Lt. Jg Haukea-Willow: Ensign Bear.
Aly Drolet
((Turbolift))
Now the security officer, Haukea, found herself awkwardly holding the bear, tying the green bandana into her hair like a headband, within the turbolift. Having had to retie the fabric a few good times she was distracted when the lift doors opened, allowing for another individual to enter.
Corey Wethern, carrying a substantially sized cup of coffee, entered the lift, startling Haukea due to his sudden appearance.
Willow: Eeeep. You startled me.
Wethern: I know I haven't had much sleep recently but I don't look that bad. ::Corey mock smelled his armpits:: I've showered too.
Willow: ::Rambling:: Just wasn’t expecting anyone to show up. Anyway, where you off to? It must be somewhere good. Or at least as good as it can get, what with the surprise call back. Hope you are well, last mission was rather brutal. I mean… ::breath::
Corey eyed Willow with a slight skeptical eyebrow raised. The security officer would have gone on with her words, yet, not wanting to be rude, she took to catching her breath instead, listening to the medical officer respond in kind.
Wethern: Didn't you get the ping notification for recall to the ship. Figured there wasn't much point in starting the nice glass of whisky I poured and would just head to either the bridge or sickbay. Where you headed to in a hurry?
Willow: I mean I wasn’t going anywhere in particular, I was, I mean, about to head back to my quarters, but even then, when I got the notification, I had not quite left yet, so it wasn’t any trouble.
Corey seemed to nod knowingly at her rushed words, which Haukea spit out as if anxious, likely true in another species, however, the Risian, 41 years old, though still young comparatively, merely shook, eager in many ways.
Wethern: Ah that explains it. Although I still have to ask what is going on with the teddy bear?
The small beige, doughy bear continued to hang limp from her hand, naked in all sense of the word, but to a bear, perfectly natural.
Haukea’s face lit up at the question.
Willow: It was supposed to be a gift for my daughter, she’s twelve. She might be a bit old for it though; and since we got recalled… ::The Risian woman faded off::
The handsome doctor, whom Haukea might have developed a small admiration towards, chuckled, smiling.
Wethern: I can't wait to see how many times you will need to explain it. Perhaps we should replicate it a Starfleet uniform and bring it to the next briefing.
The lift slowed to an abrupt stop, door gaping, allowing another passenger, a Klingon, Korras, to join them, appearing slightly haggard. Haukea, herself, contrastingly, grew her smile a mile wide, the space below her eyes dusting pink.
Willow: Oh my god, you have brilliant, if not fantastic ideas Corey! Absolutely we should. ::Unlike before, Korras’ presence did not alarm her:: Hello Korras. How are you today?
Korras: I just left sickbay. Apparently, a heart that is fibrillating needs some medical attention. ::grinning::
Wethern: That does normally need some kind of intervention. It's shocking really ::Corey chuckled to himself a little:: Sorry medical joke. I would be more worried if you weren't Klingon.
Haukea, as a Crisis Response Officer, knew, at best, basic first aid and triage skills, nothing next to anatomy.
Willow: Why?
Korras: Indeed, Klingons have two hearts. And three lungs. Some other organs we also have more of then typical humanoids do.
Wethern: At least you got it seen to. Could have taken everything out of rhythm otherwise and your heart's would be doing a version of Klingon opera.
Sympathy was a Haukea specialty.
Willow: You alright though? No lasting damage?
She would have added that some little girl, sitting lonely back on base, still required her “uncle” to be around, yet she didn’t want to make the man uncomfortable.
Korras: I will have to avoid strenuous activity for a few days, but there is no lasting damage.
Wethern: Glad to hear it. Couldn't have you out of action too long.
Willow: Happy day!
Korras: So, any idea why we got recalled so suddenly?
Wethern: Whatever it is distracted me from a good scotch and report writing. It's unusual normally they aren't as cryptic issuing a general recall.
Willow: I haven’t a clue. I typically don’t ask questions unless they are absolutely necessary.
Korras: Response
Wethern: Maybe we outstayed our welcome on Miri IV. I really hope they aren't going to blame me for the rain.
Willow: You cured everyone. Shouldn’t that be enough?
In life saving measures blame could be put aside.
Korras: Response
Wethern: Korras have you met the newest member of the crew?
Corey nodded towards Willow’s stuffed bear, prompting her to raise the creature as if she was a child, presenting it to an adult.
Willow: He still needs a name. Corey thinks he should have a uniform, I agree, though a bow tie would be nice, bow ties are cool. What you think?
Korras/Wethern: Response
Haukea embraced the bear, nestling the animal to her chest. Unlike any number of children, the security officer was absent from stuffed memorabilia in her childhood. Not that her mother or father detested them, she simply felt there was no need up until now.
Willow: Like I told Wethern, it was supposed to be a gift for my daughter, since I’m gone so often. But she’s twelve and I don’t know if she would see it as foolish or not.
The woman was still going on, talking a mile a minute if not more, still she was managing to take more frequent breaths, to slow down her pace.
Korras/Wethern: Response
Willow: I mean, I’m no medical doctor, I merely work with individuals who’ve come from a bad situation, but there must be some science behind it, right?
Korras/Wethern: Response
Willow: Though it would be funny, seeing Taybrim’s face when they look at the bear, giving them orders. I mean they are crew after all.
Korras/Wethern: Response
