LtJG Gila Sadar - A Hasty Retreat
Gila Sadar
((Corridor, Deck 15 - USS Artemis-A))
It was nice being back aboard the Artemis. As much as the presence of familiar faces made old habits reappear - and her mind was busily at work trying to catalog who were still with him, and who had been lost in the Frontier Day disaster - it was a relief to be back amongst a crew that knew her. For better and for worse… That wasn’t to say that she was retreading familiar ground - Gila could probably count the number of times she’d had to head down to Main Engineering on one hand - but considering that she was presently acting as ferryman for an otherwise mobility challenged Ensign, a deviation from the status quo was in its place.
Gnai: ~ Thank you. Again. For everything. ~
Sadar: Of course. Considering the present personnel and resource shortage, it’s the least I could do...
Gnai: ~ What I ::partial:: thought to you when the Borg were going to kill us ::partial::... I ::partial:: meant it. It’s been an honor serving with you. ~
Sadar: ::clears throat uncomfortably:: Th-Thank you, Ensign.
Gila was unsure what she’d done to merit such a response, but perhaps it was more of a general observation about its time in Starfleet having been worth the effort? Yes, that had to be it... Considering the complete inadequacy with which Gila had safeguarded the backpacked Galadoran aboard the Kitty Hawk, nothing else made sense.
((Main Engineering, Deck 15 - USS Artemis-A))
Gila hadn’t been in Main Engineering much over the past year, but even she knew what the beating heart of a Starship was supposed to sound like. Engineers everywhere, especially on a three-decked Engineering hub like the one aboard the Artemis. Not so today. The absence of something usually thought normal always provided a haunting quality to a space - much like the concept of school corridors at night - but that was not to say there were no engineers present. There simply was no chatter. Their tired eyes focused on their task, repairing one of numerous systems that seemed to need it, while their colleagues moved past them with haunted expressions. These were the eyes of officers and crewmen who had seen more than they’d ever thought possible, and had come out of the experience with a few new nightmares to join the weekly rotation. Not for the first time since she’d boarded the shuttle leaving the Kitty Hawk, Gila worried for the crew. Their counseling department was woefully short on personnel... They needed to reinforce their department, considering the amount of people needing mental health guidance in the coming weeks.
Gila headed towards the Vulcan Lieutenant Commander that she had a passing familiarity with. The two of them had joined the team heading over to the Borg Cube in the Badlands, but beyond that, she’d no more knowledge of Lt. Cmdr. Salkath than what was in his medical file from his previous posting, the USS Wyoming. By all accounts, he was an exemplary officer - if very Vulcan in his demeanor - so Gila had the utmost faith that he’d be able to assist Ensign Gnai with its lack of a suit.
Gnai: ::to both:: ~ Commander! Thank you for agreeing to this. ~
Salkath: ::trying to project mentally as well as verbally:: It is my honor, as I have stated before, to assist in your request.
Gnai: ::to both:: ~ Thank you, also, Lieutenant Sadar. For getting me ::partial:: here. ~
Gila jumped slightly, not anticipating another expression of gratitude - particularly in front of a senior officer - so she felt a bit blindsided. She attempted a recovery as best she could.
Sadar: Oh, uhh... O-Of course.
Gnai: ::to both:: ~ The suit wasn’t… able to be recovered from the saucer section of the Kitty Hawk. It was too damaged. ~
Gila briefly counted her lucky stars. She had no interest in anyone else finding out how teh suit had gotten an arm severed - would raise a lot of questions Gila had no way of answering, yet - but of course, she did feel a bit bad for Ensign Gnai and Lt. Commander Salkath. Starting from zero was going to be a lot more time-consuming than starting from 40, after all.
Salkath: You may hand me the ensign and be on your way, Doctor. ::sensing her hesitation, he responded haughtily:: I will take suitable care of it, rest assured. You are dismissed. Unless there are medical concerns?
Gila blinked.
Sadar: O-Oh! N-No, none at all, Sir! I-I’ve been monitoring the Ensign’s condition on our journey back to the Artemis, and it’s in perfect health, I assure you. ::brief pause: U-Uhh... W-Well... G-Good luck.
Gila hastily doffed the backpack containing the Galadoran Ensign, handing it over to the Vulcan Lieutenant Commander.
Gnai: Response
Sadar: Y-Yes, of course.. ::shuffles slightly:: E-E-Excuse me.
And then, she beat a hasty retreat. She suddenly felt very fortunate indeed that she was a Doctor. For all of his faults, Commander Adea was a lot less intimidating than Lt. Commander Salkath.
End Scene for Sadar
LtJG Gila Sadar
Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A
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