Lieutenant JG Amelia Semara - Senior!?

[Max]

((Substation Mu - Alpha Trionus II, Detention Facility 03949, "The Crack" ))

Under other circumstances, the prison planet might have been quite an interesting place to run a scientific study.  It had so many of the classic traits of a planet early in its formation, yet there were interesting oddities visible everywhere, begging to be scanned.  If only that's what she and the Ensign Doctor were here for.  Then again, getting a chance to see some Sheliak up close and personal without a phaser in hand was an opportunity very few people could claim...

Her chin lifted and the corners of her eyes creased at the thought of a way to make sure any further prying eyes from guards stay firmly out of their business.

Semara: How'd you like to perform a regulatory health and wellness audit on the prisoner population with me, doctor?

Melville-Kilpatrick: That only seems necessary, of course. Just to make sure that everything is up to code.

Semara: Sheliak and Tholian physiology ain't a great match.  They'd have to compromise on a place to meet for long enough to talk regularly.  :: Beat :: I'm thinkin' we might find a Tholian with a touch a' frostbite, or a Sheliak that's got pneumostome problems from the heat.

Small problems that would be easy to explain by the prisoner... Something the prison physician would never report because they seemed minor.  Maybe there would be nothing, but if there was?

Melville-Kilpatrick was quick with the controls, pulling up the medical file.  Amelia's eyes glazed over the diagnostic details, waiting for him to explain.

Melville-Kilpatrick: There's a few here. A Sheliak with a few more problems than you would expect...could be relevant.

She mulled it over a moment, considering her typical quest for certainty against needing something concrete quickly.  They couldn't investigate all of the individuals listed here.

Semara: Pick your favorite, and let's find out.

When he indicated a "patient", she pulled up the file.  Didn't seem like their general, but maybe that was a good thing.  If the Sheliak general was talking to the Tholian janitor, that might create more problems...

Melville-Kilpatrick: Surely the guards would let us have access to this particular patient. Just to ensure that everyone is receiving proper medical care, of course.

Amelia's eyes narrowed into a glittering little grin.

Semara: Why, of course.

Then he looked at her, oozing an aura like a little bear cub that had wandered a few feet out of its den for the first time.

Melville-Kilpatrick: Should I ask, or would it be more official coming from a more senior officer?

Semara: :: Voice corkscrewing higher. :: Senior!?

That really wasn't the thing she should have taken from the poor man's question, but it was the first time anyone had attached the word to her even remotely.  Seriously.  "Junior" was in the rank's name.  She'd have to step up her moisturizer routine before shop clerks started calling her "ma'am" too.

Still, he was probably right, even if she was half-tempted to make him face up to his bit of jitters as punishment for the innocent slip of the tongue.

Semara: :: A sigh, then muttering while downloading data to a PADD. :: This is what happens when your child comes back in time!  Folks suddenly think you're old and wise and senior...

Melville-Kilpatrick: Response

Amelia slipped a playful little sideways smile at the doctor, mostly because she couldn't help herself from a chuckle, but also to make sure the non-empath understood she wasn't actually annoyed and mostly entertained.  Then she grabbed the PADD, and trooped over to the Brikar.  The enormous statue of a man rotated towards her perfectly in place, reddish shadows deepening in the cracks of his already dark skin-crust.  Unbothered by the guard's somewhat ominous architecture, Amelia smiled and presented the PADD.

Semara: The doctor and I found a coupl'a little bitty issues :: pinching her thumb and forefinger together :: with the health records on a few individuals.  You don't mind if we give 'em a quick once-over just to be safe, do you?

A stony sculpture of a hand took the PADD and his rose-quartz eyes fell on it.  Whole continents of rock in the man's face slipped in one seismic tremor of apathetic exhaustion at the apparent exuberance of the woman in front of him as his eyes turned back up.

Brikar: You need an escort to see any inmates, and these are up twenty levels.

Semara: Walkin's good for the constitution, right doctor?  :: A grin to Melville-Kilpatrick. ::

Melville-Kilpatrick: Response

Semara: :: Smile slipping more serious :: 'Sides...  This, what's it called?  :: Peering at the PADD and butchering the word. ::  Peri... Pneumo... Car- Hy-Li-Somethin'-Somethin'... What's the thing you're worried 'bout again?

Her lips pursed in the pouty appearance of confusion, looking to the Ensign to throw some scary sounding doctor words around.  May as well play into the expectations that came all too frequently with an accent like hers for the Brikar's benefit.

Melville-Kilpatrick: Response

Semara: :: Brightening :: That's the one!  Would hate for it to get any worse.  :: Gravely sympathetic ::  Then you'd have all kinds a' doctors here.

Something in the man crumbled, and his spirit flew away even as his body started to move towards the lift.

Brikar: Fine.  This way.

Semara: Thank you kindly, sir.  Such a help.  :: An even bigger smile. ::

Once the guard turned Amelia, waggled her eyebrows and grinned at the ensign, and gave him a covert thumbs up.  She fell in behind the lumbering Brikar who was to be their (apparently deeply disinterested) escort up to visit some Sheliak patients.  Through a door, a large freight lift waited to take them to the upper levels.  A rather slow lift, it turned out, in desperate need of fresh gears and lubricant if the loud clattering and clanking was anything to go by.

After a shuddering start, Amelia shuffled in a little closer to talk with Melville-Kilpatrick under the commotion of the lift's ascent.  She wasn't worried about the guard anyway - his mind was half a quadrant away, probably already on shore leave with some Brikar girl.  She'd know if he dipped back into the conversation.

Semara: Okay, you got your exam.  Thoughts on how we'll know the Sheliak's met any Tholians?  :: A sarcastic smirk. ::  I doubt they'll be as talkative as our guard friend here.

Somehow, she doubted any of these specist, supremacist prisoners would respond to any questioning - direct or otherwise.

Melville-Kilpatrick: Response

Tag / TBC...

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Lieutenant Junior Grade Amelia Magnolia Semara

Science Officer - Special Projects

USS Khitomer - NCC-62400

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