JP: Ensign Morro Caras & Lieutenant JG Sevantha Saa, Gwen'ora Tasen - Simple Brilliance
Morro Caras
((Private Quarters, Deck 12, USS Astraeus))
Saa: …More with a cocktail that’s going to cause it to let go of you, but… its prioritizing your health over the parasites.
Tasen: Here is the thing…if it breaths…::Gwen cringed and finally sighed before officially continuing.:: Okay. Before we go down a route like that…Sevan. Do you know of a non lethal way we could get it off?
Caras: I would also prefer non-lethal.
Saa: Non-lethal… ::She furrowed her brow in thought:: and immediate? Give me a moment to think of the option.
Gwen stayed quiet listening, moving to get a bit more comfortable where she was perched. Not wanting to think of the implications of what might happen.
Tasen: Odd question, do you have any actual alcohol, not sythenol?
Morro did not expect that answer.
Caras: Alcohol? As long as it’s not that Kanar stuff. That stuff gave me a rash in the academy, it was really bad. I was sick for days.
Sevantha blinked a few times before sitting up. Of course!
Saa: Thats it! Morro, you’re brilliant. ::Relief touched her features as she looked to Tasen:: Of course, I wouldn’t think of it due to the compromising of the patient, but if we’re acting in the preservation of the parasite as well… we have to compromise them both, make the host unappealing.
Tasen: ::Gwen jumped lightly at Sevan’s excitement and then grinned over at her:: Thank whoever listens in the stars, your four? Because I was very uncomfortable with that plan…though to make him unappealing…::Gwen gave a look to her friend before going back to the task at hand:: Making him sick would work…you are having a brilliant moment.
Morro was somewhat shocked at their response.
Caras: I am? Why?
Saa:
If you can find of this Kanar drink, causing the inflammatory
autoimmune system responses, which will ignite the sympathetic nervous
system which the parasite is actively trying to subdue… making you no
longer an appealing target.
Turning to Tasen she gives seems to give a little nod of her head affirming both of their goals.
Tasen: If you are no longer the host it’s requiring or wanting, then it should leave you on it’s own accord. Meaning, catch
in a container and we’ve taken care of both sides of it!
Caras: So you purposely want me to make myself sick? It will make me undesirable to this… thing? And you think it might try and abandon me?
Morro
wasn’t looking forward to being that sick again. He had even got to
medical and they had told him just to wait it out. So he stayed in his
room for three days. This was dire however.
Saa: Yes.
Tasen: oO Well, there went the brilliant moment Oo Yes ::echoing her friend::
Caras: ::letting out a long sigh:: I think I know who I can get kanar from, on the ship too.
Lieutenant Zimedia Nijal aka Zi, served on board the Butler as a mission specialist. She had served formerly as an engineer on the 'Oumuamua previously and he had seen her around the Writers Room and they had chatted a few times. She was one of the very few Cardassians in Starfleet.He was pretty certain she had some kanar in her quarters. It wouldn’t take much to make him sick. He’d go and ask for a glass, celebrating a special occasion with friends over long range transmission. That didn’t seem like to bizarre of a concept to him, and it was kind of the truth. He hoped she wouldn’t ask too many questions. He would probably have to part with some of this Orion delaq for it, but the idea of a trade made Morro happy.
Caras: oO I double they’ll want to be my friend after this, and it’s not much of a celebration. But i did waste a bunch of their time and use their expertise. Oo
Caras: I’ll be right back ::putting his shirt on:: time to request something very weird.
Morro got up and left his quarters leaving the viewer on. The two officers just had a wide empty shot of his mostly empty room. A single very small plaque was on the wall. It read “Boogie nights holodeck dance winner, StarFleet Academy 2399”. Other than his bed, lined with what appeared to be a black silken fabric that seemed to absorb light in a strange way.
Relief touched her features as he exited the room, sitting back on her hands squinting a little as she studied the plaque at distance. Why didn’t that surprise her?
Saa: That explains how he knew the DJ…
Tasen: ::squinting lightly as she reads the plaque:: Boogie Nights Holodeck Dance Winner, Starfleet Academy 2399…
Gwen turned and gave her roommate a look, it was SO hard to not think all of the various questions the woman had at her best friend. She could bombard her friend but Gwen felt that it would be rude but also what if mid questioning, Mr. Tall Muscley and Green came in.
Her eyes drifted to her roommate, the relief dissipating just a little bit as she could practically feel the questions.
Saa: …Stop giving me that look, it… it was a weird night and honestly at the time he was very sweet, and I was in Terran terms, at rock bottom.
Tasen: What look? ::Gwen gave an innocent smile and tried to keep from asking the questions but a few accidentally spilled over as Gwen excitedly shifted to face Sevan more:: What about this Vulcan?! You were engaged to a Vulcan?
Sevantha paused for a moment before deciding to spill the details finally.
Saa: My ex-fiance, broke off our engagement to accept an arranged marriage back on Vulcan due to it being the logical choice for his situation and he invited me to a celebration for his restationing on the T’Kumbra with her, a send off, and I went because he still wanted my friendship and I was holding out some hope… things might change.
There was a brief distance in her eyes as she recalled it before sighing.
Tasen: And you ran into Morro….?
Saa: As in literally ran into him while trying to flee and spilled my drink all over him, and well…
Tasen could figure out the rest //
Tasen: …the night continued to where it did. ::Gwen shifted, leaning her shoulder against the plant pot to her now left::
Gwen studied her roommate for a moment before sighing.
Tasen: I am sorry that turned out how it did though. Has this Vulcan tried to contact you anymore? Or no? Is he starfleet and do I need to do the friend thing of punching him? ::Gwen gave a wink to show she was joking…probably::
Saa: Lorian is a Security Officer on the T’Kumbra now, transferred with his new bride to be, Engineering Officer T’Vel. ::She looked down:: He’s tried to contact me twice, once when I graduated… and recently, after he heard the Astraeus was on the frontlines of Frontier Day. ::she looked at the very interesting flower on the desk again:: I haven’t answered him.
Tasen: ::Gwen frowned at the mention of him contacting recently but sighed:: As for ::Gwen nodded towards the screen:: oO Was he thinking like all of that you two had was a transaction then? Or is he just trying to be Mr. Tough? Oo
Gwen had been about to say it aloud but her luck, Morro would walk back in while she was questioning his masculinity. So thinking it aloud still meant her friend heard it.
Saa: ~~Honestly, he didn’t think about it once, it was just all focused on what I enjoyed.~~ ::She frowned:: ~~Maybe thats what they do where he comes from.~~
It took a moment for her to realize that Morro had returned to the screen, silently cursing that she couldn’t sense him coming and going from the call.
Morro had also got to the replication station and brought back a set of panels. With his strength he was easily able to lift what looked like a stack of clear panels. He set it in the corner of the room and settled down in front of the viewer again. Crossing his legs and holding up a liter bottle of red liquid.
Saa: Did you find what you needed?
Caras: Yes I’ve acquired it. Here it goes.::drinking::
Caras said this very matter of fact. He wasn’t pleased with what he’d have to trade to get enough Kanar to get him drunk. He was an Orion and by nature wasn’t a lightweight. 1 liter would do the trick if he drank it all at once.
Saa: You’re going to need to find something to contain it and probably take it to one of the labs for preservation until it finds a more suitable host…
Tasen: Based on the scans, it would probably do alright in a fish tank of sorts? But adapt it to have a basking rock or something so it could get out of the liquid?
Caras: ::gasp:: ah that stuff still takes the breath out of me. That’s what those panels I brought back are. I can assemble them into a makeshift tank.
Morro had thought a little bit ahead, but he hadn’t thought about putting water in it. And making it nice for the thing currently sapping his life force. But Tasen was right. He could make it more comfortable. He’d have to replicate some rocks or something. Did it like rocks?
Saa: I don’t know much about your ship or its mission, but surely there's a science officer who could put it into temporary stasis, it’s probably fed a significant amount that it shouldn’t immediately need another host.
Tasen: Honestly…someone you trust that has the knowledge of taking care of a lesser known creature.
Caras: I…I don’t know anyone like that really. I don’t know many people outside the gold. Mainly engineering and ops.
He had drank most of the whole liter of the Kanar. He could feel it hit, and when it hit, it hit hard. This reminded him of the last time he had Kanar. Feeling isolated and alone… and sick.
Morro had to stomach not throwing up even just thinking of the memory of the last time he had it.
Concern touched Sevantha’s features as she observed Morro at distance. There was a hesitation in Morro’s voice she’d never previously heard, it sounded like insecurity out of someone usually very secure in himself.
Saa: Hmm… ::she sat back, placing her chin in her hands as she considered options:: Any of them have dual specialties?
Tasen: You should find someone that understands odd organisms.
Caras: Don’t worry, I’ll find someone. I’ll talk to Lahl. She has past lives, maybe one of them has memories that can help me out::drink::
Morro still didn’t fully understand the Trill, but Lahl had wisdom beyond her years, and all kinds of strange knowledge for someone who was an engineer.
Saa: Sounds like you have quite the department.
Tasen: But
what if they do not have any knowledge on this? Is there anywhere or
anyone else you know about that is strictly science related?
Caras: What about a sanctuary? I’ve heard of a palace on New Bajor that is a science colony, they study all kinds of creatures, maybe they could find out where he belongs. I’ll… just find someone to ask::drink::
Saa: A sanctuary would be perfect-- ::she gives pause hearing him repeat the same phrase for the third time:: Morro, what’s going on? You’re repeating yourself.
Gwen sat quietly, watching the man, worry growing for both him and the little friend he had…obtained. It also clicked that they were about to watch a grown man probably loose every bit of food he had in him pretty soon…and she hated that sound…
Caras: Maybe I am lonely. Maybe it’s lonely on the ship. Maybe I've never lived in a room by myself for longer than a week.
Morro was spilling now. The kanar did a number on him and he was swimming in it. He was now done with the bottle. Maybe he had called Sevantha because he was on a ship and still didn’t know anyone. He didn’t even really know her. But maybe he felt a connection to her, the only person who took him up on one of the vocations he had taken as a pirate. The only person to really remind him of the one good part of his old life he had left behind. Engineering was fine, but it was interacting with machines. Pleasure seeking was interacting with people and seeing results, but in the end, most machines didn’t care. Caras had yet to run into a machine who did.
((TBC...))
Lieutenant LG Sevantha Saa
Medical Officer
USS Astraeus
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and
Ensign Morro Caras
Engineering Officer
USS Octavia E. Butler
O240106MC1
and
Lieutenant JG Gwen'ora Tasen
Science Officer
USS Astraeus, NCC-70652
A240105GT2