LT Gila Sadar - It's the OTHER Dakora. Right? RIGHT!?
LT Gila Sadar
((Primary Sickbay - Deck 7, USS Artemis-A))
Richards: Uh.. Doctor Sadar?
Gila looked up from her workstation, her eyes slightly bleary from the amount of time she’d spent focusing on the PADDs in front of her, and she had to blink a few times in order to refocus on the humanoid woman who approached her. Once she did, she looked even more confused than she did before she was actually able to see clearly.
Sadar: Who- Oh, uh- Wait, who? I-I’m sorry, but who are you?
She was fairly certain she’d seen this woman somewhere before, but Gila couldn’t for her life of her remember where. The woman wasn’t dressed in uniform, so it didn’t narrow her down to a division, but more so than that, Gila felt fairly confident this woman was not on the Artemis’ crew roster. She knew that some Doctors accounted an unfamiliar face to a recent batch of Ensigns, but Gila made a point of always memorizing the new faces, so they didn’t feel out-of-place when they came for their first check-up after graduation.
This woman though? No files that Gila could recall had crossed her desk.
Richards: I’m sorry, I don’t know if you remember me… From Frontier Day? ::Putting her hand on her stomach:: I need to see a doctor.
oO Frontier Day? Oooooooooooh Oo
The distinct memory of Gila reflecting on the sheer lunacy of some humans who chose to punch a Borg in the face resurfaced like lightning from a clear sky, and suddenly, Gila was painfully aware of who the woman in front of her was.
Sadar: Oh. Ooooh. Y-Yes, I do- I mean, of course, sorry Dr. Richards. Umm... P-Please, have a seat. ::fetches medical cart:: What can I help you with?
Richards: I’m having some pain and I’m worried about the uh… The two- my uh, the :: taking a breath and shaking her head:: I’m pregnant. Can you just check on them for me?
Gila stumbled a bit at that information - mostly on why someone pregnant would ever decide that punching a Borg in the face was a good plan- but then she realized there was, of course, a good possibility that the pregnancy had occurred after the Borg Cube fiasco.
That being said, she worried for what parenting methods a Borg puncher would employ down the line...
Sadar: Of course. That won’t be a problem.
Richards: Thank you… Uh, one more thing. ::gesturing to the Lieutenants combadge:: Can you get Commander Dakora here before we start? I don’t want to be here alone and uh... He’s the dad…
A loud clattering resounded in Gila’s tympani as she fully dropped the subsonic transmitters that she’d picked up onto the deck plating beneath her. Her dark eyes had grown large - uncomfortably set within her wrinkled face - as her ridges started shivering uncontrollably.
Each morning when Gila awoke from her fitful slumber, she found herself wondering what kind of chaos the Wheel would guide her way that day.
She had to admit, today? It had outdone itself.
Sadar: C-C- ::deep breath:: I-I’m sorry, I must’ve - Commander Dakora? A-As in, Lieutenant Commander Talos Dakora? As in, o-o-our First Officer?
As her questions proceeded, Gila’s voice grew shriller and shriller, almost to the inaudible register, and she hoped to the Wheel itself that, no, of course it wasn’t Talos Dakora who had impregnated this young lady, but instead someone quite different. Surely there had to be more than one Dakora on the Federation Starship Artemis-A, right?
Right!?
Richards: Response
Gila visibly deflated, her shoulders sagging ever further downwards.
Sadar: ... Okay.
Defeated, she tapped her combadge.
Sadar: =/\= ::squeaky voice:: C-C-Commander? ::clears throat:: C-Commander Dakora, Doctor Sadar here. =/\=
Dakora: =/\= Response =/\=
He responded way quicker than Gila had hoped. She still hadn’t worked out what to say!
Sadar: =/\= I’m sorry to disturb you, Sir, but I have- uhh… ::looks confused at Dr. Richards:: Your, uhh... ::shakes head:: I have Doctor Richards here with me. For a... A pre-natal check-up. =/\= oO Wheel take these aliens Oo =/\= She requests your presence. =/\=
Dakora: =/\= Response =/\=
With the fa- With the Lt. Commander summoned, Gila cleared her throat to return back to her patient.
Sadar: O-Okay. ::turns back to Dr. Richards:: S-So, uhh... Dr. Rani wrote down that you’re approximately 10 weeks?
Richards: Response
Sadar: W-Well... ::clears throat:: L-Let’s take a look at them, hm?
Richards: Response
Gila activated the privacy field around the biobed, making it so that those on the other side of it would see them as little more than shimmery outlines of themselves, but they could very clearly see out. Then, she gestured for Dr. Richards to pull her shirt up just a little, so Gila could attach the transmitters to the correct positions on her stomach. Soon enough, the visual and auditory data from within Dr. Richard's womb was transmitted to the biobed’s screen, and Gila looked the data over with a visual calm, even as her brain was still scrambling to understand what was going on.
Sadar: I-It’s really, uhh... I-I wasn’t aware you knew Commander Dakora? Y-You didn’t seem familiar back when, uhh... Y-You came aboard after the Borg Cube.
Richards/Dakora: Responses
TAGs/TBC
LT Gila Sadar
Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A
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