USS ELIZABETH BLACKWELL: A girl and her Trill...
JOSE LUIS SUAREZ
Stardate: 80706.1145
Scene: USS Elizabeth Blackwell, deck 3, Counsellor's quarters...
Timeframe: already in SB Epsilon...
Ens Nayali Maltra had her eyes closed, a grimace of pain in her face. The room
was almost completely in the dark, only the light of a small candle breaking
the monotony of the black background. Shadows and light were dancing in her
naked dark-skinned body, covered with sweat. Her long black hair fell in her
back, sticked to her body. From her throat a deep sound, similar to a growling,
was being born. Her muscles tensed as a protest for the long time they had
been made to be still. She tried to relax while collecting all the pain in her
body, making a small ball with it and keeping it in the deep of her mind. After
7 hours meditating she was finally getting some results. Her hormonal
disorders, all the headaches and other strange and unusual symptoms were
receding.
**Symptoms of what?** she wondered in a secondary layer of her consciousness
while her mind kept singing the mantra. It was distressing. After all the
confusion arisen from the melding with Afanasi, **unfinished** she remembered
herself, she had felt fine for only a short time. But that was not a result of
the failed melding, it was something more. All those nightmares and
daydreams, those she had been able to identify after so many hours of
meditation as Romulans, had a meaning hidden to her, but a meaning
nevertheless. She stopped singing, opened her eyes and saw the Katana her
sensei had gifted to her under the light of the candle. So many memories! *Lost
memories* she thought, sadly. She shook her head and got up from the floor
heading to the shower. Her heart was beating more than 100 times per minute,
but that was the normal now, with her high metabolism. She let the water clean
her soul and pain as well as her body.
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Scene: USS Elizabeth Blackwell, deck 6...
Ens Lloea Tora entered in her quarters after a profitable and funny shopping
afternoon. Starbase Epsilon was a strange place. Her mental training was
giving results and she only had a small headache after successfully blocking
the emotions of thousands of beings that lived in the station. The promenade
was a wild and crowed place where she enjoyed the excitement of sneaking
between the marabunta. Now she was hungry, tired and, amazingly, happy.
Counsellor Maltra had just informed her the day before that her former fiancee
had been transferred to Starfleet Engineering in Starbase Chi. She was happy
for her, she was an excellent engineer and that was a well deserved promotion.
But after all that gave her the perfect excuse to give up the transference
she had asked when first assigned to the Elizabeth Blackwell. She left all the
bags on her bed and walked to the replicator to ask for her dinner and an
aspirin. After all those centuries, aspirins were still useful for this cases
of induced headaches. She ate the pill, took the dish she had asked for, a
delicious Betazoid specialty her mother has taught to her and she had
programmed in the replicator as soon as she arrived to the ship, and realized
she still was in tension, all mental walls up. She relaxed with a smile. And in
that moment she felt it.
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Scene: some minutes later...
Nayali was still dressing in a beautiful colorful dress of her own creation, in
a style never seen before in the Alpha Quadrant, when her comm badge beeped on
the table. She jumped in one foot close to it and pressed with her nose, both
arms still imprisoned in the dress.
"Maltra here" she said, trying to get her hands free.
[[Counsellor, I think you should come here]] Nayali tried to identify the woman
who talking to her, but for a moment her memory failed to find the face.
"I'm on my way" she said, finally dressed. She took the badge and sticked it on
her chest.
[[Deck 6, corridor F, section C]] said Ens Tora with a urgency tone in her
voice and closing the link.
Nayali walked -almost ran- to the closest turbolift. "Deck 6, corridor F" she
barked. While the turbolift moved she tried not to speculate on what could be
going on. The doors opened and Nayali walked towards the section C. *Crew
quarters* she recalled. Lloea was waiting for her.
"Counsellor thanks for coming so fast" she said, heading towards a room with
the doors opened. "I felt something when I came from Epsilon and found him this
way" she reported while entering the room.
Nayali stopped at the door. Ens Connor Dram, the security officer firstly
assigned as her "guard" when she had been invaded by Afanasi, was laying on his
bed, pale face and open eyes, fixed in nowhere. His forehead was covered with
sweat and his lips were trembling. He was in a semi-fetal posture. She ran.
"Connor!" she called. "Connor, can you hear me?" She touched his forehead. "He
has a temperature!" Nayali looked at Lloea. "What can you sense?" she asked
her, hoping she had the mental abilities Afanasi had had.
Lloea concentrated for a second. "Fear. He is scared to death, but I cannot
know of what."
Nayali moved Connor, gently first and then more violently. Nothing. "He is
in shock" Nayali informed after a short evaluation. She pressed her comm
badge. "Counsellor to sickbay, medical emergency. We are beaming directly to
there, be prepared"
[[Understood]]
"Counsellor to transport room 2, lock on my signal and beam us all up to
sickbay"
[[Energizing]]
The room faded out.
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Scene some minutes before...
"Don't worry," she said with trembling voice "help is coming". Lloea was trying
to raise her mental shields once more, but it was way too difficult. The strong
emotions that emanated from that man and her own nervousness were impossible to
get rid of. *At least she was on board* Lloea thought, feeling better. The
moment she had felt the pain and terror emanating from that man she had felt
sick. Her first reaction had been calling a security team, but she decided to
investigate first. When she found the man who had been drinking so much in
Svok's, the Counsellor's former guard, she knew she would have to call her. As
Connor was still and quiet on the bed, she left the room to wait for Nayali.
She felt Nayali's mind when the turbolift at the end of the corridor opened.
She was completely amazed of that mind. Really different from everything else
she had ever met. The Counsellor walked quickly along the corridor, approaching
her. *Goddesses, she is so beautiful!* Lloea thought, feeling guilty
immediately for having those thoughts in a moment like that. Nayali looked
impressive in that strange colorful dress, a mixture of dark yellows and earth
colours, with wide floating trousers similar to the old Arabian clothes, some
kind of toga similar to a poncho but with a very different feeling and a wide
long scuff, all in something similar to silk. Brown polyplastered boots
finished the dress. Nayali was wearing a collar hanging between her breast
with two multicolored feathers attached to a small golden medal. Lloea
wasn't able to identify the bird, but the feathers seemed to change colours,
one in silvered blues and the other one in silvered reds, like fire. All the
set was waving to the air as Nayali came almost running, her long hair behind
like a trail. Her grey eyes contrasted with her black eyebrows and her dark
skin.
Lloea greeted her and led her to Connor's quarters. There Nayali had taken the
control of the situation. As sickbay faded in, Lloea saw a couple of nurses
approaching with medical equipment. She tried to move away in order not to
interfere or bother anyone.
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Scene: USS Elizabeth Blackwell, deck 5, sickbay...
Nayali was waiting for Dr Willingham to finish his check on Connor Dram. The
impressively always-on-duty Vulcan physician was quiet while reading the
lectures the biobed was taking of the new patient. Nayali had been there
herself for longer than she dared to remember, although she had been
unconscious at that time. The doctor raised his head and looked at her.
"Have you been counselling this man lately, Counsellor?" he asked.
"Well, not lately, with all the problems we were having in Phillippi III" she
answered surprised. "Why?"
The Vulcan handed her a PADD. "He is in a state similar to ethilic coma, due to
the huge quantities of alcohol he had been drinking the past week or so"
Nayali stared at the PADD, reading the results of the analysis. "I... No, I
have been pretty busy with all the refugees and the transference of personnel
to notice his state. And he didn't came to see me as far as I know..."
The Vulcan took the PADD again. "Never mind. The matter is his body is now
rejecting the symbiont." Nayali and Lloea both opened her eyes in surprise.
"They are rejecting each other and there's not very much I can do to help it.
Their only hope is sending them to Trill. They have excellent doctors far more
experienced with the symbiosis. I will see to look for a ships to send him as
soon as possible"
"No" replied Nayali "I am in shore leave now, I will take him to Trill myself.
Reaching Trill won't be too long if I use one of our runabouts. The next ship
in that direction can be next week as far as we know, I don't want to take
risks"
"Can I go with you?" asked Lloea. "I want to help, maybe my empathic abilities
can be of any use..."
Nayali thought for only some milliseconds. "Very well, thanks" She span and
started to leave sickbay. "I am going to clarify the situation with Captain
StarFire, wait for me in Main Shuttlebay in half an hour" Nayali stopped at the
door and looked at Willingham "Will you prepare Connor for the trip, please?"
Willingham nodded.
"Thanks" And she left.
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NRPG:
OK, I am back at last! :)
This story won't take too long (I think) but it is something I have been
thinking of for several months now and this shore leave is the perfect moment
:)
Ellen: I know Leigh is "busy" with Carl (or they should be at least <EG>) but
maybe Willingham wants to make a trip to Trill? :) It'd be great and a good
moment to develop Dr Willingham further. Besides, he is the one who knows more
about current Nayali's situation and she may need a doctor soon (who knows?
<VBEG>)...
All: a couple of things, if anyone else feels like travelling, there's place
enough for more people...
And about runabout and shuttle names I would like to propose some names:
(Oh, there's already one named runabout, the USS MacCAULITH, used by the
medical team sent to Phillippi III)
Juan de la Cierva y Codorniu: he invented the autogyro, precursor of the
helicopter. (eg. it could be USS De la Cierva)
Leonardo Da Vinci: he was the first (or one of the first) in trying to create a
flying machine.
Icarus: the first flight accident ;)
Clement Ader: patent of the "plane" in 1890 and 1st mechanical flight.
Wright Brothers: the second mechanical flight.
Roland Garros: several records in altitude and 1st Mediterranean travesy
Maurice Bellonte: world record in straight line and 1st Paris-NY flight link.
Red Baron: well, you know...
Spirit of St Louise: 1st non reposting flight accross the Atlantic
etc...
(Just to name some mainly european people and names very important in the
aviation history, as most of the names I remember to have read in some posts
[but I cannot find them now] seemed to be mostly american pleople (is this
right?). I am not an aviation fan, specially in the WWI (or any other wars) but
some names are internationally famous, so my 2 cents...)
And this is all for now, I'll try to post by Mon, so if someone's interested in
coming, just say so :)
Bedah,
David@
Respectfully submitted
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David Suarez de Lis
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Ens Nayali Maltra FHum COUNS, USS ELIZABETH BLACKWELL
Cen Daim ir-Sena tr'Vorhak MRih CSciO, DEEP SPACE 12
Ens HonaSereah OMab CSciO, USS TESLA
Ens Anastassia Barisev FHum NAV/HELM, USS TSUNAMI
Aliens for the USS ATHENE, NCC-92002, AHR (?)
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