Issues of commitment and healing
Posted on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 3:15pm by Leiddem Kea (*)
Edited on on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 3:15pm
Mission:
Mission 1 - Bridges
Location: SS Mary Rose, Sickbay
Timeline: MD 15 :: 12:00
1073 words - 2.1 OF Standard Post Measure
Talon Joss looked over sick bay one more time. He was used to working with little, but it certainly would be easier if they had some modern equipment.
He began to formulate a plan. He made a list of the equipment they would use the most. Certainly, someone on this ship had to be a decent thief. He knew he'd need help on this project. Lieddem wandered into the sickbay and stopped as he sensed another mind.
"Hello?" He demanded pulling his phased into hand.
Talon saw the reaction and followed the hand to the phaser. He lifted his hands in the air to show an unarmed man. He really didn't like weapons, as he saw them used all to often on innocent people. Besides, he was a doctor, not a soldier. Obviously, this one wouldn't listen to much charm.
"I don't think you want to do that, lad," Talon said with a nervous smile. "You may need my services some day."
"Who are you?" The Marine demanded quietly putting the phaser back in his belt. He could sense the mans thoughts, he was just a Doctor. This ship was starting to get to him to say the least.
When he needn't watch a phaser pointed at him any longer, Talon noticed the dark eyes. Obviously Betazoid. Thank the Prophets for empaths!
Slowly lowering his hands, he stuck out his right to greet the man. "The name's Talon Joss. Doctor Talon. Well, the Federation would dispute that, since I've never officially gotten a license. I've got the education, though, and that's what counts. Besides, the people I serve don't really care to ask to see my license."
Talon chuckled, realizing he was rambling. Having a phaser pointed at him for a short while could have caused that issue. He wasn't quite sure. How he hated weapons.
"And you are?" Talon asked. He didn't have the privilege of being able to read minds. Kea shrugged, it didn't matter to the big man at all.
"Lieddem Kea... Sometimes Weapons master, sometimes field medic." He said quickly feeling the man's growing resentment to his telepathic nature. "And yes it is all that counts. Not killing people."
"Great!" Talon exclaimed. "I have a team to work with! I'm glad I don't have to do it all," he joked. "I can't say that I admire the weapons master part, but I appreciate the field medic in you."
"Former Marine!" He muttered looking around the bare room again. It didn't look like much of a sickbay that he had been in before. Why intelligence wanted him with Gregnol on this was beyond him especially as the universe thought him dead , he knew the Russain loved his Sister enough to stay away from her but why he was dragged into it he couldn't understand.
"Oh!" Talon's eyes widened with understanding. "Well certainly, they would need field medics!"
Talon saw the man glancing around the sparse, rather naked, sick bay. "Don't let the emptiness worry you. Already working on a plan to get some equipment."
"She is a bit bare." He murmured softly looking at the room still. "What you planning on?" Kea had worked in some of the worst camp for refuges that the universe had to offer as a medic.
"I've been in worse," Talon confirmed. "I'm working a little angle to procure some updated equipment, beyond my antiquated tools."
He was certain the Betazoid would know the procure didn't mean to buy. This ship had no means to purchase anything. If Talon planned it, you could bet the equipment would come from those who had resources to purchase more than what he took.
"Good good." Kea didn't want to think about something happening on this ship and them only having what was in the room.
"A Marine, huh?" asked Talon. "It's good that I've got someone with experience in real emergencies and not some wuss of a doctor that's never had any real experience out there."
Of course, as a Marine it also means Kea served in StarFleet. Talon's eyes narrowed a bit at that. "What made you walk away from StarFleet?"
Kea frowned at the noisiness' of his new boss and shrugged. He had a story but he didn't much like the story.
"Don't like how they suddenly treat Betazoid's." He felt after the Dominion War that they used his people for more militarized positions. Betazoids were peace loving but now they were being used that was no lie, he believed that for sure.
Talon felt a sense of solidarity with Kea. He didn't care much for StarFleet and their policies either.
"I'm right there with you, Kea," he affirmed. "Their policies, especially not to interfere in a situation, when they know good people are being suppressed and killed makes me sick." Kea just made a mutter of agreement. He didn't want to get into politics in the slightest. It wasn't his place too.
"So..." He wondered looking around.
"So?" Talon responded, questioning how the man couldn't keep up with his thinking. "We're going to do what we can to help as best as we can. I'm one not to ignore the hurting, the desperate."
It just came to him that the young man said he had other responsibilities to the ship. This meant he couldn't be totally dedicated to the medical side of things. Of course, the crew was sparse and wouldn't be as demanding as that of a full blown Federation crew.
"Beings you have other duties to serve," Joss inquired, "how much time can you give to this department?"
"Fifty, Fifty." Kea assured softly. "I am technically the Assistant Head of Security. I most supervise weapons locker access and firearm deployment." He said with a shrug.
"Good," Talon offered, pinching the ridges of his nose. "That seems adequate."
Talon wasn't used to working with others on a team. Up until this point, it was all he, from diagnosis to cure, and sometimes death. He welcomed the help. At times, he would have liked to hear another's opinion on things, especially the ones he wasn't able to help.
Sticking out his hand in a friendly gesture, Talon said, "Welcome to the team!" The Marine took the man's hand and shook back. He was starting to enjoy being on this ship.
OFF:
Leiddem Kea
Weapons Master/ Field Medic
SS Mary Rose
Talon Joss
Field Medic
SS Mary Rose