Repairs On The Way

Posted on 20 Jun 2013 @ 7:31am by Lieutenant JG Kestra Orexil & Crewman Neo

937 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Episode 03 - Frontier
Location: USS Galileo - Deck 4 - Sickbay
Timeline: MD07 - 2130 hrs

[ON]

Kestra had never felt so ridiculous in all her life. She'd tried a number of alternatives and even made an attempt at figuring out what had gone awry with the hover chair and how she might try to fix it, all to no avail. The range had been cleared of the holographic bridge and remains of Rhodes' envisioned assailants, leaving it largely unencumbered by anything but her own body. Exhausted, she lay back on the floor and stared at the ceiling, attempting to arrive at an alternative means of getting from here to the Sickbay without looking like a cthalen that a probretix had dragged in after a successful hunt.

After a grueling and exhaustive twelve hour mission, and being thrown to the mat more times than he could count in his confrontation with Liyar, Neo was looking forward to unwinding in the range. If Neo looked forward to anything. Which he didn't. His conversation with Naskisem the previous day had shed some light on the situation he'd come to correct. His conversation with Liyar had only confirmed it. But he felt confident that he'd helped to get them both on the right track, at least as far as he could accomplish. It wasn't satisfactory, but it would have to do. Right now, all he wanted was stare at a target and feel the familiar warmth of a phaser in his hands. Mindless, soothing, simple. Life used to be simple.

Neo stepped gingerly over the threshold, curious that it opened to him easily. He had the program in his other pocket, phaser held casually in his hand. He tossed it up and caught it, prepared to initiate his program, but he was interrupted as his eyes fell onto a prone body lying on the ground near the back. A hoverchair was spinning its own gears, overturned beside her. Neo immediately abandoned his plans and moved quickly over to her, kneeling down and checking her pulse. She was still there. On second glance, he recognized the woman as Kestra Orexil, the woman he'd met in sickbay once before. Kestra, you here? he tapped her mentally, rolling up her sleeve to initiate the physical contact that would make a mental brush more simple for him.

Kestra peered up at him curiously. Of course I'm here. Where else would I be? she thought, more than a little embarrassed at the state of herself. How's my pulse? Interesting?

Beating. You want to tell me what happened? Neo's mindvoice was clinical. Calm and detached, but focused, tunnelvision intent.

I earned my pips back, she thought dryly. And found myself rather stranded. That is all.

Who else was here with you? Neo asked, moving over to right Kestra's chair. Why did they leave you here? He got the general sense that she was physically okay, but he didn't know the effect a transport would have on her. He stretched his hands under her back and legs and stood, picking her up as if she were feather. He set her carefully down into the hoverchair and knelt to strap her legs and shoulders in.

She shook her head, dabbing at her lip with her knuckle. I appreciate the help, but- Her brows drew together as he strapped her to the chair. What exactly are you doing?

I'm gardening. Someone give that to you? He indicated her lip with a small jerk of his chin and strapped her arms just for good measure. It wouldn't do to have her take another spill.

I'm not an invalid. And this chair is broken. Let me out of it this instant.

You're unable to return to sickbay by yourself. Not sure what other definition of that word you have. Neo arched an eyebrow dryly and then promptly picked up the chair, and her along with it. Let's go. With little to do, he carried her out of the holodeck and into the hall.

She scowled internally. I'm not incapable; I simply hadn't found a solution as yet. She shut her eyes. This is mortifying.

Call me impatient. Neo met her internal scowl with his version of an internal shrug. Relax. No one's out here. He marched them into the lift. "Deck 4." Two decks later, the doors opened and out they went until they walked through the open doors of the sickbay. Once they cleared the room, he set her down. Nothing to it, he bounced over her way lightly.

Vulcan strength is unseemly, she thought as he set her down.

My ego, Neo's amusement was crackling fire and orange leaves, autumn-dry in her mind. Who's your attending?

Andreus, she answered and touched Kohl's mind with the same thought. Your ego could use a little prodding. Not enough to deflate it, only to make sure it doesn't take up all the space your mind ought to be filling.

You wound me. Neo craned his head and attempted to find Andreus Kohl with his eyes. You still haven't answered my question, by the way. What's with the face?

Kestra met his gaze with her own, pitch black and implacable. I cannot answer. Forgive me.

OFF:

Lieutenant (JG) Kestra Orexil
Former Chief Tactical/Security Officer, SFS
USS Galileo

Crewman Neo
Support Craft Pilot, FCON
USS Galileo

RSS Feed