[V-A/SIC] Dr. Skyfire: Always In Motion

[Chythar Skyfire]

​(( Auditorium, USS Veritas ))

 

:: CD gradually poked his head up from behind the table to watch her give some sort of signal to the security team. Rune was currently a smaller target, the barest minimum of profile exposed to whatever might be around that corner. He watched as she keyed in a clearance code to the keypad, the forcefield falling away and the door opening up. ::

 

Jolara: ::with a nod:: Commander.... :: There was a pause, and then she stepped aside. :: Dr. Skyfire, we have injured here.

 

:: Chythar was grateful for the reprieve from having to hide behind a table with a phaser in his hand. He loathed weaponry, mostly due to his profession but also because of the memories it brought with it. His posture relaxed slightly, though it was extremely short-lived as his gaze fell once again on his injured friend and the Bolian. ::

 

Skyfire: ~Damn it, Lael…~

Rosek: ~Yeah, yeah. I know. But I swear it wasn't my fault this time. I was just walking, minding my own business when the deck flew out from under my feet and I slammed into a wall.~ 

:: CD said nothing more, because there wasn’t anything more to say. He reached into the kit to produce a hypo of analgesic, glancing at her injury with a raised eyebrow. He recognized a dislocation when he saw one. ::

Rosek: ::shakes her head:: Tuk first. He's hurt worse that I am. 

Skyfire: You’re sure?

Rosek: I'll live for the moment. Though a quick hypo for the pain while you work on Tuk wouldn't be unwelcome.

:: Although Chythar was willing to comply, the fact that Lael was putting Tuk ahead of herself didn’t escape his notice. The doc raised an eyebrow, but said nothing until after the hypo gave its subtle hiss as it injected the medication into her bloodstream.  ::

 

Skyfire: How’s that?

 

Rosek: ::murmurs:: Better. Thanks.

:: Chythar ignored the conversation that seemed to be taking place behind him and made his way over to the Bolian officer, recalling the last time they saw one another outside of a briefing room -- the Garuda. It didn’t seem like that long ago, but in fact...239203.10. It was a while back, for sure. Hanar seemed to be favoring one arm over the other, so CD produced a tricorder and began a scan of the lieutenant’s injured shoulder. ::

 

Skyfire: You alright, Hanar?

 

Tuk: Response

 

Skyfire: Looks like you got a bit phaser-burned. Do you need something for the pain?

Tuk: Response

 

(( OOC: I can continue this conversation as needed, Dusty. ))

 

:: Chythar began treatment with an anabolic protoplaser to repair the muscular damage, then switched to a dermal regenerator once the muscle had been repaired. As he performed his task, CD felt some of the tension ease away from his muscles, probably due to the fact that he was once again doing what he loved instead of needing to fire upon people. ::

 

:: Once treatment on Tuk was complete, he began following his wayward patient. Lael was dedicated, granted. Though whether or not she enjoyed sitting still was a completely different kettle of chips, and chances were she’d likely pull a Walker and try to escape if she could. ::

Skyfire: Yeh ken ah’m nae goin’ tae be able to get an accurate scan of that shoulder unless yeh stand still, aye?

 

Rosek: ::grins wryly and enters her authorization code into the panel:: Fine. As long as it doesn’t interrupt my work. We need to know what we’re up against.

 

Skyfire: :: after a quiet moment to examine his tricorder results. :: Aye, ah’m aware of how much you love your job. Still needs tae be treated though.

 

Rosek: ::pauses:: What’s the treatment? Popping it back into place?

Skyfire: Aye. Once-over with the osteo-regenerator, and it’ll need to be in a sling for a while.

 

Rosek: ::scowls:: How am I supposed to work with only one good arm?

 

:: CD could tell she was frustrated with him. He could feel the scowl boring into him like phasers on an ablative shielding layer. He didn’t always like being the bad guy to prevent people from doing things they loved, but it aided their recovery when he did. ::

Skyfire: Delegation? It’s not as though yeh have a shortage of people tae walk through whatever it is you’re doing...

 

Rosek: ::sighs:: Fine. But make it fast. I really need to get this done.

Skyfire: Ah ken. 

 

:: He set down his box, the tricorder atop it and popped her shoulder back into place. Once that was done, he opened up the kit to produce the osteo-regenerator before running it over the shoulder a few times. Once he’d given her the once-over, he produced a cloth sling for immobilization of the bad arm. After the sling’s application, he turned his attention to the remainder of the group at large, focusing his gaze to the Caitian. :: 

 

Skyfire: Was anyone else hurt, Commander?

 

Mei’konda: I thiink you’ve taken care of all of it, Doctor.  I appreeciate your work.  Please excuse me, I need to check in with the Governor.

Skyfire: Of course, sir. 

 

:: He nodded toward where the governor and her people were sequestered in the back of the lounge, then heard a beep from his pocket as his PADD received a message. He took the device out and swiped his thumb across the screen. ::

//

To: Dr. Skyfire

From: Ens. Fergus

 

Hey, doc. Tried raising you on the comms, but they’re down. You’re needed in sickbay. 

 

//

Tuk: ::as Rosek continued working:: Where do we go from here?

 

Mei’konda: Haave you dealt with our stunned friends out in the corridor, Lieutenant?

 

Tuk: The intruders we encountered are being placed in the Brig as we speak.

 

Mei’konda: Good.  Then we need to get baack to the Bridge soon.  They could use our help up there.  

 

Tuk: Response

   

:: As Chythar took a moment to respond to the message, he bit back a momentary wave of dread. The idea of another 12-hour shift did not appeal, and he was definitely feeling the effects of not sleeping much since the incident aboard the Za. Nothing a cup of coffee wouldn’t fix. He had to hope the replicators worked before he glanced around once again, his gaze resting on the higher-ranked Starfleet officers. ::

 

Skyfire: If there’s nothin’ else, ah’m off tae sickbay. A physician's work is never done.

 

Anyone: Response

 

(( OOC: I can flash back conversation if needed ))

 

(( Sickbay, USS Veritas ))

 

:: It seemed that CD wasn’t the only physician that was paged, for which he was grateful. Dr. Swift also seemed to be in attendance helping with the wounded, and he thought he caught a glimpse of his favorite administrative nurse, Gabi. Whether or not Nikki was in attendance, he couldn’t immediately tell. The sickbay was bustling with activity, and he had plenty of work to keep him occupied. Greywin seemed to be busy helping out wherever he was needed. ::

 

(Ryan, if any) /  Porchevska: Response

 

:: One of the fellows from the auditorium got there about the same time as Chythar did, laying a body on a nearby biobed. ::

 

Kelrod: I've found him on deck four. explosive trauma, shrapnel on his face and thorax, weak but stable pulse.

 

:: Chythar recalled shrapnel injuries well. The last time, as he recalled, Carter was the one on the receiving end of it with a chest full of shrapnel. With a quiet nod, CD got to work on stabilizing the patient so that the shrapnel could be safely removed. ::

 

Skyfire: Ah’ll take it from here, Commander. 

 

Kelrod / (Ryan, if any) /  Porchevska: Response

 

Skyfire: Aye, true. 

 

:: It would be a long shift. That meant a long night, and possibly lots of coffee. Chances were good that he'd be pulling another all-nighter and crashing on Greywin's couch, then write up his report in the morning. It seemed like there was so much work and not enough hours in the day to do it all, but then again...he was running on fumes since the Hocktin mess, as sleep during the shuttle ride here had been elusive. There was going to be at least one cup of the strongest coffee they had in his future, and one beagle who would undoubtedly be extremely happy to see him when his shift finally ended. Assuming, of course, that Devlin wasn't mad about his dinner being late again. ::

 

Kelrod / (Ryan, if any) /  Porchevska: Response

 

TBC

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Lieutenant Chythar Skyfire, MD
Medical Officer
USS Veritas NCC-95035

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