[sb118-artemis] Ensign Tho'Bi - 1 Andorian + 2 Andorians = Trouble

[Tobi]

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((USS Artemis-A in Orbit around Risa))

His transport to Risa had arrived late.  The young Andorian ensign had rushed his way across the crowded walkways of Risa Control, before beaming directly to the Artemis-A.  He had barely set off in the direction of the Caption’s ready room, when his Padd had sounded, informing him he had his on-boarding medical check up.  The ensign turned heal and headed in the direction of deck 7 and Sickbay.

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((Sickbay, USS Artemis-A))

The doctor simply smiled and nodded. Unlike the young ensign, he seemed to take everything in his stride.  There was an unhurried efficiency about him that the ensign wished he could emulate.  The Betazoid gestured to a biobed with his elbow.

Adea: Not a problem - take a seat. I will ping her and let her know you’re in sickbay.

Tho’Bi:  Thank you, sir.  Doctor.

While still holding the Padd behind his back, the young Andorian walked over to the biobed. Placing the Padd on the bed, he then sat down next to Padd.  Tho’Bi looked down at the Padd for a moment.  He Picked it up and held it, resting on his lap.  The ensign shifted awkwardly.  He put the Padd down on his other side.  He looked up to see the doctor’s fingers tapping a series of inputs into his Padd.  The doctor then looked up and gestured to the cut on the Andorian cheek.

Adea: If I may, what’s that?

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((Civilian Transport from Starbase 19 to Risa - Several Earth Days Earlier))

While the first part of his journey had been a high warp dash aboard a Norway class medium cruiser from Earth to Starbase 19, the second part was an underpowered warp limp by way of civilian transport from the Starbase to Risa.   On the second night, the young Andorian had been spotted by two members of the Andorian Imperial Guard; they decided to make a sport of the young Andorian Starfleet ensign, howling with delight as he spluttered and stuttered his way through a few broken sentences of their native tongue, Graalen.  Though both his parents were Andorian, they were also both Starfleet engineers; he had spent his whole life on Starfleet vessel and space station.  Upon learning this, the two Imperial Guardsmen nicknamed him, ‘Space Baby’.  

Soon, the young ensign took on the role of scapegoat for the Guardsmen’s growing frustration with the faltering pace of the ailing transport.  Their gradual shift to a more antagonistic tone, began with a new nickname, ‘Starfleet Brat’.  They then went onto cast disdain on his parents for raising their child on Starfleet ship and station.  Because he had been raised this way, the young ensign was better practiced, than most Andorians his age, at keeping his often turbulent emotions in check; this did not however, it turns out, extend to those who would presume to disrespect his parents.

He lost his temper and shoved the larger of the two Imperial Guardsmen.  Before he knew it, the other Guardsmen tapped him on the shoulder, causing him to turn; and in one deft movement, flicked the Chaka blade across his face. 

Behind the bar, a striking woman, of indeterminable mix of species, had, until that moment, been nonchalantly lazing against the bar; suddenly, she sprang upwards, in a seemingly effortless turn of strength and agility; her long legs tucked upwards, and as her feet drew level with the top of the bar, placed her hands onto the head of the shoved Guardsman.  The full force of her momentum bringing his skull crashing down onto the scuffed metal top of the bar.  The second Guardsman thrust at her with the Chaka blade, the flash of silver was gracefully side-stepped.  The dry snap of his wrist arrived before the Guardsman had time to reset.  Grunting and gasping in the pain, the second Guardsmen dove his remaining good hand inside his tunic; he withdrew the 60 cm blade of a Hrisal fighting knife, only to be gut-punched by a slug of fizzing phase-modulated energy; his prone body slammed into the hulking, heavy metal of the bulkhead.

The young ensign eyed the ‘far-from-starfleet-issue’ phase pistol, held lightly in slender, work-worn, fingers of an indeterminable mix of species.  His lungs snatched at the air.  His right cheek stung with a throbbing electric-like heat.  The pistol returned to its place behind the bar, a cloth was thrown in his direction.  He caught it.  The grubby mirror above the bar revealed a thin line of blood across his right cheek.

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((Sickbay, USS Artemis-A - Present Day))

The familiar ping and hum of medical equipment filled the ambiance.  The young Andorian ensign is sat on the biobed.  The Betazoid doctor’s attention is quietly fixed on him.

Tho’Bi: :: shifts a little :: I ran into a pair of Andorian Imperial Guards.  They… :: looks upwards and then to one side, before looking back at Adea ::  They said some things about my parents’ raising me in Starfleet.  I… :: rocks his head from side to side :: lost my temper and shoved one of them.  :: shrugs :: It was foolish of me.  :: looks down for a moment before looking back up :: The other one cut my cheek with a Chaka blade :: imitates the flick of the Chaka :: I should have known better.

Adea: Response

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Ensign Tho’Bi

Engineering

USS Artemis-A

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