Nova Visitors (Part 5 of 5)

Posted on 23 Apr 2015 @ 8:09pm by General ('aj) JataQ & Lieutenant JG Drusilla McCarthy & Petty Officer 1st Class Rebecca Williams & Commander Luke Wyatt & Commander Norvi Stace & Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim

2,023 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Episode 08 - NIMBUS
Location: USS Galileo - Sickbay, Armory
Timeline: MD 01 - 1055 hrs

Previously, on Nova Visitors (Part 4)...

Ko'daQ returned the fist salute with one of his own, impressed by the young man's knowledge of his language. But not necessarily his long and flowing blond hair, however. "Well met, young warrior," the general's son replied. "The Empire is always in need of new medical specialists to further our bio-weaponry division. Perhaps you will join us after our battles are complete!"

And Now, the Conclusion...

[ON]

JataQ swiftly elbowed his son in the ribs and glared at him. "I believe what Ko'daQ is referring to, is our 'genetics' division."

"Of course," Prudence said as she gave a polite smile, moving forward a bit. She met the Klingon's eyes easily, watching for a moment. She came from a background where she had been in uncomfortable situations with people she did not trust, yet had to act as if everything was fine. And as much she had disliked the word 'bio-weaponry' and as much as she had disliked the idea of young Laeon being on a Klingon ship, she allowed none of her distaste to show. "Although genetics have many...applied usages. However, I echo Mr Wylde's sentiment. We are happy to receive you in our sickbay. I am Prudence Devin, the Chief Counsellor."

JataQ nodded and glanced at her collar to determine her rank. "Thank you. Lieutenant," he added before Ko'daQ once again chimed in, this time feeling vexed with his arms folded across his broad chest.

"What is it you 'counsel'?" the general's son asked. "The crew? A real warrior does not speak of their...emotions. They only act on them in battle."

Prudence moved closer, to be face to face with him. She held his eyes, her own cold. "And maybe that is why our warriors will win. Because they understand all aspects of their own minds and emotions and do not lose their heads in battle like children," she countered, the challenge clear in her eyes and the way she held herself.

Ko'daQ narrowed his eyes at the middle-aged woman and studied her with scrutiny. "Yesss..." he said in a quiet and sinisteresque voice, sending a light spray of accidental spittle onto the counselor's face. "Perhaps you do have some fight in you!" he added, now grinning with approval. He then gave her a hearty slap on her shoulder, "It is too bad you are stuck down in this sickbay. Your confidence would make you a worthy starship gunner."

Prudence chuckled and hit his shoulder back, raising her eyebrow at the words. "I would have relished the challenge," she said, a decent enough reply as she smiled to him in acknowledgement of what had been a compliment.

"We will meet in battle soon!" Ko'daQ reassured. "In the meantime, you may come with me to tour my warship. If you desire," he proposed.

"I do desire," Prudence said with a firm nod, keeping the smile. She wanted to see it. Klingon ships were unique in their own ways.

Hoovering still in the background as she watched the play between her boss and the Klingon, Dru found her attention diverted as a young petty officer shoved a PADD into her hands before disappearing as quickly as she had appeared.

Not quite sure what to do, the counsellor looked down at the message on the screen before cleared her throat as she stepped forward to her bosses side. "Ma'am. There's a communique having been received with requires your urgent attention....the woman is refusing to speak with anyone put you."

Handing the PADD to Prudence, Rebecca watched as she read the info before turning tail and rushing from the room without another word. Looking back to the Klingons with a confused look on her own face, Dru moved closer to the aliens. "My apologises....I'm Lieutenant McCarthy, the assistant chief counsellor."

As the warrior-woman departed to tend to some sort of business, Ko'daQ now took notice of the new woman who had just introduced herself. She also possessed brown hair but she was a bit shorter and her features revealed more youth. "How many of you counselors are aboard this ship?" he asked with a bit on incredulity.

"Including myself and my boss we also have two chaplains who act as spiritual advisers of sorts. People can often find it easier to speak to people who aren't Starfleet personnel and are impartial in their thought processes." Dru stood to her full height, trying not to hesitate as she knew that Klingons would take advantage of any weakness they may detect in her.

"So much talking, not enough fighting," mused Ko'daQ with a shake of his head, still unable to determine why it was all really necessary. "What do you 'counselors' do in times of battle? Surely you do not fight your enemies with words." Or did they?

Dru shifted a little in her stance as her eyes analysed the Klingon infront of her. "Sometimes talking is what's necessary to win the war. But when talking doesn't work, we help out in sickbay with the injured. An extra pair of hands means another life saved."

The Klingon commander couldn't help but recall the words of an ancient high chancellor right before the first Klingon-Federation War in the mid 23rd century. If words were water, the Humans would drown us all. It seemed to be as accurate an assessment then as it was now, over 100 years later.

"I see. And is your medical prowess as formidable as your placation techniques?" he asked with challenging dark eyes.

Dru couldn't help the smile as she indicated towards a biobed. "Care to be a test subject and we can test your theory?"

Taking a glance over at the unpleasant-looking medical beds which disgusted him, Ko'daQ quickly shook his head in refusal. "That will not be necessary. I find Federation medicine...strange and experimental."

"What causes you to form such an opinion? Starfleet medicines is forefront in relation to the knowledge we possess regarding different species, their ailments and their methods of curse. Medicine is always ever changing, thus why it may seem experimental, but if we didn't evolve we would still be sawing people's legs off over gangrene rather than treating the problem and finding a resolution which saves the leg." Dru clasped her hands behind her back as she studied the Klingon more closely.

"I find medicine to be for the weak," Ko'daQ blurted out as bluntly as was Klingonly possible. "A real warrior is expected to die in battle and give his life for the Empire. If a warrior becomes injured and can not fight, they are expected to perform the Hegh'bat. There is no honor for a crippled Klingon or one who denies his destiny in Sto'Vo'Kor."

"And what of a warrior who gets injuried or comes down with an alliment outside of a battle? Surely it is not honourable to die when there is no real reason? Would you not then seek medical advise?" Dru smiled a little as she found the Klingon intriguing, she could at least say that he wasn't anything like the others of his race whom she had met before.

The general's son dismissed that notion with a firm shake of his head. "Klingons are much more biologically resilient than you Humans, and even your other Federation species. Usually we are able to recover without the need for medical intervention. And if a Klingon is not, then they are considered weak and not fit for society." At least, that was Ko'daQ's opinion.

"So when you practice with your...." Dru paused for a moment as she tried to recall the name of the Klingon's version of swords, "...bat'leth? What if you injure someone to the point of damaging an eye or an internal organ?"

"Then they will bear the scars of battle for the rest of their lives!" Ko'daQ quickly answered. "There is no shame in being injured in combat. It is every warrior's rite of passage. We cannot learn to be warriors without risk of injury, of course."

Dru's smile widened a little at this before she heard movement behind her. Remembering that the Klingon's were touring the ship she nodded her head respectfully. "I'll remember that Commander should you ever be injured on our watch. I hope that you enjoy the rest of your tour and I apologise again for the interruption."

After the exchange, Stace smiled to her collection of medical with a proud and knowing smile, before leading the general and the touring party out behinds the confines of sickbay


Deck 3 - Armoury

Luke peeled away from the group as they entered Sickbay, and had walked briskly around the corner to the Armoury where several crewman jumped up to attention as they had planned. "At Ease, they're in Sickbay At the moment" He informed them with a wave of his hand allowing them to relax. " I wanted to make sure everything was ready" He quickly moved across the room bouncing between the arms lockers consoles and checking every crevice he could think of this was his chance to at least create some respect from the Klingons towards the small ship and its crew. Short of at least challenging them to a duel.

As he finished the security door's once again opened causing a chain reaction of crewman standing to attention leading all the way to Luke who wore a very smug and confident smile.

"And now to the more hand-to-hand aspect of warfare, gentlemen," Stace could be heard as the group stepped into the small room. "Welcome to the Armoury. The Galileo's war room for single-handed combat and person-to-person fire-fighting. Let me re-introduce you to Lieutenant Wyatt, our Chief of Security."

Now this was more interesting, thought JataQ to himself as he entered the room and looked around. He remembered the lieutenant named Wyatt who had been escorting them through the ship, but now it was in a different capacity. "Lieutenant Wyatt. We meet again," he said.

He nodded at the the Klingons word's "It is an honor to have you inspect our small garrison don't be fooled by our quantity however, it's quality we look for here on the Galileo and I'm sure you would agree that the 'soldiers'" Luke said making sure to incorporate the would soldiers rather than crewman or security force. "Are more than capable of handling any situation and would lay down their life in the defense of the ship, it's crew and captain but of course not without taking out ten times as many enemy soldiers, I too." He boasted.

"Ha! Ten times as many enemies!" JataQ roared with mixed laughter and praise. "You have quite the Klingon heart, lieutenant," he grinned, slapping Wyatt forcefully on the shoulder with respect. "Show me these weapons you utilize. I personally find your phaser technology to be primitive compared to our more efficient disruptors. Explain why you desire phased energy instead of molecular disruption weapons in battle."

"A dead enemy can give no information, a disabled one..." Allyndra spread her hands and gave a look to the general. It was only partially true for the Federation but she figured the psychology of it would not be lost on the general.

Stace then checked the chronometer with a flick of her attention and then returned it back to the Klingon. "I'd have loved to have given you an opportunity to handle one of our weapons," she lied, "but we're required in the Mess for a simple toast. If you'll all follow me."

[OFF]

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General JataQ
Commanding Officer
IKS CharghwI'
[PNPC Saalm]

Commander Ko'daQ
First Officer
IKS CharghwI'
[PNPC Saalm]

Petty Officer 2nd Class Rebecca Williams
Commanding Officer's Yeoman
USS Galileo
[PNPC McCarthy]

Lieutenant Commander Norvi Stace
Commanding Officer
USS Galileo

LT Prudence Devin
Chief Counselor
USS Galileo

LCDR Allyndra illm Warraquim
Chief Medical Officer
USS Galileo

LTJG Luke Wyatt
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Galileo

Petty Officer 2nd Class Rebecca Williams
Commanding Officer's Yeoman
USS Galileo
[PNPC McCarthy]

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