Scientist Rurat'dari - I Don't Want Anything To Do With You
Renaie Shortrith
((Interior of "The Lid" Reactor Dome, Moon Sigma))
Rurat'dari glanced out at the chasm, the plasma at the bottom having claimed lives already. She was sure she wouldn't get affected by both forms of radiation, but the blisters that were starting to form on her reptilian skin began to prove otherwise.
oO It'll go away eventually. Oo
This research was fascinating, and 'Dari didn't care about the risk.
She wanted the reward.
There was nothing more emotionally rewarding than this - except when she managed to steal some feminine makeup from one of the Vorta, and shed the masculinity she was born into, at least for an hour.
She grimaced as she saw another person fall into the chasm, but she kept working.
As long as she pleased who she needed to, she would get what she wanted.
oO One day I hope to lead my own science projects. Without the Tholians and Sheliak lingering over my head. Oo
She'd be able to do her own thing eventually, right? And acquire her own required nutrients?
That could be her next project.
As her internal monologue faded, she heard a voice near the entrance of the dome - or rather, four.
oO Who are these people? What do they think they're doing? Oo
She waited an uncounted amount of time before she saw them.
Starfleet uniforms.
Her people had been at war with the so-called Federation for decades, how could she ever accept their help?
Not that she needed it anyway.
Rurat'dari: Who are you?
Her voice was laced with hostility.
T’Fearne: Starfleet, Search and Rescue from the USS Ronin.
O’Connor: Response
oO Why is Starfleet here? Are they here to kill me like they did the rest of my people? Oo
Rurat'dari: What are you doing here?
T’Fearne: ::simply:: People are still alive here.
Wren: ::still not looking:: We’re trying to evacuate any survivors we can find.
Shortrith: We're trying to save who we can.
O’Connor: Response
'Dari glared at them. How dare they disrupt her work?
Rurat'dari: Why? What's the point?
T’Fearne: ::gently:: You don’t have to handle this alone.
Who said anything about having to do this alone? Aduko would come back, wouldn't he?
Wren: ::still apart from the group:: This room is mostly clear from the radiation thanks to that containment field. It’s in good shape too. If I had to guess, they used all the remaining energy to form the field, but it won’t last forever. I’d say we have about two hours until it ruptures.
oO I plan to stay here until something happens from my side. Whether tr'Kharis or Aduko comes back, or any of the others do. If not, I'm staying.
Shortrith: If we evacuate who we can, we can save as many as possible.
Rurat'dari: ::sternly:: I'm staying here.
T’Fearne/O’Connor: Response
Wren: It’s a bit of a stretch, but that looks like the core at the bottom of the pit. If it’s stable, we might be able to warp it directly into a star. It’ll ignite, and burn up.
Shortrith: What impact will that have on the sector? ::To Rurat'dari:: We're here to help. Two of your colleagues have already likely passed on.
Rurat'dari: So what? The investor's don't care.
T’Fearne/O’Connor: Response
Shortrith: The radiation levels are way too high to be safe - what are you even trying to do here?
Rurat'dari: We're… experimenting.
oO I'm not telling anyone anything more than that. Oo
Nobody had to know this was the testing facility for the Lattice Alliance weapon. Or that she worked on it.
T’Fearne/O’Connor: Response
Shortrith: You have to leave. You're going to die if you stay here.
Rurat'dari: No. I'm not leaving. I'm making too much progress.
Wren/T’Fearne/O’Connor: Response
Shortrith: Are your supervisors the Lattice Alliance?
She raised her eyebrows, growing more hostile.
Rurat'dari: What does it matter to you?
Wren/T’Fearne/O’Connor: Response
She noticed the Klingon grimace, so she gave them an intense glare.
Shortrith: Let's just say we were almost attacked by some Tholians.
oO Go figure. Starfleet can never keep their nose in their own business. Oo
Rurat'dari: Can neither confirm nor deny.
Wren/T’Fearne/O’Connor: Response
Rurat'dari: Look, if it matters to you that much, just leave. I don't care whether I'm going to die, I've come this far. I'm finishing this project.
oO The Alliance would kill me anyway. Oo
Shortrith/Wren/T’Fearne/O’Connor: Response
'dari glanced at her arm, noticing some swelling and infections.
Rurat'dari: So what? It'll go away eventually.
Shortrith/Wren/T’Fearne/O’Connor: Response
Her face solidified into a stony expression.
Rurat'dari: No. This is too fascinating to leave.
Shortrith/Wren/T’Fearne/O’Connor: Response
[Tags/TBC]Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith, MD
Acting Chief Medical Officer
USS Ronin
They/Them (Player and character)
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