to an hour later, so he had some time to engage in one of his favourite passtimes: retail therapy! He made his way down the hall to #deleted-channel.

"But don't you... I mean, in the war..." Dion kept losing his train of thought, squinting at the ceiling lights as though they were too bright.

A’Ruk frowned. “Yes?”, he said, trying to urge Eshen to specify what he meant.

Adill was the one to notice that something was definitely off. “Eshen?” He stopped for a moment, looking at him. “Eshen, look at me. What’s wrong?” His voice was rougher now, less conversational.

Dion, or Eshen, whoever he ever was, snapped back into reality. He looked at Adill, then A'Ruk, then Adill again. Then he shook his head and smiled. "Well, I admit... I've got a few cuts and scratches, doc. Better not dilly-dally!"

Adill grumbled in that busy fashion of his that meant he was definitely suspecting more than a few scratches. “Good, let’s get you to sickbay.” And with that he led all three of them into #sickbay-zone-02.

He walked down the hall with a blank expression, but it was clear from his tear-stained cheeks and eye bags that he wasn't having the greatest day. Or, month would be more accurate.

Knee no longer busted, Eshen hurtled down the corridors also a lot like a spring fawn.

He walked down the corridor.

To the lift with his forceful Klingon steps!

He went back to sickbay.

"Why not?" He asked raising an eyebrow as they made their way down to sickbay.

"Because they're weird. I don't really get along with a lot of Starfleet people, Well, aside from a couple. Like that silly Cardassian boy Nalas or Waiyau," She said as she headed towards #sickbay-zone-02.

Now accompanied by a rather interesting Vorta, Hsarr approached #turbolift.

She followed Hsarr, very excited abour her new glasses, but also not looking forward to being confined to her quarters. "Doctor, my quarters are flooded.. are you sure it's safe for me to go back? The floor is all wet."

Hsarr blinked. Then decided to COMM that Vulkling, Eshen, who she seemed rather fond of. “Doctor M’ow to Ensign K’Tann, I have Miss Aella here with me, I’d appreciate it if you would convince her to return to her quarters.*

Eshen exited the turbolift and walked up the hall towards them. "Hi, Hsarr! Been a while. We should get coffee again sometime. Aella, what's the problem?"

Hsarr smiled at the Ensign, nodding politely.

"ZHIMATA!" Aella immediately rushed to Eshen and gave him a hug. "I'm ok now Doctor, thank you so much!" She thanked Hsarr with the sweetest of smiles, waving to the Caitian. Frilly little ears and purple eyes, she was certainly a strange Vorta. "My quarters is wet, I can't go back there, please take me somewhere else? I know I can't do Starfleet stuff with you but I can't go back alone..."

Hsarr blinked, rather surprised by this, but fair enough, they supposed. They returned to #sickbay-zone-02.

Eshen returned the hug, then held her by the shoulders. "Hold on, why were you even in the hospital ring in the first place? Are you injured?"

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"Yes I was super injured! I tripped and fell coz of the water and my glasses broke. Thankfully Ughaz'udan escorted me here-- but disappeared, and Doctor M'ow gave me new glasses," She explained, speaking with her hands, acting completely innocent the whole time of course. Her long hair that was tied back in a pony tail was still frizzy as it was drying anad there were quite a lot of stray hairs now too.

Eshen sighed, remembering how shit her sight was without her glasses. "I understand losing a minor disability aid is quite distressing, but there's a lot of unpredictable stuff happening on the ship right now. You should only be moving into areas that might be unsafe if you absolutely know your quarters are dangerous. All civilians are supposed to be in the lower habitat ring, so I can't take you to my quarters either."

"But i'm scared Zhimata, what should I do? My quarters is all flooded," Aella looked into Eshen's eyes, making the pleading face. She really didn't want to have to go to her quarters, especially because she felt like she was always there when the fun happened.

Oh no. The Look. "I suppose I could ask a superior if staying at my quarters would be okay? Or I could try and contact someone I know in Ops to get the issue fixed." Eshen knew a lot people; he could ask, like, Ronnie the Replicator Guy or something.

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"Yes please! Wait you are roommates with ratman-- I mean Nalas, right? I am sure he won't mind if I sit on your couch," Aella's face lit up ar the suggestion to stay in Eshen's quaters. Of course Nalas wouldn't be there, but she liked the idea of waiting for her Zhimata's return and welcoming him with open arms after all this was over.

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Eshen nodded and quickly comm'd a superior officer, who gave him permission for Aella to stay in his quarters. "There. I'll escort you back, but I can't stay."

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"Thank you Zhimata, you're so kind to me, I appreciate it," Aella said, totally not pulling this whole stunt so she could see Eshen's beautiful face again and be hugged by his wonderfully strong Klingon-Vulcan arms again.

[D] Eshen ~~teleported~~ escorted Aella to #deleted-channel.

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They padded down the hall, tail dragging behind them.

There it went, the three headed furby down the corridor, slithering and stopping occasionally to look around.

Mo walked down the corridor, imminently about to be devoured by Furberus.

The furby squeaked at Mo, but ultimately moved to the side to let the Captain pass in peace.

Mo just stared for a few seconds. Then he thought 'nope, not in the mood', remembered he had the sweet, sweet power of delegation, and Commed Alizati. [Comms] "Alizati, there appears to be a rogue Furby-Hydra in the hospital corridor. Please come get it." Then he walked to #sickbay-zone-02.

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He walked into the corridor, saw his furby and scooped them up with a single swift motion before turning back around into the lift again.

After Ava’s visit to sickbay to check in on Mika, she went to the lifts.

Mo walked from #sickbay-zone-02 to this corridor, then messaged Jericho to come accompany him as he talked to Dagis. Soon enough he arrived, though the roleplayer was busy so there would be no official tupper appearance from him, and Mo made his way into the #intensive-care-unit.

Namika was finally out of sickbay and she made her way to the lifts.

After their medical heart-to-heart with Vialara, Hsarr left sickbay and headed down the corridor to the turbolifts.

Last time she’d been in this corridor, she’d felt wonderfully free, finally out of sickbay! And now, she was going back. Ugh!

Zoom! Hsarr was running down the corridor to the lift, weaving through a small stream of other medical officers.

Our southern sweetie stepped of the turbolift and headed toward #emergency-department.

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Together, Wheatley and Hsarr began the walk to...somewhere. Hsarr was too dazed and overwhelmed to make decisions.

Wheatley was gently guiding them down the hallway and into the turbolift.

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Right after the doors to the lift opened, Nalas run out of there at Threshold™️ speed.

Quinn exited the turbolift and began to make their way down the corridor, reading the navigational signs posted throughout carefully in order to memorise the layout and their route to work. They had already looked at deck plans prior to arriving, but being here in person was different. Once they arrived at sickbay they entered.

She truly didn't want to, but P'Nelar stepped out of the turbolift and sighed dramatically. "I really don't need this, Renakir..." She complained, looking uncomfortable to even be here. "I mean...I'm not sick! So there's no point!" She exclaimed. "No reason at all for me to be here," She was really trying to stick her point to the hybrid.

Renakir stepped off of the lift and walked beside P'Nelar, fluffy hand still in his own. "Well I want to rule out the possibility of this being a virus or some sort of fatigue. Come on, it'll only take a moment and I'll even stay with you if you'd like," Renakir stopped walking and turned to his friend. He was much taller than her so he had to bend his knees so they could look at each other at eye level. Renakir's bright silver eyes looking at his friend's yellow ones. "Please, for me? I'm worried about you, you're a precious friend to me," He said, giving his own version of the face.

Well, shit. It appeared that uno'd P'Nelar was still susceptible to the pleading face. She let out a huff, tail lashing behind her in irritation as she rolled her eyes. "Fine. Sure. Whatever. Let's get this over with, I guess," She said with clear bitterness, slowly moving towards the door of #sickbay-zone-02. She truly did not want to do this.

They padded down the hall to the turbolifts.

Max picked Anthony up and slung his arm over her shoulder, she the walked him into the dispensary. She didn't have anything left to talk about, so she remained silent for the time being.

walking alongside Max, putting his weight on her. His head bobbed as he fought to stay awake. "Your a good friend Max. That program was awesome. When you get that bug fixed, I'd love to try and race you. I think I understand the controls." He said with a lethargic voice.

"i Am HaPpY tO hEaR yOu SaY tHaT. iT's BeEn SuCh A lOnG tImE sInCe I'vE hAd A fRiEnD. mOsT jUsT....tOlErAtE mY eXiStEnCe." Max explained

"I hope you stay on the station for a while" Anthony said very sleepily. "So we can hang out more often. That was great."

"i WiLl TaLk MoRe AbOuT tHaT oNcE mY vOiCe MoDuLaToR iS fIxEd. I dO rEqUiRe SuRgIcAl ToOlS fOr ThAt."

Anthony laughed, and stumbled a bit. "OK Max. Your a great pilot by the way. It was an honor to see you at work."

Dodging the two random people in the corridor, Nalas headed to sickbay.

Max helped Anthony the rest of the way to #sickbay-zone-02 as he instructed.

Alex exited the turbolift into the corridor, and made his way to the general practice in order to get signed off for Starfleet duties.

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Alex made his way back to the turbolifts, where he would make his journey to the constabulary ring.

Throughout the remainder of the turbolift ride, Elias had watched Mo carefully, maintaining a respectful silence to allow him to think. Part of them was a bit concerned, but they didn't want to pry. They would keep an eye on him, though. They had tried to determine his expression - thoughtfulness? Loneliness? Longing? It was hard to tell, but they felt both sympathy and curiosity. Deciding to allow it to slip past, they smiled. "Isopods? You're an animal guy, aren't you?" Again, they carefully watched his face. They couldn't imagine they would do well on their own like that, despite the company of animals. They wondered if that was part of the reason why Mo had so many. Animals were nice, but they didn't have the complexity that humans did.

Oh that was absolutely the reason Mo had so many. "I am. I've been thinkin' about gettin' some fish recently. I like things that need... Management." Like the whole station. That's right: 777 was just one big isopod enclosure. "And animals that are 'weird' or 'ugly'. I don't like people who can't see past exteriors," Mo continued, walking into #sickbay-zone-02.

Re-entering the corridor, Elias turned to wait for Mo, before asking, "Captain, perhaps a different method of holding Bandit would be suitable. I can carry her as well, if you'd like."

Mo eyed Ensign Leo Sparkles Murrow. "I'm not sure she would be comfortable that near Ensign Leo Sparkles Murrow just yet," he said, removing Bandit from his shoulder and holding her like a babby. "I do admit, my arms are gettin' tired, though, and so am I. Perhaps I might return to my quarters so I don't have to carry 'er everywhere. It's been nice meetin' you again, though, Murrow."

They dipped their head. "And you, Captain. Thank you the the company." Ensign Leo Sparkles Murrow's head popped up out of the bag, and he leaned over and headbutted Mo's side one last time, chirping. Elias smiled. "I'll probably go back to the park for a little longer. Until next time."

For a brief moment he considered inviting Elias to his quarters so he could show them his isopods, but they hadn't really met enough times for that. Maybe someday. Instead, he nodded. "'Til next time. But keep me updated on that raptor. I'm the Station Commander, I like to be informed of these things." And, you know, have basic social interaction with other people. He held Bandit in one arm so he could give Ensign Leo Sparkles Murrow a quick pat, then departed.

"But of course." They watched him leave, a bit wistfully, but still feeling secretly elated that they had interacted with someone, on multiple occasions no less. So far, most people they had met they hadn't seen again, the exception being Quinn. They stood tall cheerfully, before departing as well.

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She walked to #sickbay-zone-03, ready for whatever she’d have to do.

He entered the #sickbay-zone-02, looking very much worse for wear.

Dressed in their medical uniform, they exited a turbolift and began walking down the corridor, humming a tune. They were excited for today's duty shift. Not for any particular reason; they always got excited for duty shifts.

Another doctor was walking in the same corridors, and thought he spent enough time looking around the station. Voris barely did much in his quarters, just leaving his suitcase there. He kept on a tidy uniform, a laboratory coat, and had a walking can with flower engravements on it. The Vulcan-Andorian spotted the crewman. "Are you also headed to the sickbay?"

"Yes!" They nodded politely and smiled, remarking the other's medical uniform. "I'm Lieutenant Junior Grade Elias Murrow, heading to sickbay for my duty shift? And you?"

"I'm also headed that way. I just arrived and I want to be able to make a good impression on the senior officers..." He glanced at his feet and cane for a brief moment.

"Hey, you're gonna do great. And welcome! Our chief medical officer is amazing. You have nothing to worry about." They smiled again and patted him on the shoulder, if he allowed them to. "He's really great! As a matter of fact, I just finished a scavenger hunt with them..." They trailed off, lost in thought. "Anyway, is this your first post?"

"Yes.. in Startfleet at least. I don't talk about my previous medical jobs for... reasons." He shook his head. "What is the Cheif Medical Officer like?" He wanted to know, what did the crewman mean by that? (edited)

"She's very good-natured. All of our senior staff are, really. I respect her a lot." Well, they'd only met two of the senior staff, so they couldn't speak for all of them. But no matter. "Very collected, and great at what she does." (edited)

"Sounds nice... I still am nervous. But then who isn't nervous on their first post? I even skipped the role of Ensign..." Though he did keep a grin on his face, his tense stature was more clear on his nerves.

They looked interested. "Skipped Ensign? Oh, but you did say you had a previous medical job... I know you said you didn't want to talk about that, but is that why you skipped Ensign? Previous experience?"

"Precisely... Something I don't talk of happened and I wanted a change of pace. At least I know I have fellow crewmen looking out for me." He sighed. "I lost my legs from there."

"Ah. I see." Their voice was softer in a sympathetic way."Well, yes, if you ever need help with anything I'm your guy. Or if you just want to talk." They smiled at him, hoping it conveyed how much they meant what they had said. Poor guy... "I'm sure this will be much more enjoyable than your last job, if I'm understanding what you've said about it. People are quite accepting here, and I haven't met anyone unkind as of yet!"

"Ah.. that's a relief. I had heard Starfleet was more inclusive too so that's why I decided to join. Plus they saved me once. Thought I could help more people in Starfleet." He tapped his cane. "Well I look forward working with you."

"And I with you." They smiled, and the two walked into sickbay together.

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He walked down the corridor!

She walked toward the turbolifts, unsure what to make of everything. She was a bit drained, but nothing too bad.

At the end of her workday Mirrim made her way down the corridor to the lift.

Alizati gestured for Jamie to walk in front of him as he held his arm out to the side to prevent the turbolift doors from closing prematurely. There were a few people walking through the corridors, but it was not crowded at all. He watched Jamie's movements closely, protective and watchful father mode.

She followed closely behind, making sure to keep her steps in an orderly, quick-paced manner. She was only slightly behind the towering commander, with slight spring in her walk.

Alizati kept looking back to make sure Jamie was following. He didn't want to risk her getting lost in the crowd. Despite having long legs, he kept his strides short so he wouldn't move too fast for the shorter officer. Thank Surak that people were considerate on the station and they all moved out of the way to allow the two engineers to pass. He headed towards #sickbay-zone-03 walking slowly close to the wall.

Jayrehi was glancing down, occasionally up, to check where she was going. She followed behind Alizati in a synchronized step, as they entered the room.

Quinn quickly exited sickbay with a medical kit over their shoulder and Vialara following them. The two jogged towards the nearest turbolift, of which they promptly entered. (edited)

Halcyon walked into the corridor, humming a lil tune.

T'she ran towards sick bay, anticipating an influx of patients effected by the sleeping gas in abnormal ways.

Leaving the sickbay, he looked at his ripped uniform whilst walking. His uniform caught the attention of passers, crewmen and officers alike but he only smiled back as if ignoring it, heading straight to the turbolift. His next stop was the physics lab he had left from earlier, it was to continue his duty.

Having left the epohh in Sickbay, C’Sara booked it to the lifts.

Jijix stood in the corridor. He was a security officer, he should be rounding up the intruders. A hand went to his waist where a phaser usually sat. He cursed at himself. Of course it wouldn't be there. Why would Valak have allowed him a weapon in the brig? He went to the turbolifts.

In the medical corridors, one of the escaped prisoners was stalking around corners, trying to just cause some damage as payback for being locked up. This prisoner was a tall man, blue skin, antennae, Andorian most likely. In his hands he carried a knife he picked up from the tubes.

T'she had just stepped out of the sick bay, stretching their arms out and trying to loosen up some of their muscles from such a long time on alert. It seemed like things were finally calming down, and that was most likely a good thing. There was something in the back of their mind, however, the shadow of something that they had most likely forgotten in the scramble to retain other information.

Suddenly out of nowhere, the Andorian jumped out from behind T'She and threw himself at the nurse. He had his knife in hand in an attempt to lay a few scratches on their back for a surprise attack!

T'she heard the movement and whipped around, stepping sideways in an attempt to dodge -- an attempt not wholly successful 'How could they have forgotten the prisoners on the loose?' They chastised themself as they tried to formulate a new plan, one that would not get them stabbed or scratched further than they already had been. There was a hostile presence in front of them, and they did not have any security personnel around to try and handle the situation. So, they deduced, that they would have to fight the attacker themself. They had no weapons, but they did have their legs -- and the advice of some self defense classes taken when they were a child. It was enough for them to attempt to roundhouse kick their attacker in the torso.

The man easily dodged the kick and quickly recognised the stranger in front of him to be Vulcanoid. They would need to be careful as this person would most likely possess the strength of a Vulcanoid and able to do some damage if their hits landed. The Andorian then lunged at T'she, knife in hand swinging it around in an attempt to shock his enemy and make them back up. Perhaps land a few scratches on their arms, but their movements were erractic and not exactly aimed at any specific body part.

"Calm yourself" T'she spoke as their eyes tracked the motion of the knife, the glint against the sterile backdrop of the corridor enough to give them pause for a moment. They needed to remember their training. They told themself inwardly. They dodged to the side again, specifically the side opposite the hand the Andorian held the knife in. Even if it took a few milliseconds longer for the knife to make contact, even if it was only slightly weaker, it was still the most logical position. This time they tried to punch their attacker, as kicking would only serve to telegraph their movements unnecessarily. T'she's movements were quick and precise, the opposite of their opponent.

The man caught himself when he tripped forward since T'she had moved out of the way. The punch landed on their shoulder of the arm not holding the knife, causing them to coil back towowards the wall. He spoke no words but charged once more at the Vulcanoid with his knife held firmly in his hand in an attempt to land a couple more slashes. The punch definitely destabled him, but he still had some fight in him.

T'she knew that they could not hope to face this head on, however, the combatant had been destabilized, which offered them a chance. It was not honorable, not in the slightest, but T'she never worried themself when it came to such things, especially when their life could be on the line. They attempted to further destabilize their opponent by sweeping his legs out from under him. If they were quick enough, they would probably avoid any scratches, however, the window of opportunity was very thin.

The Andorian fell backwarsd when T'She gave their second kick, a successful move from the Vulcanoid! The man dropped his knife and was quickly trying to get up to get it back.

"Surrender yourself." T'she's voice was firm as they moved to kick the knife away, hoping to divest this person of their weapon completely. Part of them was surprised that their gambit had gone so well, however, that surprise was quickly muted by the acceptance of fact, and the simple aspect that they had not finished fighting yet.

The knife was indeed kicked away and the Andorian was unarmed. He raised his hands above his head, well it wa sa good run while it lasted. "What are you gonna do to me? Put me in the brig? I don't care."

"Yes actually. I am going to restrain you and put you in the brig, as that is where you should be." They walked forward to place one of the transport tags on this Andorian, eyes narrowed and sharp. "Whether you care or not has little to do with it."

The man was successfully tagged and looked at the Vulcanoid with a defeated expression. It only took a couple seconds for him to be beamed to the brig.

T'she sighed before they decided that perhaps it was safer inside the sick bay, where there was a replicator, and also less chance of ambush.

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T'she stepped out of the sick bay, having finally finished their shift. They needed a break, to change their clothes, and to maybe get some rest, and to do that they needed to go back to their quarters and collapse on their bed. They walked to the turbolift, trying not to look as tired as they felt.

Nora strode down the hall, and began idly humming a peppy tune. "So, what's your favorite kind of music?" she asked Jayrehi behind her, having to turn her head at an awkward goofy angle to look backwards while still walking forwards.

“Um, old stuff really, 60’s, some 70’s, I like a bit of the 90’s too..” she said, trying to think of more. She sort of paced up to walk beside Nora, so she didn’t have to look back as far.

"Oooo late 20th century is my jaaam!" Nora said, grooving out a little bit. "Especially rock and roll, it's just so energetic and cool and everything i wanna be!"

“Oooh? I love Rock ‘n Roll too!” she said, jumping slightly. She felt a growing sense of happiness, that was rather nice, so she smiled.

"Yeah yeah, classic rock it is. Everything from Chuck Berry to Feverslip, who are actually from the 21st century but their style is as classic as any." She started imitating drums with her hands. "So that's the plan, and my friend, i'll tell you wheeeeennnn!" she says melodically, apparently quoting a song lyric.

“Ah true, though I’m far more familiar with the earlier pioneers than anyone after.” she chuckled, imitating a crash cymbal when Nora finished her singing.

"That's quite alright. We can learn about eachother's preferred subgenres along the way," she said, antennae waving happily. She stopped in front of a doorway, or rather, almost completely past it. "Ah, here's the door to the main area. You don't have to come in with me if you don't want, but you're welcome to!" she told Jayri with a smile and a shrug.

"Of course I'll go." she said. "Why wouldn't I?" she followed behind Nora, as the two entered.

Aoife walked out of the turbolift and made a bealine for #sickbay-zone-03.

Aoife darted through the hallway and back she went into the turbolift.

They walked towards sickbay in silence.

As she walked to the turbolift, the Vau N’Akat found herself thinking about what this away mission would entail. With her previous posting having been aboard a medical starbase it meant that it had been a while since she had been part of any away mission, and that length of time between was somewhat unnerving… As was the fact that she hadn’t met many officers from other divisions made it equally so. But it would be fine! It would all be fine – she was just good at worrying.

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[D] T'she walked through the corridors, their hands behind their back as they made their way to their shift. They were looking forward to it, even, for the first time in a while. They had to admit, they enjoyed their work, even if some days were definitely difficult to deal with, that was just what they had to expect given their role as a nurse. Not every day was going to be sunshine and roses. As they were lost in their thoughts, they came across someone else, heading in the same direction that they were. "Hello," their tone was even, standard for T'she and the vulcan-ness that they tried to project unto the world.

[D] El-Zektis had been making his way to his first shift, but had found himself very lost on the way to medical, and was simply walking what he assumed to be the general direction of sickbay, hoping that he would somehow stumble across it when he heard someone speaking to him. They turned around, deactivating his PADD as he did to see who had spoken to him, breathing a sigh of relief when they saw it was a fellow medical officer. He threw them a grateful smile and a small wave. "Hello there! Do you by chance know the way to sickbay? The corridors here are nothing short of a labyrinth!" He said with a chuckle, shaking his head at his lack of directional sense.

T'she nodded slowly, listening to the plight of their fellow medical officer before they offered an answer. After all, what sort of officer would they be if they did not help those around them? "I do know the way. If you would like, you can follow me and I can lead you there," an offer that they did not make lightly, but one that they made nonetheless. They started to make their way towards sickbay again before something crossed their mind. They had not introduced themself! Another sigh and they decided to do just that. "Tamura T'she. I am a nurse, most people on this station refer to me as T'she, so you may as well," They finished as they looked to their new companion.

Their face shifted from the slightly stressed grimace to a wide, happily dimpled smile, nodding emphatically at their offer. "Oh my gosh! Yes please! Odds are low I would have made it there on time if I was on my own!" They said with a chuckle, his hand outstretched in a 'continue on' gesture. He was happy to simply walk alongside T'she as they made thier way to sickbay. He turned to give them another bright smile when they introduced themselves, giving a small little wave in response before placing a hand on their chest to introduce himself. "Oh! A nurse! Neat!" He said enthusiastically. "I'm El-Zektis Tarka! I'm a paramedic! I suppose we will being working together frequently then!" They said happily, excited to meet a workmate so soon.

"I am sure we will be working together frequently often, something that I am looking forward to," The nurse spoke evenly, though they seemed to be just a touch excited to have someone new to work with, especially someone who they would be working closely with. Nevertheless, they continued on their way to the sickbay, navigating the halls almost like it was second nature -- they had been there long enough for it to have been. "Sickbay is just ahead, there is a shortcut if you go through some of these lesser used corridors, though I do not suggest taking that route until you better understand the common way to get to sickbay, as it is even more confusing at times," they finished as they pointed to both the corridors and the door in question.

"Same here!" They said with a bright smile, before happily following along with T'she, making sure to make a mental map of the route, not wanting to end up horrendously lost once again. When they stopped, Zek looked around, once again carefully catalouging where everything was, for future reference. He gave T'she a thumbs up at the advice and responded. "Thank you! I think this will keep me from making too many laps around the deck!" They said with a laugh, before gesturing to the door. "Is your duty shift about to start too?" They asked with a curious tilt of their head.

"It is," They answered simply before they looked at the door, eyes glancing back over to Zek after a moment. "I would wish you luck, if I believed in such a thing. But I know you are qualified and will perform adequately," it was a vote of confidence from T'she.

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Of course, it only made sense that she didn't actually sneeze until she was right outside of the general practice room. Perfect. Excellent. At least she knew she wasn't like, sick, sick. Right? Wait, maybe she was. Oh, no. New fear unlocked as she walked into #sickbay-zone-03 .

As he had suspected was going to happen, Vara'l as he departed the counselling offices and reunited with his son, was indeed 'forced' to surrender the snack he'd acquired. Following this, Vara'l and his son departed in the direction of the Turbolift. (edited)

It was his first day at work, and while he had looked at the map for the medical level, he didn't know where anything was; his sense of direction still wasn't the greatest. "General practice... I should probably go for a general check-up sometime soon..." he mumbled to himself, trying to get a sense of the layout of the deck. Everything was a lot bigger here than he was used to from his past years on a starship.

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[D] Having just finished his shift, Teekah, still clad in his white and blue uniform, ambled out of sickbay and out into the corridor, only to spot another medical officer who looked desperately lost. With a bright, fangy grin, Teekah softly waved to them, tilting his head curiously. When he spoke his voice, after a long shift possessed much more hissing tones over his lightly accented Londoner standard. “Hello there friend! Is everything quite alright? You look a tad lost!”

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Startled slightly by the sudden voice, Alin looked up, only to see a happy-looking Gorn waving at him, wearing the medical blue. He rolled his shoulders back and straightened up to make a good impression, before grinning lopsidedly and waving back. "Hello! Uhm, yes, I do seem that way, huh? I just- it's my first day here, and my transfer was a little..." he thought about it for a moment. Given that he didn't want to reveal exactly how he left his previous posting, he had to pick his words a little carefully. "Haphazard, I think would describe it. So I've just been trying to get a sense of where everything is? But everything is very big on starbases, and my sense of direction is very poor." He gesticulated heavily when speaking, and seemed to shrink in on himself a little when admitting his personal limitation. Which didn't work quite as well for a 6'5 Klingon as for others, but it conveyed his embarrassment clearly enough.

Teekah blinked twice, unsure what the stranger meant by haphazard, but figured it would be rude to ask them to elucidate further, instead just followed along as they waved their arms about, fascinated if the practice was something their species did, or if it was just them especially that was so animated. Either way, he continued to radiate a bright smile and soft, comforting prescence, his bedside manner impeccable even when interacting with colleagues rather than patients. “I understand that! I’ve just recently started figuring this place out myself! It’s a labyrinth to put it mildly!” He said with a soft, hissy chuckle. “I’m Nurse Teekah! And you are?”

"Oh, of course, sorry! I'm Doctor Alin, the new psychiatrist?" The intonation was more of a question than a statement, really. Alin stuck out his right hand, offering to shake Teekah's. "Although, maybe I'm on the crew roster as q'Reth? I don't think Starfleet understands quite yet that if I put my father's name as part of my full name, I don't actually want them to call me that," he added, smiling a bit. He looked over Teekah as he spoke, trying to get a better idea of what he's like. He'd never had a full conversation with a Gorn before, so this was quite exciting to him.

Teekah lit up with recognition, remembering hearing that a new psychiatrist was due to join the staff during the weekly briefing. With a bright grin, Teekah carefully shook the proferred hand with his own massive, clawed one, making sure not to scratch or injure the other medical officer. “I believe you are listed as q’Reth, if you want that changed, I’m sure administration would be glad to do that for you! I know how hectic it can be the first bit of a new posting, it took me a week to get my colleagues to use my first name instead of my last!” He said with a soft, hissy chuckle, sounding like one of the ‘rain sticks’ you could find on Earth.

Alin grinned at the recognition, his handshake firm, possibly firmer than he intended it to be. "Nah, my dad is pretty cool, I don't mind it so much. It's just not how Klingon names work, y'know? But it's really not worth the hassle." He paused, looking around a little, before continuing. "Say, would you mind showing me around? I always remember things better when someone explains them to me," he asked tentatively, clearly not wanting to bother Teekah if he could help it.

Teekah nodded, not really understanding what was meant by how Klingon names worked, not being versed in Klingon culture unlike many of his people, and just grinned, pretending like he did in the moment. “Oh absolutely, they can be crazy sometimes!” Teekah nodded, gesturing toward the rest of the corridor. “Of course! I had to have someone do the same for me, the medical wing corridors are especially confusing!”

Alin moved in the direction Teekah gestured, waiting for him to catch up so they could walk side by side. "I find corridors of all kinds troublesome, to be honest. They all look the same and it takes a really long time before I get used to finding my way. And then the different turbolifts put you on different parts of the hall..." Alin sighed dramatically. "And I could ask the computer about it, but if it just tells me where to go every time I never learn." He really sounded a little upset by this, but also as if he was trying not to show it. "So, what got you interested in Medicine? You don't see people of our- our physiques- take up the Medical profession frequently." It was clear he was referring to their ancestries, even though he didn't like phrasing it that way. He didn't even enjoy asking the question, but he was very curious, and not quick enough with words to phrase it in a more sensitive way.

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“Oh absolutely! After a while, I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it though!” He said happily, taking slow, measured steps to keep up with the smaller medical officer. “Actually, my Mother! She’s been a nurse for as long as I can remember, and seeing her helping people, making their lives better, it was just something that I couldn’t help but want to do myself.” He said with a fond smile, thinking about the fond look his Mother always had when she was at work at the Starfleet clinic in their little corner of London. “It definitely is on the rarer side for individuals like us, which is truly sad in all honesty. What made you get into it?”

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Alin nodded along as Teekah spoke, brightning up when he mentioned his mom. "My mom is a biologist, and she likes talking about her work, so she got me interested too! And I'd always wanted to travel, since my parents come from all over this side of the galaxy, so studying medicine at Starfleet was kind of the natural extension of those things," he explained, his hands waving all over the place again as he started getting excited. "I think my mom- other mom, the Klingon one- was a little disappointed I didn't go into command or something, but I'm planning on passing the bridge officer's test sometime in the future, which I think she'll be happy about. And my mom- the Cardassian one- has always encouraged me to be different and not fall into stereotypes, which definitely gave me the courage to continue my studies when I had no classmates to relate to, like at all. So yeah, my moms definitely influenced my going to Starfleet and studying medicine, too." Alin's massive, toothy grin was infectious, but did nothing to hide the fact that he just dropped some of the most confusing family dynamics ever on a colleague he just met. Still, his excitement was palpable and turned his face into something almost boyish.

Teekah nodded along happily as Alin spoke, glad that he seemed to have such a close relationship to his Mothers, and that they too were inspirations for him to join Starfleet and go into medical. He always found it nice when those of a more nurturing nature found their way into the field of healing, one that could take as many people as it could get. Teekah grinned just as brightly, happy to have found someone with similar passions to his own and such a bright, positive worldview. "That's fantastic! I'm so glad you have such positive relationships with your parents, I know that many, sadly, do not have the experience that we do. I too have a positive relationship with my Mother and an equally positive one with my Father, though he is the proprietor of a transport company, so his field of experience is quite different."

Alin smiled, happy to hear Teekah had a similar experience to himself. It wasn't uncommon for parents from any species to disregard their children's wishes in their expectations, but especially the more culturally traditional tended to have trouble with their children going off and doing their own thing. "Yeah, I'm glad too. My parents all took great care of me when I was younger, and I still speak to them all regularly. When I have to listen to patients whose parents couldn't or didn't do the same, my heart breaks a little every time." Alin stared out in front of him a little, before smiling again. "But that's why we do what we do, right? To help people in any way we can."

“Oh my gosh, I’m of the same mind! It is definitely one of the hardest things for people in our field to deal with day-to-day.” He said with a nod, agreeing with the other officer. As they walked, Teekah occasionally pointed out and then ducked their heads into places of interest, like the ICU, casualty ward and the meeting room. Once they had made a full lap of the entire medical facilities, Teekah spread his arms wide, a bright smile on his face. “Well, that was about it! There are some ancillary facilities spread out in other parts of the station for emergencies of course, but this is the really important bit! Hopefully that was a little helpful, though, if you are anything like me, you will still be getting lost for a while longer!” He said with a soft, hissy chuckle. “Is there anything else I can help you with Sir?”

Alin tried his very best to pay close attention to what Teekah was showing him. He felt he could understand the layout of the deck a little better already, though he was probably going to have to ask the computer a few times anyway. "Oh, just call me Alin, please! And, uh, no, I think that's about it. Thank you so much, Nurse Teekah, your help means the world to me." [D] With a last handshake and a few more pleasantries exchanged, Alin and Teekah departed in different directions. Alin made one last loop around the medical level, in hopes of memorising everything a little better, before also leaving the deck for some downtime, and a chance to let his head really absorb all the information acquired today. What a pleasant fellow, that Teekah.

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Away from Sickbay, Ressa mentally chastised herself for her slip-up in front of people higher in rank than her as she speed-walked down the hallway.

Soon after Ressa exited sickbay Quinn did the same, emergency medical kit in hand. Speed walking, they soon managed to catch their colleague up due to their longer stride length, as the two headed to the nearest turbolift, which just so happened to be #deleted-channel.

Giant medical bag in tow, Alanna walked into the turbolift not entirely sure what to expect down in Engineering, hopefully it was only a small major incident.

With as much grace as he could muster, Teekah jogged down the corridor to the lift, praying that there would be no turbolift shenanigans today of all days.

Wordlessly, Voris shuffled over to the turbolifts. In urgent situations such as this, he can be surprisingly agile despite using a cane. Though he doesn't do this often due to his hips and only will do this in an emergency event.

Ressa walked into Sickbay.

Rakim followed the other out onto the corridor and turned as he fell silent. The El-Aurian, moving swiftly as he then closed the Jeffries tube hatch behind them. Better safe than sorry after all. "Final leg of the trip now." Rakim observed as he looked around to see if there were tribbles around.

Shortly after he completed that sweep of the area, Rakim quickly inputted a query into the chatroom of all things and then proceeded to reach for his Combadge. With a moment's hesitation as he ran through potential people to com before the response in the chatroom decided things for him and he tapped his badge "Lieutenant Commander Rakim to Lieutenant Tr'Lareth-Morvar, wanted to pass some data on if you've not already encountered it, computer scan of the tribbles in the Senior crew corridors turned up that the tribbles reproduction rate there is ten times higher than the average."

[COMM] "Understood, I will take that into consideration. I have no proof yet, but I feel safe in assuming that the dust may have something to do with that. Thank you, Lieutenant Commander."

Rakim continued down the corridor as he headed toward the destination he and the lieutenant had agreed upon, the sickbay.

There was a mass of tribbles at Rakim's feet, some sticking to him as he moved!

Rakim stopped after a moment and proceeded to give one booted foot several short sharp shakes as he attempted to dislodge them. As he did so he looked to the Lieutenant with him and coughed. "I'd say from their presence that reaching our destination may fast become problematic. " He observed calmly.

The tribbles fell off with a soft squeaking noise before trying to move back to stick to Rakim.

Rakim moved away from the tribbles who tried to stick to him and waited as he watched the tribbles carefully. The El-Aurian, as he waited, withdrew his tricorder from its waist holster as he considered the odd tribbles.

The tricorder showed the same readings as before, the tribbles reproductive organs were operating at nearly twice the normal rate, however ofr the cannibal tribbles they were not reproducting but their fur glittered under the light as it hoovered up the smaller tribbles. This was the skin of a killer, the sparkly cannibal tribbles!

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"Maybe those ones should be called cannibal hoover tribbles." Rakim mused softly as he watched the cannibals work and eventually started to scan them. "Hm" He hummed. "Not reproducing at the same rate." The El-Aurian softly observed.

As fast as the three cannibal tribbles worked, the tinier normal tribbles were reproducing way faster than them and were now forming a tall pile in front of Rakim and closing in on him again.

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[D] Almost out of nowhere, a silvery, hazy energy field, softly crackled into life in the middle of the corridor, zapping power from every electronic device it touched. Thankfully the station had an abundance of power to feed back into the drained consoles to have them operational again after mere seconds...for now... (edited)

Ten was on his way to his shift when the energy surge passed him. First a brief headache. He was used to headaches he thought nothing of it at first. His vision in his right eye cut to static for a few seconds, this was abnormal, he also seemed to be experiencing a mild visual hallucination. He pulled out his tricorder, as he grabbed it with his right hand, the cybernetic limb involuntary clenched and broke the device. The energy wave finished passing over Ten. And he returned to normal. "Tricorder!" He yelled as the device fell to the ground breaking in half (edited)

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T'she had exited the turbo lift, and almost silently, they started to make their way to their post. They had a job to do after all, and they were going to do it, like they always did. They were not one to shirk their duties.

T'she heard about an away mission, and beyond that, they learned that they were on this away mission, and so, they turned back to the turbolift.

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The Elder walked into the corridor and waited for Copia. He did not know where the counselors were and therefore needed to follow them. Yoro’clis should his head and smiled sympathetically, somewhat confused and somewhat proud. The Starfleet officers seemed to think that he was some sort of philosopher. Tennibrook had even called him a warrior poet. The Elder was not used to being described by such titles. He was a warrior, a solider, an honored elder, a veteran, and little else. Yoro’clis had acted as a mentor and teacher before but was not used to anything like this. “I am just a simple solider with a few stories to tell and a few lessons so share, nothing more. Still, I will do what I can.”

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Regardless, Copia applauded Yoro'clis - not actually aloud, but in her head - for being so open and honest about his battle experiences. This was not an easy thing for her to process, and would certainly take her time to let it fully sink in. But he was such a valuable resource in that regard, Copia would certainly wish to consult him again for things like that. "And you are doing well, sir," Copia said. "If I may say so myself. While I am not as familiar as you are in the tactical environment, your insights have allowed me to rethink everything I originally suspected I knew about battle, and about duty. It is an honor having you as a fellow officer." Copia approached the entrance to the #counselling-office-01 and pressed the doorbell. "This is where the counselling offices are. This specific one is apparently classified as Lily."

Yoro'clis nodded, taking in what he was hearing. He knew that honor meant very different things to different people but was still proud to get such a compliment. The Elder had been struggling to adjust to his new role and placement after all. Perhaps he had found his place on the station, or at least the start of it. He was just glad to have what he did. "Thank you Lieutenant, it is an honor to serve with you as well. If you ever need any more advice or simply a veteran to talk to do not be afraid to send a message." He looked at the door in front of him, still not fully understanding what went on behind it. Yoro'clis knew that it was now time for Copia to leave and do whatever it was that they eneded to do. "Well, I believe that this is where we part. Goodbye Lieutenant Copia."

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Copia bowed slightly to Yoro'clis, smiling at him, with a newfound respect for Yoro'clis, and everything he stood for. "Your offer is appreciated, sir. I shall pursue it when I can. Until now, sir!" Copia turned to face the door, and rang the doorbell to the #counselling-office-01.

[D] Alin had just left one of the other offices, and had intended on going down to one of his colleagues in the sick bay to ask for a second opinion on something. Instead, he walked down the corridor and found a lost android standing in front of the door to the lily counselling office. He checked his PADD, but there wasn't anyone scheduled to be in there at the moment, so it couldn't be that they were waiting to be called in for a session. "Can I help you, Lieutenant?" he asked, approaching the android. "That office is empty right now, so whoever you're looking for is probably not on duty right now."

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Copia immediately saw Alin and didn't recognize him, but recognized him as at least someone who might have an answer to who could help. "Ah! Yes, sir, I am in need of assistance," Copia said. "Is there a method of scheduling appointments? If so I must not have been aware of how to do so. Is there any counsellor who will be returning soon? I have never been to a counselling appointment before... But I definitely believe I need one now." By the tone of Copia's voice, she was 100% serious, and implied that this was much higher of a priority than even she expected.

Alin contemplated what to do. He technically had the time, as he wasn't scheduled for another session today, and the office would be empty until the Delta shift started in a few hours. Normally he would have just told the other how to schedule an appointment, to save everyone some time in guiding the treatment plan back into the proper channels. At the same time, while Alin might not necessarily recognize this as an emergency, the android might still experience it as such. Speaking of which, counselling an android? He wasn't sure if there was anyone at all equipped to do that. Lieutenant Wells, maybe, Alin had read in her file that she was a liberated Borg. Wait, did that thought come from pre-existing bias, or practical thought? Oh well, Alin would ask Lieutenant Wells about it at some point, maybe. He poked his head in the door of #counselling-office-01, and, when he was sure there actually was nobody in there, he stepped inside, motioning for Copia to follow. "Come in, Lieutenant. I'll see what I can do for you right now."

Copia's eyes popped open and her smile grew. "Thank you, lieutenant... Truly. Thank you." She followed him into #counselling-office-01.

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[D] A slender Vulcan in Tactical red wandered through the halls, familiarising himself with the many offices and the layout of the Medical deck. It wouldn't do to disturb the doctors in their work, but Senang knew that as a Tactical officer, there was a higher likelihood of him getting hurt compared to most other divisions, no matter how well he took care of his body. Therefore, it was only logical to make sure to familiarise himself with this deck, so he would be able to ask for help quickly if he needed it. It was just slightly tedious, but still in their opinion the best way to spend their time before their work here started. Luckily, their spatial awareness had always been great, so memorising where everything was didn't take too much effort, as long as he made sure to be aware of his surroundings the whole time.

[D] They were just coming off of their shift, their coat hung up in their locker and their PADD by their side. Really, they were quite relieved to be off shift – no matter how fulfilling the work might be for them. They knew that they needed to divide their time between work and rest in order to perform at their full potential. T’she had just walked into the corridor, running a hand through their hair and pushing their glasses up their nose. Really, they were headed for their quarters, where a cup of tea would be waiting for them, and where a nice Hanten Jacket was already laid out with the rest of their favorite casual clothing. It was a supposed to be a day like any other, a day where they would follow their usual strict routine. But… they saw someone else in the corridor, someone without the characteristic blue of medical on their uniform, and someone who did not look injured or sick either. Were they lost? Was there something more pressing happening? They thought for a moment before they approached, perhaps it would be best to see what this person needed. “Hello, may I help you?” They asked in a quiet and even tone, calm and collected, like they always tried to be.

Senang had not necessarily expected to be addressed when he started wandering the halls, but they weren't surprised when it did happen. When he turned around to respond, he was met with a pretty Vulcan in a Medical uniform. He had to look up, as they were quite a few inches taller than himself. He stuck up his hand in a ta'al. "Hello," he replied, equally calm. He hadn't really spoken to anyone yet, much more focussed on getting moved in and familiarising himself with the layout of the station. It hadn't been on purpose, per se, but the order he'd decided to operate in simply hadn't allowed for much conversation. Now was as opportune a time as any, though. "I do not currently require any assistance, as I am merely familiarising myself with the station," he responded, to reassure them. Seeing someone unexpected on the medical decks could be cause for concern in many situations, so it was important to state one's intentions. "Although, I arrived earlier today, and have yet to exchange words with anyone, let alone introductions. I'm Senang, I work in combat analysis."

T'she could understand the want to explore and familiarize one's self with their posting. It was only logical to know where to go in case something went wrong, after all, and it was only logical to explore outside of one's direct area of work. It was something that T'she thought that they themselves should do more often, after all, they did not get out much, and that might hurt them in the long run (they were never sure when they might be needed to come to a patient instead of the other way around) They hesitated before they stuck their own hand in a ta'al, almost as if there was another action that came more freely to them, like the bow of greeting that they had prepared to do. But, they tried to tell themself, that they were Vulcan, that they presented as Vulcan, and that they should do the traditional Vulcan greeting. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Senang, I am T'she, a charge nurse on the station,” They offered a greeting in turn, bowing their head slightly in recognition before they straightened their back and their neck and took a closer look at the person in front of them. Even if he was a few inches shorter, he must be just a touch older, with an appearance not like what one would expect from a Vulcan – not that T'she was one to judge, there were some things about them that were Distinctly Human. “Is there anywhere within the medical deck that you wish to see? I am just coming off of my shift, so you will not be Imposing at all.”

"It is a pleasure to meet you too, T'she," Senang said, sounding out the name pleasantly. It was a nice name. "I appreciate the offer, though there is not anything in particular I wish to see. I was as good as finished here. But, if I'm not imposing, perhaps you could show me around some other parts of the station?" If Senang had still been who he was in his teens, perhaps the sentence would have been coloured by bright hopefulness. As it stood though, it only had the mild inflections that were to be expected from a Vulcan. "I have visited everywhere I will need for my work, I expect. I have yet to see much of the informal areas of the station though, so your relative expertise would be appreciated." And Senang meant it. Though visiting new places on one's own was usually fine, doing so with a companion was certainly preferable.

T'she may not have spent as much time on the more informal areas of the ship, but they still knew enough about where to go when they were off shift to be of service. "I would be honored to accompany you on a tour of the recreational areas of the station. I am just off my shift, so perhaps it would be a good idea to breathe... so to speak." They nodded slightly before they gestured towards down the corridor and towards the turbolifts. "If you would not mind, there are a few places which I quite enjoy, perhaps we could grab a bite to eat as well? There is a restaurant that serves Vulcan Cuisine that I find quite enjoyable."

Senang's lips twitched into a small smile at T'she's confirmation that they would join him. It was always good to make friends on new assignments. "I am glad to hear it. We won't be undertaking any strenuous activity, so your breathing should not be affected in undesirable ways," he said, trying for a deadpan joke the way Vulcans were so fond of doing. He followed T'she's lead, moving down the corridor. "I would never refuse such an attractive offer," he told them, before stepping into #turbolift.

Onto the floor wandered Bishop, in her full Starfleet mandated uniformed glory, an uncommon sight if she managed to get away with it. That was for later on. But, seeing as she was a new arrival, she'd thought it was best to at least attempt making a good impression. With hands in her pockets, Victoria made her way down the hallway in search of someone who seemed free enough to be bothered.

Chyun was walking down the medical corridor that day just helping out with small things here and there. He had no appointments for another hour or so. Despite having such a niche specialty, he still got a good amount of cases. It was a massive starbase after all, so many lungs so little time. But today, he had not much to do. No matter how many times he walked through the corridors, Chyun-Maiell felt like he towered over everyone all the time. It was not like this on the RRW S'Task, in fact, he was actually short on that ship, if one could believe it was possible for a 6'6 Vulcanoid to be "short". It wasn't just his height that made him stick out, but also the golden beige of his Republic uniform that made him look more like he was a patient rather than one of the attending doctors onboard.

Amidst the bustle of the medical deck, Victoria's gaze centered on an officer that seemed to be comparatively free. Fortunately, an earlier encounter had reminded her about the presence of exchange officers on the station - otherwise, she might not have given the uniform even a second look. "Hey," she called out, squeezing her way through a couple of nurses to Chyun's side, "got a sec for a consult?" Despite her request, she didn't stop for more than a moment, already slowly making her way deeper down the corridor, assuming she'd be tailed.

Not expecting anyone to chat with him, Chyun nearly missed the voice of the human squeezing past a few others in the corridor. The very tall Barzan-Romulan looked down to see a serious looking woman. The uniform told him she was one of his colleagues, but this was their first time meeting. Either a new transfer or someone out of his division, or both. "Consult?" Chyun slowed his steps so the shorter woman wouldn't need to try and keep up with his long strides. Now the two were side by side and Chyun could get a better look at her features. Human, he assumed. Chyun's breathing apparatus was a pretty clear indicator of his species, that and the ugly bowl cut that he was still trying to grow out. "Sure, what can I help you with?"

"Yeah, uh, great," Victoria briefly turned to face her flanker to acknowledge his presence, her expression thoroughly unchanged, "patient presenting with an acute case of irritation, elevated blood pressure, and a severe inability to get her butt to work on time. I'm thinking early onset Alzheimer's, what say you?" She stopped, abruptly, at the end of her question and outside one of the many doors that flanked the corridor. Her left hand found her hip, and she spun around as if in search of a department label. "I'm sorry, where are we?"

It took Chyun a few moments to realise that this woman was attempting a joke. He really couldn't tell with her stern expression and serious delivery. He was so distracted by the flurry of information that he nearly missed that she had stopped. "O-Oh," he said with light blue eyes wide in surprise before his expression softened when he realised what she was doing. "Medical corridor in the Gamma Module. The door here is," Chyun looked at the sign and squinted for a moment to read the Rihannsu letters displayed under the Standard. "It appears this is the counselling area. Where are you trying to get to, Doctor?"

"Bishop. So, no Alzheimer's, gotcha," Victoria shrugged, not really conceding the fact that she had been joking in the first place. She took a look at the sign and nodded, ah, counselling, so it was! At that, she continued moving off. "At least I'm in the right module this time, hey? I'm off to Emergencies- I'm sure I got it, but you're welcome to ride along. Could use the tour along the way, that sorta thing, ya know?"

Bishop. Chyun quickly shuffled the information in his mind, but the name didn't ring any bells. Must be a new person considering she didn't even know what module she was in. It was a big Starbase after all so Chyun was not surprised she was lost. "No, I don't think so. I think it's just a case of... Newbie syndrome. It goes away after about hm, two weeks," Chyun attempted to play off her joke, but with his deadpan delivery it was hard to tell. "Yeah, emergencies, well we need to," he turned his head left and right to quickly asses the crowd level in the corridor. "Turn around." And so he waved a hand and gestured for her to follow him. "Emergency medicine I assume? I'm a pulmenologist. Doctor Maiell-- uh, Chyun-Maiell," he laughed a little to try and play off his mistake, but in his mind he was mentally kicking himself for his mistake. His new coworker probably was now looking at him as the one with Alzheimer's, struggling to remember his own name. "Where are you coming from? I take it not a base as big as this?"

"Two weeks, huh? Might as well be a year," Victoria sighed, stopping a couple steps after Chyun did, and having to spin around to catch back up. As expected, a rather concerned gaze was shot in his direction at his having to correct his own name, but comment on the trip up she would not, knowing full well she's had more than her fair share that day alone. "Oh, a specialist, look at you, Doctor Chyun-Maiell. Unfortunately, someone's still gotta make sure you boys see the other side of Fight Night Fridays." Bishop paused for a moment to peek into one of rooms they were passing, curious, distracted, albeit only momentarily. "Ah, if could even call my field pack and I a base, Qo'noS. Disaster relief. But, you know, no biggie, tiny changes if you think about it, right?"

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Was she playing along with his joke? Chyun now regretted his words because he couldn't tell. One thing he did not miss when he was at home was trying to parse jokes and sarcasm, but he was going to do his best here. In an attempt to cover his awkwardness, Chyun fiddled with the arm on his breather. "Yes, I acknowledge that the emergency department is very critical to the proper functioning of everyone else. Us specialists are just one piece in the medical... Warbird, so we appreciate those at the front," He replied in the most Vulcan-like tone. Why was coming up with witty analogies so hard? Chyun-Maiell had a number of cringe moments in his time on 777, but this was one of the top ones. He was intending to sound relaxed and like he was going along with her joke but clearly he was not verbally prepared for this encounter. "I hope there is no fighting on Fridays in particular," Chyun laughed and put his hands down as he walked. He knew that was a joke, at least. "A planet, I would say that's just as impressive. How's your Klingon? I tried to learn it once, but lost all of my knowledge when I had no one to practice with."

"Mmmmhm!" Victoria responded with an exaggerated nod in agreement - joke or not, she would take acknowledgement where she could get it. Verbal trip-up or otherwise, Victoria seemed to retain her rather blasé attitude toward the whole encounter. "My Klingon? Yeah, right. Don't even," she held out a palm to signal 'stop', "down there, feels like every day was Fight Night Friday. You'd barely get time to read, let alone to learn a new language. And so, your search for a practice partner continues." "Anyway, as 'impressive' as it is, I'm way overdue something a little more... leisurely, I guess," Vic shrugged. Her demeanour seemed to reflect her words - a little callous, more than a little distracted. One could only hope it was her letting loose and not the default she could be expected to have on the job. "So, does this Warbird of ours keep you busy with enough lungs going wrong, or are you - as I hope you are - usually wandering around the corridor waiting to give tours?"

Chyun chuckled at the gesture and the reference back to fight nights. Now he was sure his colleague was talking about actual fights. "Fair, I ran into the same problem. I am also not.. angry enough, I think," Chyun, the man who was literally half Romulan and once attempted to murder himself (long story) said. He nodded at the idea of needing something more leisurely, 777 was no Qo'noS, that's for sure. "You trained on.. Earth, I assume?" Chyun was still mentally kicking himself for the warbird analogy. He could have literally chosen anything else, it was Maiell's Romulan pride that often got the best of him it seemed. "I see a good amount of lungs, but you know, one can never see enough lungs," It was hard to tell if he was serious or making a joke. Chyun smiled as he spoke, the corners of his mouth touching the metal arms of his breather. They passed a few more doors and Chyun turned his head to read out the signs. "General practice, intensive care-- ah that means emergency department is after this turn," Chyun pointed with two fingers to the left. "Speaking of the Klingons, we'll see a lot of them. A lot a lot. Romulans too, but I wouldn't be too worried about them, uh I think," Chyun paused, realising just how wrong that statement was. Maybe Bishop should be worried about the Romulans.

"You know, I'm not exactly sure its an anger thing anymore," Victoria responded offhand, and provided a shrug. "Depends on what you mean by 'trained'. Six years on Earth, yeah, and then a few more back home on Calder II. Frontier world, San Fran was a resort by comparison." Her gaze followed Chyun's fingers. General practice, and the ICU. Great. This time, she had to react to the presented joke, if it even was a joke. She did so with furrowed brows, and a prolonged glance as if his forehead had spontaneously sprouted antlers, but remained silent beyond a short 'hm'. She continued onwards at Chyun's side regardless. "Well, I can't wait to have to guess which of two livers have ruptured again. Besides that, I like to check in the worry at the lifts before work." "How long have you been on exchange?" she asked, again taking note of her companion's attire.

"True, it's more of a.... Style sort of thing? I am not very Klingon," Forgetting his Klingon was probably the least of his worries after the accident. Now the language he really wished he got back was Standard, not just because it was so useful, but because it was incredibly hard to learn as a second language. "Two livers? Sounds exciting. Sometimes I wish being a hybrid gave me two of everything, but... Maybe not," He chuckled at her joke, assuming she was playing along. As if Chyun's physiology wasn't already very confusing. It played in his favour in combat when enemies did not know where to strike, but it wasn't great for his fellow healthcare professionals trying ot treat him. "Just a few months, uh, it's complicated, but I used to be in Starfleet. Did my six years at Psi Epsilon III. Frontier world, like the edge of Federation space? I assume it was kinda rough?" Chyun asked as he continued down the corridor towards the emergency care rooms.

"Well you know what they say, the more screwed up your insides are coming in, the more screwed up they will be getting out," Victoria said, matter-of-factly, as if it was something anybody actually did say. The human measure of 'messed up' wasn't that difficult to surpass anyway, by Federation standards. "Barzan, and... Romulan?" she guessed. That part was the easy half, and she'd have to give Chyun an extended look, pausing before she continued. The bowl cut was most of what gave it away. "I mean, how do you think it feels to find out how not-sweating feels like for the first time at twenty-six, and don't even get me started on the job. All this?" she asked, raising a finger and gesturing all around her, "you know how many worlds out there would give everything to have even a tenth of any of this planetside?"

Did anyone say that? Chyun looked at the wall pensively for a few moments as his mind was trying to process what he assumed was casual terran slang. He had lost a lot of memories following his accident, but surely he would have remembered such a striking idiom. He did not, but decided to laugh anyway so he wouldn't seem too awkward. He waved a hand and fiddled with the metal hooks of his breather around his ears. "Yeah, ah-- I usually get Vulcan," Chyun laughed in an attempt to joke. He did not ever get mistaken for a Vulcan, he was not nearly as stoic. Especially after the face tattoos, it made it pretty hard to hide either of his species. "Yeah, fair, it is really nice here- ahh, I can kinda relate. I grew up on a station, way before the Republic was legitimised," He stood outside the emergencies department, standing to the side of the door so they weren't blocking anyone. "I suppose I will see you at.. what was it? Funky fried nights? Fun.. damn duel..." If it wasn't already obvious Chyun was speaking through the UT, the sudden mix of Standard and Rihannsu that came out of his mouth was the sign. The poor UT was really trying to make sense of Chyun's attempt to remember Fight Night Fridays but he simply could not remember the words.

"Yeah, Vulcan, right," Victoria called his bluff, shuffling to the side in turn while they wrapped up conversation. She didn't intend on keeping Chyun too long - they both had things to attend to after all, she assumed. She allowed herself an amused exhale at the UT's failure to make sense of Chyun's words. "Station, huh?" she asked, glancing through the doorway and then back to her tour guide, "story for another time? I'm prooobably giving 'Funky Fried Nights' a pass, but... you know, if coffee's your thing, I'm guessing I'll eventually figure out my own way to the break room - coffee's important." "Doctor Maiell," she greeted with a gentle tap of her fist to his side, and apparently mistaking Chyun's earlier introduction for a full name instead of a longer last name. Too late to correct her, though, for she'd already briskly escaped through the doors.

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Vara'l stepped out into medical and then proceeded to look around. After he had finished looking around and had considered where to go, the Romulan then had headed off to the minor injuries unit.

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The empty hallway provided a welcome respite from the busyness of the medical bay. She’d spent most of the day shadowing a more senior doctor and attending to civilian patients, and now was taking a break allow Rosie some exercise. She’d been a good girl, waiting patiently in the corner of the room, out of the way. She deserved a walk to stretch her long legs. The furry creature loped happily along beside the lieutenant, tongue lolling. Lynx combed a finger through the grey fur of her ears, and dug a plastic loop from her pocket. Looking both ways, she tossed it down the hall, watching it skid against the floor and collide with the walls. “Go get it, Rosie,” Lynx grinned, watching the tail of her companion wag fervently. Rosie didn’t need to be told twice, she darted down the hall, precise paw steps bringing her to a stop just before the plastic loop. With a broad, doggy grin, the borzoi bounded over, begging Lynx to repeat the motion and throw the loop again. She’d been given fifteen minutes, and still had plenty of time to play fetch. Happily, she plucked the now slobbered on loop from Rosie, and continued the game. (edited)

Until then Ki'ana had been meaning to go for a checkup - those were always good and she had no idea why people hated them so much, really - and had only just begun to walk down the corridor to sickbay to do just that when the next thing she knew, the gangliest dog she'd ever seen nearly crashed into her feet. She took a surprised step back before realizing that the dog wasn't after her per se - and she couldn't help but grin and watch the long-nosed sighthound do her thing.

As Rosie nearly bowled another lieutenant over on their approach to sickbay, Lynx gasped, one hand flying to her mouth. “Sorry about that, Rosie, come.” The dog, tail still wagging, made her way to Lynx’s side, still holding her toy with a smug expression. “She’s friendly, I promise,” Lynx spoke, tone light but guarded. She stood nearly at attention, both hands now fixed behind her back, fingers twisting as she gaged the stranger’s reaction. Lynx was new to this station, and had yet to make any friends, acquaintances, or other. As it was, the prospect of interaction outside of medical circumstances left her a bit nervous. So much so, she found her palms sweaty. This certainly must be dealt with before she continued her work. “She’s a service dog,” Lynx found herself adding, “but she’s on break right now if you’d like to give her a pat.”

"Oh, come on, just relax! You're going to break something if you keep standing like that!" Ki'ana bent down to gently pat the dog's neck and back. "And she's gorgeous. I mean that sincerely. Her fur's so soft!" She glanced up the other with a wide smile. Kelpien faces really, really aren't meant for wide smiles - she looked sort of crazed doing it. "You clearly take very, very good care of her..."

Lynx doubted she would break anything by standing as she was, but nevertheless appreciated the sentiment behind the lieutenant’s words. Even so, she only relaxed marginally, allowing her hands to come before her and lifting one to tuck a strand of hair back into her bun. “She demands pampering,” Lynx acknowledged, smiling ruefully as Rosie licked gently at the Kelpian’s hands. Rosie was well behaved, a gentle giant, but incredibly excited to meet new people. This much was evident in the fierce wagging of her tail. Remembering herself suddenly, Lynx inclined her head. “May I help you with anything medical at all? I’m on a break currently but I can escort you in.”

"I'm sure she does." Ki'ana noted that Rosie the dog was very much outgoing - one very much reserved and not at all good with people, the other gregarious and eager to meet new people. Funny how pet-owner dynamics work that way, huh? She scratched the dog behind the ears and stood up, brushing fur off her skirt. "I was just heading in to sickbay for a checkup. Get all the necessary work done and all that! I know the way, don't you worry...:

“Ah. Well, no need for my guidance then,” Lynx nodded, watching Rosie lope around in circles. Her master was considering the Lieutenant thoughtfully, though her face was unreadable. On the one hand, she could ask for her name and initiate a familiar relationship. On the other hand that would be difficult, and she knew nothing about this person anyways. “I am Lynx Na’Gwydion, may I ask your name?” It was politely said, if a bit rigidly.

"Ki'ana. Rosie is adorable, by the way. I love sighthounds." Ki'ana smiled at her. "I just think they're great. Do smells really take longer to travel to their brains, or is that actually just a myth?" Urban legends were just that, of course - unless disproven.

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