PNPC Crewman Jozial Renirs – Risen from death to fix a telephone
Jovenan
((Sickbay, Deck 7, USS Artemis))
((Timeframe: 1 hour later))
Her death had ended up being very brief.
Not long after Jozial and the tag of officers had found themselves to the Sickbay, the drill mode had been deactivated. The team Jozial had gotten stuck with believed there might be some real-life problems with the ship and its systems. Not a single officer onboard had considered the possibility that shutting down defences, randomly turning off systems because they got “damaged” and then taking their hot rod for a madcap joyride in a stellar minefield might have consequences.
Typical.
Dakora: Alright, I’m ready for the booster.
Osuna: Response?
Jozial wasn’t listening to what the officers were talking about. She really didn’t care. After being dead in the simulation’s eyes for a while, these overeducated drill sergeants had made her work on their project. It hadn’t helped arguing that they were in opposite teams (drill had ended), that she was a maintenance technician, and these sorts of projects didn’t fall under her job description (it did now) nor that she hadn’t received an order to access ship integral systems from her direct supervisor (these people were her superiors regardless, and she didn’t care anyway).
Jones: Response?
The gravity was still offline. Jozial didn’t really care about that, it made working under the CMO’s console much easier. She didn’t need to lie down on the floor under the console and try to reach the components there, but instead she could float mid-air as close or far from the console as the situation demanded.
Dakora: How does it look Renirs?
Jozial snorted annoyedly. Why don’t you come and take a look?
Unfortunately, he did. The stuffy Lt Commander she had learnt was called Dakora propelled himself under the console and next to her.
Dakora: Can’t have this thing blowing up in my face. ::He grinned.:: I’m too pretty for that.
Jozial turned to face him. She couldn’t tell if he was more obnoxious while tongue lashing her about safety or when he was acting all so jolly.
Renirs: I’m not seeing it, gramps.
Dakora handed her a device he was carrying and left without saying a word. Jozial recognized it as the patter enhancer the team had been carrying with them. She was a technician; her training had only lasted for a year instead of the four-year bachelor’s level education the engineering officers received. She wasn’t exactly sure, what the team were planning to accomplish or if it would work for certain, but she knew how to rip out EPS conduit from a console and attach a small device to it without blowing up anything or anyone.
Dakora: Do not let that… puppet… thing in here. ::He cringed visibly.:: That thing gives me the creeps.
Finally, something from him that Jozial could agree with.
((Flashback begins))
((OOC: this is a response to the ending of Hiro’s post. The tags are from there too.))
Having just survived the journey through the sleepy gas filled corridors, Jozial and the officer team were taking some clean Sickbay air to their lungs. The stuffy commander was ordering blueshirts around and lifting the poorly fighting security chief to a biobed. Despite being formally dead, Jozial could see how her day was going to resume.
Renirs: ::to herself:: Ugh. Can’t get a break even by being dead.
Jones: ::finishing up the treatment a moment later:: How's that? better?
Osuna: Response?
Then, Jozial saw it.
It was hideous. It was horrifying.
It was a giant walking puppet.
HMMT: Hi there, can I be of assistance?
Jones: What in the actual - Jorgensen? Who is this?
The nurse Doc had referred to floated to them, which made Jozial realize the even more alarming fact: the puppet defied the rules of gravity. A demonic giant walking puppet.
Jorgenson: That, sir, is our EMH. It was activated when we lost gravity. He's actually pretty helpful, and kinda cute.
A cute demonic medical giant walking puppet. No, scrap that. There was nothing cute about the thing.
Jones: I'm sorry, what!? You know what? No. We'll deal with that later. Now's not the time.
Renirs: Nah-ah, I’m not setting this aside. ::to HMMT:: The hell has happened to you, man!?
Dakora/Osuna: Response?
((Flashback ends))
It was good to hear Dakora had some sense in his head. Jozial had paused her work several times just to look at the thing. What kind of a twisted mind was behind it? She had been to the same sensitivity and anti-discrimination lectures as every Starfleet crewmember, but the puppet man was crossing her limits. Worst still, it didn’t seem to realise that there was something wrong with it. Occasionally, the thing caught her staring at it, and responded with a smile.
It.
Smiled.
Osuna/Jones: Response?
Jozial concentrated on her work again. The EPS conduit needed some adjusting so it wouldn’t burn up the patter enhancer immediately when the current was activated. She hadn’t taken all her tools with her, but the sickbay had some, not to mention the hyperspanner she had carried with her and tested for its durability.
All the work done, she glided from under the console and dusted her hands.
Renirs: Okay, your thing is ready. Try not to break it like you did to the ship.
She moved away, while the officers took over. Dakora was exchanging gazes with his minions before activating the comms.
Dakora: =/\= Dakora to Commander Adea, do you read me? =/\=
The comms let out an awful noise which made Jozial flinch. These people really can’t operate any single device properly.
Dakora: =/\= Dakora to USS Berlin, is anyone out there? =/\=
Osuna/Jones: Response?
Berlin(Any): =/\= Response?=/\=
Dakora: =/\= Holy strokes, it’s good to hear your voice. ::He paused, focusing on the task at hand.:: Have you been able to contact the Artemis? I think we may have some real-world problems here… =/\=
Berlin(Any): =/\= Response?=/\=
Osuna/Jones: Response
Jozial ignored the officers chatting with other officers and instead floated off. Avoiding the puppet man’s gaze, she soon found the Andorian sharpshooter that had somehow managed to hit her to her neck “killing” her instantly. She had a few words she needed to say to her.
Renirs: Uh, hi.
Kliss’lai: Response
Renirs: You were good with that phaser in the Jefferies Tube. The way you shot me… ::scratches the back of her neck:: Well, it was pretty cool.
Kliss’lai: Response
Renirs: No, I was just… I just wanted to ask you about something you said in the corridor… ::blushes, turns away:: Nevermind. ::mumbles:: You’re ugly anyway.
She floated away from the Andorian, ignoring even the puppet monster, back to the officer gang who were still communicating with their friends on another ship.
Dakora/Berlin(Any)/Osuna/Jones: Response
TAG/TBC
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Crewman Third Class Jozial Renirs
Enlisted technician
USS Artemis-A
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