Senior Chief Miash: Quiet Beats
Erik
While using the “Q” word in any medical setting was strictly forbidden by an unwritten law, rule, guide, whatever you want to call it… It was times when the quiet set in that the medical staff began to feel unsettled. You would suspect that quiet means all is good and no one’s dying, but any medical person worth their Latinum knew this was only a rouse.
Miash was on shift. She’d read the ship report, they’d entered orbit of this planet called Cheyd’lang and had diplomats on board. The report also asked for off duty personnel to limit their time on the upper decks and in the science areas, a request from the Ops department. Miash was impressed, Ops where she came from were really glorified maintenance people, but on the ‘Oumuamua and the OEB they were so much more. She didn’t understand half the stuff that Ops folks did, but it didn’t really matter, she just followed what she was told.
Miash had gone through the daily sickbay tasks, and even took some time to make sure Dr. Toz’s active experiments were in working order. There was nobody in sickbay, she’d let her nurses take a bit of time off, with the expectation of immediate return if needed.
Computer: =/\= Senior Chief, you’ve been requested to oversee an experiment in Science Lab 1, including medical intervention if warranted. =/\=
Normally this would have been a duty for the doctors but Toz was planet side and the other doctors were all indisposed, she felt quite honored and also anxious as her MD studies were no where near done.
Miash: =/\= Nurse Houlihan, please report for sickbay coverage. =/\=
Miash typed up a few notes for the nurse and made her way down to the Science labs deck once she’d arrived.
(( Science Lab 1, Deck 10, U.S.S. Octavia E. Butler ))
Miash hadn’t had a chance to wonder the ship much, but she was grateful at how helpful the computer was getting her to Science Lab 1. She didn’t even ask for the help, if she hadn’t stopped to think awkwardly in the middle of a corridor as to where Sci Lab 1 was, she might still be wondering. The computer saw her pause and asked if she’d wanted assistance, and now… here she was.
As the science lab doors opened…
Qualunque: Maybe. :: she said, feeling a bit more hopeful :: Do you think you could help me with that?
Tiazol: Responses.
Martinson: I don't see why not. Come on, let's play.
Qualunque: Really? :: she said, feeling a spark of excitement about the games on the table:: That would be great. Thank you.
Miash: Excuse me Lieutenant, you requested a medical officer?
They seemed extra focused as one of the lieutenants walked over to what appeared to be a game and hand small ornate pieces to the other officers.
Martinson: Ok, here's your pieces. And, well, I'm not sure.
Tiazol: Responses.
Qualunque: Well, how about we start with these games? :: she said, pointing to the artifacts :: Maybe we can figure out how they work. And how to make them safe.
Miash: I do believe safety would be prudent dear.
Martinson: That's what I'm not sure about. It didn't come with instructions.
This didn’t really make Miash feel settled.
Martinson/Tiazol: Responses.
Qualunque: Don't worry, I'll be careful. :: she said, confidently :: What could possibly go wrong?
Miash jumped back as the pieces suddenly were jerked from their hands to the starting points as if pulled by some magnetic force. She immediately pulled out her medical tricorder.
Martinson: Well that's interesting.
Martinson/Tiazol/Qualunque: Responses.
Martinson: Something about this feels familiar.
Tiazol/Qualunque: Responses.
Martinson: I don't know. It's just like a vague memory. Like I've seen this somewhere before.
The fact that this was familiar had Miash perplexed, she’d never heard of such a game, but she did know that this type of commodity would do well at market, knowledge that she never used nor planned to, useless for any intrinsic value.
Tiazol/Qualunque: Responses.
Mel snapped his view towards the door of the lab thinking he heard something, like someone beating on the door gently and steadily. Like a drumming in the distance.
Martinson: Did you guys hear that?
Miash: I definitely did!
Martinson/Tiazol/Qualunque: Responses.
Miash: Maybe we should refrain from playing until we know more about it?
Although, it couldn’t be denied, there was something about this game, something that seemed to pull her interest, make her even want to join in, and she wasn’t really known for being a board game type, not that anyone really ever asked her.
TBC / Tags!
Miash
Head Nurse - Senior Chief Petty Officer
USS Octavia E Buttler NCC-82850
Writer ID: O239910TA4
She/Her (Character)
He/Him (Writer)