Ensign Haukea-Willow - Invasion of the memory snatchers.
Aly Drolet
OOC: All thoughts and actions are IC. All of Haukea’s “memories” came from a previous sim that was shared with me.
((Sannin VII - Cardassian Embassy - Corridor))
Haukea held back a laugh at the absurdity of the display as Sherlock lowered Iru back to her feet. It had been like watching children refuse a direct order, yet giving in so as to not get in trouble. And Iru was clearly annoyed that her attempt at escape was sabotaged. However that didn’t dissuade her from continuing with her ‘interview’ as she pressed record on her reclaimed PADD.
Yet the situation wasn’t right. Ksivi-Sava in Haukea’s own body was clearly grasping at straws attempting to breathe through a broken nose. Which Haukea’s own fractured consciousness knew would be difficult, as meditative deep breaths kept her not only calm but in a professional, non-talkative, frame of mind. Usually she was a kin to a singer, who took only one breath at the start of the song and didn’t stop til the end. However now she was attempting not to explode.
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): ::looking back at Iru:: Anyways, I think you need to come with us to the ship.
Iru: Oh no - I’m not going anywhere - ::a few steps away for her safety.:: YOU ::an old witchy like finger jutted out towards the calmest of the three… except for the whole screaming for no reason she knew of.:: Take me to your commanding officer, now!!
Willow (as Sherlock): No. ::Voice firm::
Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): Well, the lady seems to have a point, and… ::pointing at Willow’s nose:: I need sick leave anyway. Say, could any of you, by any chance, lend me a handkerchief?
Haukea, in a way, could understand Ksivi-Sava’s reluctance to use the sleeve of their uniform. Despite the odd context they seemed to be under, Haukea was typically a neat person, wanting to keep her uniform clean, though giving up with her hair as it remained frizzy. Nevertheless, as a fleeting memory crossed Haukea’s mind she realized their one saving grace, her mother’s handkerchief, was miles away.
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): I don't, but perhaps the embassy could...
Iru: Call him! ::there was a hint of desperation.:: Then I just call the Cardassian security. ::her threat was not hollow.::
Chaos erupted. Iru was certainly pressing her luck.
Willow (as Sherlock): You do that and they will have to answer to Starfleet security.
Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): ::in a tone sounding just off enough to be the opposite of reassuring:: Well, well, what’s this talk of Cardassians and Starfleet? Let’s just all take a few deep breaths and calm down here, shall we?
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): ::to Ksivi-Sava...the real one:: I'm currently calm as a clam.
Iru: Response
Willow (as Sherlock): There are more of us where we came from. I can easily make a call and have a dozen more security officers show up. ::She was slightly fibbing but Iru didn’t need to know that::
Haukea, even as Sherlock, was only ever going to act threatening. She had a strong dislike for hurting individuals without a direct need. Only in life or death circumstances would she lead with her fist. Unlike her younger cousin Lani.
Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): ::pointing a bloody finger at Sherlock’s body:: I would advise against that, little Miss Badass! Hand me the equipment now, or your parents will have to add a trip to the precinct to their holiday plans!
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): oO Precinct? Oo Precinct? ::holding up a finger to Iru as if asking her to hold on and not interrupt him...her...them:: I don't think the En ::beat:: Lieutenant actually wants...
Iru: Response
Willow (as Sherlock): Go on. Try me.
Ksivi-Sava had managed to pull, after some fumbling, the phaser she kept in her waistband. Having it on full display struck a chord in everyone causing them to pause, staring. He…her…they were holding it backwards, towards themselves.
Seeing the phaser held in such a manner triggered something inside Haukea. Squeezing her eyes shut, all she could see was blinding white light.
Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): ::dazed:: Oh, dear. I think this is all wrong.
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): Ensign, perhaps I may be of assistance?
Sherlock, in the body of Ksivi-Sava, appeared to be the only individual currently capable of complete and rational thought, as evidenced by them taking Haukea’s phaser away from them.
Willow (as Sherlock): ::Haukea/Sherlock let out an impressive groan as the bright white light turned into white hot pain, soreness and discomfort. Unknown to her this was the direct result of a memory not her own:: Uhhgg.
Iru/Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): Response
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): It's ok, it's all good. No one got shot. Calm down.
Willow (as Sherlock): What happened?
Iru: Response
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): Oh hell with it.
In a flash the tables had turned and it was now Ksivi-Sava(Sherlock) who was holding the phaser, pointing it expertly at Iru. Haukea…no Sherlock…Haukea didn’t care, she was more confused, groggy, than aware.
Willow (as Sherlock): I was…I had a flashback…?
Ksivi-Sava (as Willow)/Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): Response
Iru: Response
Sherlock…Haukea…Sherlock knew she had relived some touching moments before waking in pain, sore in places she never knew could be sore.
Willow (as Sherlock): I was…but now I’m… ::Her voice was stuttering, feeling out of use:: I’m alive?
Ksivi-Sava (as Willow)/Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): Response
Iru: Response
Sherlock (Haukea) peered around the corridor, eyes unfocused. Where was the doctor? She assumed if she had been dead she would be in sickbay with a doctor waiting for her to wake up. She remembered there being a doctor who greeted her the moment she woke up. Either that or her friends from the Resolution. Neither were present currently.
Willow (as Sherlock): Where is the doctor? Crew from the Resolution? ::beat:: This is not how I remember…hmmmmm.
Ksivi-Sava (as Willow)/Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): Response
Iru: Response
