Lieutenant (J.G.) Hallia Yellir - Strength in Sweetness
Ryan Fender
(( Control Center, Rinascita Station ))
Morgan: Lieutenant, my medkit is still in the Sickbay. I need you to go get it for me (beat) and bring whatever else you can find that will help stop this bleeding.
Yellir: Yes sir. I’ll look for something to stabilize Sherlock too.
As soon as Morgan looked away, Hallia scrambled to the exit of the room. She roughly remembered where the Sickbay was from here, but she didn’t want to get lost. Two people were depending on her to arrive back here with something to treat their wounds.
Morgan: And hurry, Lieutenant.
Yellir: Don’t die while I’m gone.
With a sigh, the Yelikan sprinted towards the sickbay, confident that a non-stealthy approach wouldn’t draw any attention of the remaining Suliban. Either way, the less time she spent on her own, the better. Hallia stood far less of a chance of surviving without Cayden and Morgan at her side.
As she ran, her thoughts dwelled on Sherlock’s wounds. Luckily, the Chief was hit by a beam weapon set on what Hallia assumed to be a standard attempt at ‘kill’.
It wasn’t a bolt of any kind or a hit from a Klingon or Jem’hadar disruptor, so the chance for liquified organs via the absorption of excess kinetic energy was very small. Thermal damage was at least treatable by tools that regenerated the deeper tissues of a humanoid. Any organ damage might require a preliminary check-up, but their technology was advanced enough to overcome any potential complications.
((Flashback))
(( Capital District, Yellir Residence, Yelik — Time Index: 239310.18 ))
Baraann’s face soured at her words, Hallia stood clutching her cat. Her tear-stained features were hardly even able to look her oldest brother in the eyes. The run-down kitchen of their home had never been so baron, stilled by the blistering words and insults hurled between the two siblings. Baraann towered over Hallia, standing on the opposite end of the scrappily put together wooden set of chairs and a table. The front portion of his hair curved upwards, vaguely resembling a ramp. With the long front contrasting to the faded sides.
His calloused hands were wrapped in crude bandages and gripped the back of a chair, the angrier he seemed the get, the more pronounced the veins on his hands became as did his grip.
B. Yellir: Oh like HELL am I letting you go on that transport tomorrow you don’t know the first thing about space travel! Father would—
Yellir: Would what, hm? Don’t you DARE lecture me on what father would think. How dare you think for a split second that you can order me around because you’re ten years my senior. I’m leaving tomorrow and there’s nothing you can say to change my mind.
If it wasn’t for the hissing cat desperately attempting to claw at the already scarred features of her older brother restrained in Hallia’s arms, she would be mimicking Baraann’s heated pose. She could feel Aster fighting against the thick sleeves of her ill-fitted dress.
B. Yellir: So that’s it? So you’re just going to leave us? You’re gonna leave us after this whole family has desperately worked themselves to the bone just to make sure you didn’t endure the worst this pig pen of a world had to offer? Hm? Is that it?
Baraann’s hands threw themselves from the chair, raising into the air and then resting on the sides of his formerly white shirt. There were echoes of red, brown and black stains that peppered the fabric.
B. Yellir: You’re not strong enough, Hallia. You wouldn’t last two weeks!
There was a silence that hovered about the room, as if Baraann had realised what he’d just said. Hallia’s face quivered for a moment. There was a second where she could feel herself fighting back her tears, but as she looked him in the eye, with that slow realisation kicking in, she broke.
Streams fell from her eyes as Aster stopped fighting against Hallia’s grip. The soot furred tomcat gently draped his three tails on her shoulder.
Yellir: Is that how you feel?
B. Yellir: Hallia—
Baraann tried to rest his hand on Hallia’s shoulder only to be met with another hiss from Aster and a scratch deep into his calloused skin. He instantly recoiled, cursing at the tomcat.
Hallia could feel herself breaking down and she instantly ran deeper into the home. She’d endured just as much as everyone else had, she’d worked just as hard to keep the lights running and even on the nights where there wasn’t any food or blankets— how was she considered the ‘weak’ one? It felt like a slap in the face as if one had stuck the label of ‘liability’ on her forehead as if he didn’t even notice how much she tried to smile through the pain. On days where she felt like doing nothing but crying, she pushed on, just trying to get through to the next day. Maybe he was right, but deep down Hallia at least knew her mother was supportive of her decision. She was the one who pushed so hard for Hallia to enlist, it was like she could see there was something in Hallia that they couldn’t nurture here on Yelik.
((Control Center, Rinascita Station – Present Time))
Arriving, Hallia didn’t even take a moment to catch her breath. She grabbed and ran in sickbay, she’d sighted the medkit and grabbed hold of it as well as some other instruments she thought could help Sherlock’s condition. Hallia moved to the doctor, huffing through her words and leaning against a nearby wall and handed him the medkit.
Yellir: ::huff huff:: Here! I— ::huff:: grabbed this too!
Hallia presented a cone-shaped device to the doctor.
Yellir: It’s a deep tissue regenerator. It should stabilize Sherlock at the least. I can work on Meidra.
Adyr: Tell me what to do.
Morgan/Any: Response?
Yellir: Commander, I need you to monitor her vitals using my tricorder. Her wound should’ve clotted by now, but she may have lost a lot of blood. Make sure she isn’t going into shock.
Hallia slipped off the extra case she carried filled with all kinds of excess scientific devices. One of which was a spare medical tricorder. Which was often able to analyze a creature far thoroughly than a normal one would have been able to.
Yellir: Please don’t tell doctor Adea I grabbed that— I ran out of time to ask him to borrow it.
Adyr/Morgan/Any: response?
Hallia hovered the dermal regenerator over the wound, which healed just fine. But once the skin had knitted back together, the Yelikan kept an ear over Meidra’s heart to listen to her pulse. It was slow.
Yellir: Doctor, is there any Inaprovaline handy?
Adyr/Morgan/Any: response?
TAG/TBC
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Lieutenant JG Hallia Yellir
Science Officer
USS Resolution
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