Joining the crew

Posted on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 2:56pm by Captain Rueben Gregnol
Edited on on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 2:58pm

Mission: Mission 1 - Bridges
Location: Starbase 7
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Talon Joss Was lured to Star Base 7 by a privateer. The man promised Joss a medical position to serve his motley crew. Doctor Talon saw this as an opportunity for himself to earn some hard money to eventually by his own starship. His dream was to have his own medical ship to provide medical aid to the many refugees about the universe.

When Joss met with the man, he found that half his crew were Cardassians. Joss was first and foremost Bajoran. He refused to care Cardassians. He hated the race for what they had done to his people. Doctor Talon turned down the job.

Now, he was trying to raise some cash to get back to Bajor. Talon began to regularly do business business at The Iron Pub. Just a few concoctions and remedies he had whipped together from Bajoran herbs that his grandfather taught him. It was just such business he was transacting at the moment. A Caitian female cautiously approached him, laying her jacket down. She placed a small vial in a pocket of the jacket. The two shared a few pleasantries. When she got up and picked up her jacket, there was a container left behind with a specified amount of gold plated latinum inside. Soon, he would have enough to get himself back to Bajor. It wasn't where he'd like to be going. But if he wasn't working toward his dream, he might as well be helping his own people.

Rueben had heard rumour about the Iron Pub that he sold under hand medicine and painkillers was what he needed for his shoulder. He watched the transaction with a smile, the rumours were completely correct after all.

Talon noticed the man paying too much attention to him. It was either a new patient or undercover Security. He certainly could have been security judging by his size. Talon placed the container in his leather bag, threw it over his shoulder, down his drink and got up to leave. The Executive officer quickly got up to follow and put a hand on the smaller mans shoulder.

"Rumours are true then?" Being Intelligence sometimes got him what he needed and medicine was certainly what he needed seeing they barely had anything.

Talon hesitated, arched a brow and repeated, "Rumors?" Ruben laughed a little despite the pain his shoulder was causing him. Some days it hurt to breath, today it just hurt if he moved badly, if only he could be somewhere with Starfleet properly to get himself fixed up.

"Medicine," he said downing his whiskey. "How much do you charge for a medical?" It wasn't that he didn't trust Jefferson, he wanted another opinion.

Talon gently tugged his earring as he thought things through. He wasn't doing anything illegal. He was a medical doctor, it was just that his patients were not really considered the creme de la creme by those running things.

Talon moved his hand to his chin as he posed a question back to this stranger, "That depends....what do you do for a living?"

The Doctor was smart enough to know that if the man was Security, asking the question about how much he charged was an error. It would count as entrapment. Now he thought the man was another smuggler, as the one with whom he had just finished business.

"Run a Star ship currently... Good enough for you?" He muttered gruffly looking the younger man over.

"Really?!" Talon replied with a smirk. Perhaps fate was working on his side. "What business is your ship in? If there's latinum to be made, I may be interested. What seems to be the problem?...What did you say your name was?"

Rueben smiled and pointed out the window to the ship that was moored along side the station. He shrugged at the statement of the business they were. “A bit of this a bit of that why?” Rueben wasn’t exactly sure what business they were going to be in. “I have a damaged shoulder.” He admitted knowing it was more than damaged.

"I guess you do need a ship's Doctor. Or you would have had him take a look." Talon glanced at both shoulders, then asked, "Which shoulder? How did you damage it?"

They were in need of another Doctor but it wasn't a urgent need. "I had him take a look but i need a second opinion." He murmured softly as he pointed to his left shoulder. "Long story but its damaged and pains me."

For Talon to get a good idea of the injury, he'd need Reuben to remove his shirt. He needed to compare both shoulders. That wouldn't do here in the open. For now, more questions. "When does it hurt worse?"

"All the time... I won't be fighting anyone bigger than myself until it is repaired," He suspected he wouldn't be doing anything like that for a while anyhow.

"Can you lift your arm straight out from your side to above your head?" Talon asked. Rueben sighed and pulled back his tee and showed the scarred skin, it was just enough to show the damage.

Talon looked at the shoulder in question, noting considerable tissue damage. He could only assume the muscle damage underneath. Joss frowned, as he had no modern equipment, which was why he was asking the questions, instead of just using a tricorder.

The doctor bit his lower lip, then confessed, "I'm mostly a field doctor; not making enough to buy equipment. That shoulder needs a regenerator. I would imagine the muscle as well as the tissue needs repaired. The only thing I can do is give you something for pain. On a scale of one to ten, where ten feels like your arm is decapitated at the shoulder, and one is, "eh, I'll live," how would you rate your pain?"

"About an eight," Rueben said before he went into the story of the shuttle and how he had been taken from it to find Barton. The story left the man wide eyed. "Now you see i don't need someone to fix it... i need someone to manage the pain." He admitted

"I do have a pain medication," Talon affirmed. "It is highly addictive, though. You must use it as directed. I would recommend using it until you get the shoulder repaired. Then ween yourself off the medication."

Rueben frowned a little, he couldn't be trusted with medicine.

"Would you like like a job?" He wondered hoping the man might come along to help him. Doctors were always needed.

"That depends," Talon admitted. "Any Cardassians I need to care for?"

Cardassians huh? This man still wore the hatred of his forefathers and a war that had ended over a lifetime ago. He shook his head quickly, there were no Cardassian on Rosie as far as he knew.

"No... mostly humans and Betzoids if i am honest." Rueben said gently holding out his hand. "Were heading not towards Bajor though."

"I've been looking for a way to earn a future for myself," Talon added. "I'm in. I can regulate the pain medication for you. How soon do you want me to report? I have some business to quickly rectify." The older man smiled a little at the Bajorean.

"How about tomorrow?" He could manage until then... Hopefully.

Talon sifted through his bag until he found the item for which he searched. He pulled out a vial. "These are the tablets. They are my own concoction. Made from a plant much like Terra's opium," he explained. "But none until tomorrow," Joss expressed. "While you take these, you must stay off whatever was in that glass."

He placed the vial back inside his pouch. "I guess I'll start referring to you as boss!" Talon exclaimed.

"I suppose i should get used to that title." Rueben answered with a smirk ignoring what the man said about the nectar he was drinking. He knew what his body could take and it was a lot, he had dealt with an Orion stitching him with out painkillers he knew he was tough.

Talon held out a hand to his new acquaintance. He was actually relieved he'd be part of something bigger than himself. He wondered if it would take a long time for himself to get used to being a member of a team. He couldn't help but believe he would learn much from this man. Much that would aid him in his future.

"The name is Talon Joss. Most around here, know me as Doctor Talon. But since we will be working closely together, you can call me by my given name - Joss," he explained.

Rueben took the offered hand. He firmly shook the younger mans hand. "Rueben Gregnol." The man introduced with a small smile.

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Rueben Gregnol
Executive Officer
SS Mary Rose

Talon Joss
Field Medic
SS Mary Rose