Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari ~ I didn't touch anything I swear!
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Roxanna Dorion
Mar 28, 2026, 3:20:22 PMMar 28
to USS Khitomer – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((USS Khitomer, Deck 12, Main Engineering))
Truth be told, Talia loved Vulcans. They were just so...incredibly honest. She found the directness refreshing. No hint of ulterior motive, or their words not matching their emotional output. Given the situation, that figure was usually low. They weren't what she called "Big projectors," and it was sometimes a nice little reprieve for her empathic senses.
That being said, LTJG Michaels was not the average Vulcan. She had been raised amongst humans, and sometimes she could sense an attempt to...emote more? It was hard to describe, but her visits to engineering were always interesting.
Michaels: Just like my friendly neighborhood spiderman? :: brief nod :: I should apologize. The pain meds do seem to be impacting my temperament somewhat. I do appreciate your concern for my well being. I will assign Ensign Lacy to monitor me and send me off to avail myself of your services if, in her estimation, my judgement is impaired.
The Haliian snorted. She was familiar with the Spiderman character. Vastly confused on how a radioactive venomous bite allowed for total DNA integration without serious downsides...but Nolen told her she was overthinking it and should just appreciate the witty banter and the skin-tight suit. Perhaps that last bit was her own personal inflection.
Ohnari: ::amused:: How very logical.
Michaels: Mr. Morda. It is good to see you again. Perhaps I was in error but I understood you were going to working with Security.
Morda: Something seems to keep pulling me into your orbit, ma’am. I can go check the grav plate baffles, though I'd need someone to tell me what a grav plate baffle looks like. ::Shrugging:: Based on past experience, temporary detached assignment to engineering is a good learning experience.
It seemed Michaels dismissed her. She wasn't offended, she was a doctor in engineering. If the teal of her uniform didn't clash with the hues of yellows and golds, her absolute lack of knowledge for this posting would become obvious as soon as she opened her mouth. Which, she was being really good and keeping shut.
With Connor moving up to command, it was nice to see Michaels, despite her healing, not looking worse for wear. She truly had nothing of value to add to the conversation, but the spike of apprehension she sensed radiating off Ensign Lacy had her pausing to return to Sickbay. She could hang around a bit and chart here if necessary....
oO Ooh!! I wonder if the battle chair is still here!! Oo
Long ago, before the extra pips and responsibility, two Jr grade lieutenants in Medical decided to try and create a jousting scenario. After the absolute lack of propulsion, she had done the unthinkable: Called Connor and Nolen. Within twenty minutes, Sickbay was no longer just the Haliian and Gorn, it was crawling with two then-lower ranked engineers, a box of tools, and questionable ethics. Within the hour, they managed to turbo boost the humble chair. It was a disaster and ended with poor Seesh, her Gorn counterpart, crashing into the storage room. All were sworn to secrecy as Talia swiftly cleaned up the mess...and the Gorn.
But she knew there was no way Connor or Nolen would get rid of such a contraption...and it looked like Connor hadn't gotten around to dismantling his office yet....
Lacy: Commander?
Talia jumped, caught while trying to find the secret turbo switch, spinning in the process. She sat primly, but physics being a cruel mistress, the spinning hadn't quiet halted. So it took her until the next rotation to be back to face-to-face with Ginny,
Ohnari: Oh hi! I was uh....::playing with Connor's chair. Literally no other explanation would populate in her brain.:: What can I do for you?
Ginny looked terribly uncomfortable. Talia's previously...frosty reception to the Ensign was at fault. But that was propulsion under the proverbial chair by now.
Lacy: I just— um, I wanted to say, ma’am…
Ohnari: ::smiling knowingly:: You aren't interested in a career change?
Lacy: I'm not a nurse, ma'am. If there was a problem with Lieutenant Michaels and I needed to tell you, I wouldn’t know what to look for.
Ohnari: ::mock disappointment:: But our uniforms are so flattering...::winking:: Not to worry, Ensign. I am hanging around for a bit longer for that very reason. Consider yourself "Off the hook", as it were. ::sighing:: This isn't the chair I hoped it would be.
Crestfallen, she didn't bother offering an explanation. She decided they were both better suited back in main engineering, where Lacy could return to her post, and Talia could attempt not to get in the way. The two left what had been Connor's office, and returned. It seemed Ensign Morda had also been conscripted.
She really hoped she'd be able to push at least three shiny buttons...
Morda: ::Noticing Ensign Lacy stepping back over:: Plenty, but let me take a first attempt at figuring out which ones I can get an answer to. Would be great if Ensign Lacy can assist.
Lacy: I suggest we start with what we can tell about the ship. If we can figure out what caused the damage, we might be able to figure out what their crew did to escape, and then work backward from there.
Hovering around a rather shiny panel of gem toned buttons, she held her hands behind her back, itching to give a liiitle tap....
Ohnari: Let me know if I can assist with any life signs or what not.
Morda: Ensign Lacy, let’s pull up scans of that ship and our probe telemetry and see if anything stands out. If we can establish a commonality, that in and of itself is instructive. If not, we’ve got two different vectors for harm to contend with.
The closest panel to her had the most lovely shade of turquoise. Everything in Sickbay had to be sanitizable instantly; it was mostly utilitarian grey. Perhaps she could alter the color scheme a smidge...
Morda: ::to Lacy:: Are we authorized to run active scans on that Sheliak ship and the area where the probe was lost, or are we in passive-mode only?
Lacy: Response
Morda: Do you see any telltales from the area where the probe was lost that match up with the Sheliak damage?
Lacy: Response
Talia really didn't have much to contribute, not that she anticipated being able to offer much, but she settled at an empty terminal and began charting again. After a few minutes, the change of scenery wasn't enough to dispel the deep disdain for the chore. Maybe someone would have a minor injury she could help with....
From somewhere else in engineering, someone bellowed: “The nebula’s starting to surround us!" Talia froze, glanced around, and then up, begging the Gods for forgiveness for her flippant thought.
Michaels/Lacy: Response
Ohnari: Well that can't be good...
The chirping sound cut through
Naxell: =/\= Naxell to Commander Ohnari. We may be stuck for a while at low power, so please have the medical staff prepare.
Stuck. Low power. Her least favorite phrases. Something always went belly-up in those situations without fail.
Ohnari: =/\= Aye sir, ::beat:: Ensign Melville-Kilpatrick is assisting Lieutenant El'Heem in science, any chance you have some spare officers in your pocket...? =/\=
Michaels/Morda: =/\= Response =/\=
She really didn't want to yank the Doc from El'Heem if she could help it, all she would be doing was securing non-critical equipment and setting up an emergency triage just in case. Really she needed some strappi-
Naxell: =/\= Response
Even better.
Truth be told, Talia loved Vulcans. They were just so...incredibly honest. She found the directness refreshing. No hint of ulterior motive, or their words not matching their emotional output. Given the situation, that figure was usually low. They weren't what she called "Big projectors," and it was sometimes a nice little reprieve for her empathic senses.
That being said, LTJG Michaels was not the average Vulcan. She had been raised amongst humans, and sometimes she could sense an attempt to...emote more? It was hard to describe, but her visits to engineering were always interesting.
Michaels: Just like my friendly neighborhood spiderman? :: brief nod :: I should apologize. The pain meds do seem to be impacting my temperament somewhat. I do appreciate your concern for my well being. I will assign Ensign Lacy to monitor me and send me off to avail myself of your services if, in her estimation, my judgement is impaired.
The Haliian snorted. She was familiar with the Spiderman character. Vastly confused on how a radioactive venomous bite allowed for total DNA integration without serious downsides...but Nolen told her she was overthinking it and should just appreciate the witty banter and the skin-tight suit. Perhaps that last bit was her own personal inflection.
Ohnari: ::amused:: How very logical.
Michaels: Mr. Morda. It is good to see you again. Perhaps I was in error but I understood you were going to working with Security.
Morda: Something seems to keep pulling me into your orbit, ma’am. I can go check the grav plate baffles, though I'd need someone to tell me what a grav plate baffle looks like. ::Shrugging:: Based on past experience, temporary detached assignment to engineering is a good learning experience.
It seemed Michaels dismissed her. She wasn't offended, she was a doctor in engineering. If the teal of her uniform didn't clash with the hues of yellows and golds, her absolute lack of knowledge for this posting would become obvious as soon as she opened her mouth. Which, she was being really good and keeping shut.
With Connor moving up to command, it was nice to see Michaels, despite her healing, not looking worse for wear. She truly had nothing of value to add to the conversation, but the spike of apprehension she sensed radiating off Ensign Lacy had her pausing to return to Sickbay. She could hang around a bit and chart here if necessary....
oO Ooh!! I wonder if the battle chair is still here!! Oo
Long ago, before the extra pips and responsibility, two Jr grade lieutenants in Medical decided to try and create a jousting scenario. After the absolute lack of propulsion, she had done the unthinkable: Called Connor and Nolen. Within twenty minutes, Sickbay was no longer just the Haliian and Gorn, it was crawling with two then-lower ranked engineers, a box of tools, and questionable ethics. Within the hour, they managed to turbo boost the humble chair. It was a disaster and ended with poor Seesh, her Gorn counterpart, crashing into the storage room. All were sworn to secrecy as Talia swiftly cleaned up the mess...and the Gorn.
But she knew there was no way Connor or Nolen would get rid of such a contraption...and it looked like Connor hadn't gotten around to dismantling his office yet....
Lacy: Commander?
Talia jumped, caught while trying to find the secret turbo switch, spinning in the process. She sat primly, but physics being a cruel mistress, the spinning hadn't quiet halted. So it took her until the next rotation to be back to face-to-face with Ginny,
Ohnari: Oh hi! I was uh....::playing with Connor's chair. Literally no other explanation would populate in her brain.:: What can I do for you?
Ginny looked terribly uncomfortable. Talia's previously...frosty reception to the Ensign was at fault. But that was propulsion under the proverbial chair by now.
Lacy: I just— um, I wanted to say, ma’am…
Ohnari: ::smiling knowingly:: You aren't interested in a career change?
Lacy: I'm not a nurse, ma'am. If there was a problem with Lieutenant Michaels and I needed to tell you, I wouldn’t know what to look for.
Ohnari: ::mock disappointment:: But our uniforms are so flattering...::winking:: Not to worry, Ensign. I am hanging around for a bit longer for that very reason. Consider yourself "Off the hook", as it were. ::sighing:: This isn't the chair I hoped it would be.
Crestfallen, she didn't bother offering an explanation. She decided they were both better suited back in main engineering, where Lacy could return to her post, and Talia could attempt not to get in the way. The two left what had been Connor's office, and returned. It seemed Ensign Morda had also been conscripted.
She really hoped she'd be able to push at least three shiny buttons...
Morda: ::Noticing Ensign Lacy stepping back over:: Plenty, but let me take a first attempt at figuring out which ones I can get an answer to. Would be great if Ensign Lacy can assist.
Lacy: I suggest we start with what we can tell about the ship. If we can figure out what caused the damage, we might be able to figure out what their crew did to escape, and then work backward from there.
Hovering around a rather shiny panel of gem toned buttons, she held her hands behind her back, itching to give a liiitle tap....
Ohnari: Let me know if I can assist with any life signs or what not.
Morda: Ensign Lacy, let’s pull up scans of that ship and our probe telemetry and see if anything stands out. If we can establish a commonality, that in and of itself is instructive. If not, we’ve got two different vectors for harm to contend with.
The closest panel to her had the most lovely shade of turquoise. Everything in Sickbay had to be sanitizable instantly; it was mostly utilitarian grey. Perhaps she could alter the color scheme a smidge...
Morda: ::to Lacy:: Are we authorized to run active scans on that Sheliak ship and the area where the probe was lost, or are we in passive-mode only?
Lacy: Response
Morda: Do you see any telltales from the area where the probe was lost that match up with the Sheliak damage?
Lacy: Response
Talia really didn't have much to contribute, not that she anticipated being able to offer much, but she settled at an empty terminal and began charting again. After a few minutes, the change of scenery wasn't enough to dispel the deep disdain for the chore. Maybe someone would have a minor injury she could help with....
From somewhere else in engineering, someone bellowed: “The nebula’s starting to surround us!" Talia froze, glanced around, and then up, begging the Gods for forgiveness for her flippant thought.
Michaels/Lacy: Response
Ohnari: Well that can't be good...
The chirping sound cut through
Naxell: =/\= Naxell to Commander Ohnari. We may be stuck for a while at low power, so please have the medical staff prepare.
Stuck. Low power. Her least favorite phrases. Something always went belly-up in those situations without fail.
Ohnari: =/\= Aye sir, ::beat:: Ensign Melville-Kilpatrick is assisting Lieutenant El'Heem in science, any chance you have some spare officers in your pocket...? =/\=
Michaels/Morda: =/\= Response =/\=
She really didn't want to yank the Doc from El'Heem if she could help it, all she would be doing was securing non-critical equipment and setting up an emergency triage just in case. Really she needed some strappi-
Naxell: =/\= Response
Even better.
Ohnari: =/\= Consider it done sir. =/\= ::the commline closed and she nodded:: Ensign Morda you are with me, Lieutenant Michaels the department is yours, just remember light duty. Leave the heavy lifting to the minions. Report any disorientation or increased discomfort to Sickbay immediately, understood?
Michaels/Morda: Response
Nodding, she waved a goodbye to Michaels and Lacy, making her way towards the door, tapping her comm in the process
Ohnari: =/\= Ohnari to Liuetenant Zerva
Zerva: =/\= Response
Ohnari: =/\= Please meet me and Ensign Morda in Sickbay, we've got some battening of hatches to do...
Zerva/Morda: =/\= Response
TAG/TBC
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Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari, MD
Chief Medical Officer
USS Khitomer
C239205ME0
Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari, MD
Chief Medical Officer
USS Khitomer
C239205ME0
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