Lt Jania Nis - Between duty and patient
Jania Nis
((Sickbay - Deck 05 – USS Octavia E. Butler))
(OOC: Under the weather so this isn't my greatest sim, but I know i'm super late on it so wanted to get it out)Being detained by an enemy was frightful, but it had happened to her before. What was more frightful was when the captain’s desperate voice came over the intercom asking for marines before the sound was interrupted by screeching, obnoxious Zet advertisements. It was one thing for Jania to be out of control. She was confident the marines would take care of her. It was another thing to realize the whole -ship- was out of control.
Woolheater: Part of your plan? Try to capture the Butler?
Nis: We--
Before she could speak, the mercenary tightened his arm around her throat once more, producing another uncomfortable gag.
Mercenary: Shut up and get that biobed prepped.
This must have pushed Wes too far; not that he looked relaxed before but his face grew dark and frightening.
Greaves: I’m only going to say this once. Whatever this is (motioning toward the biobed under construction), it ends now. (pause) I see three options for this to end. One…
Wes held up three fingers on his weak hand while his strong hand remained glued to the pistol grip of his holstered sidearm.
Greaves: …You let the doctor go, we restrain you and treat your poison. You probably live....
Three fingers on the Colonel’s hand then went to two. Greaves motioned slightly to Woolheater, who was still and quiet and coiled, ready to go.
Greaves: ...Two: you delay me in dealing with whatever this crazy plan is you’re cooking up, and I let this here sharpshooter shoot you in the face. With luck, you’ll get control of your facial muscles back eventually...
Greaves: ...Three: you slit the doctor’s throat, I shoot you immediately, and in the rush of the moment, my finger might slip off stun.
Even Jania felt a certain amount of fear for the men. She was quiet as she felt the heat of the mercenary’s body against her. Was he shaking? Or was she?
Greaves: Regardless. You’ve got ten seconds to decide.
Mercenary: You won’t risk her life. No matter how much you want me. No, she builds it or she dies.
Woolheater: Those are the only three ways. He means it. There is no other way.
This was a difficult thing for her. She didn’t want to do this under pressure, and she certainly didn’t want her throat slit, even if there was no better place for such an injury to occur. But if a Zet was ill, it still fell under her oath to help him, enemy or not.
Nis: Maybe it is… part of our oath …
Mercenary #3: Cul? Poison was never part of the deal; what good is our reward if we die? If they shoot you…then they will not cure us?
When Sam’s eyes met hers, Jania stopped speaking. His gaze was persistent but warm, certain and without fear. He told her with his eyes to stay quiet, stay calm, that everything would be okay, and she knew he was right.
Wes started to count down.
Greaves: Seven…. Six…. Five…
He paused to glance at Sam.
Greaves: Sam, when I get to zero, shoot that man in the face.
Jania closed her eyes as if that would shield her from the violence coming.
Woolheater: Copy.
The mercenary's arm shook against her throat, then finally relaxed.
Mercenary: Stop!
Woolheater: Target stands down, sir.
Jania let out a long breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.
Greaves: Response?
The Dosi dropped her scalpel, which clattered to the deck. Nurse Zeka rushed to Jania’s side, placing her hand on Jania’s back.
Zeka: Are you okay?
Before she could answer, more marines flooded the sickbay, surrounding the mercenaries.
Greaves: Response?
Torvik: Eagle Team on deck, sir. Corridor secured.
Greaves: Response
Nis: Go easy on them, though. They are sick …
Torvik: Aye, sir.
As she watched the marines secure the space, she remembered her earlier thought, and the oath she took at Starfleet. “We will not permit considerations of species, friendliness to the Federation, political affiliation” etc. etc. “to intervene between our duty and our patient.”
Greaves: Response
Nis: That said, we’d like to hear the rest of the steps for the biobed.
Greaves/Woolheater/NPC: Response?
Nis: If the Zet is dying, it’s our obligation to help him, enemy or no.
Greaves/Woolheater/NPC: Response?
TAGS/TBCLieutenant Jania Nis
Chief Medical Officer of Physical Health
USS Octavia E. Butler NCC-82850
O240108JN2