Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith - I'm A Doctor, Not A Babysitter
Renaie Shortrith
((Damaged Dome, Moon Sigma, Ross-580))
Shortrith: Looks like we're here… Doesn't look like there's much left.
Renaie quietly swore in Klingon under their breath, silently hoping that none of the others in the away team spoke Klingon, or at least, not to the point they understood cursing.
O'Connor: What do you guys make of that?
T’Fearne: Response
O'Connor: All right then, if the life signs are that way.
Renaie glanced between the others and the unstable building.
Shortrith: I'm ready to go in when you are.
Wren: I haven’t detected any more ripples at this point, but I’m keeping an eye on it.
oO Good idea. Oo
T’Fearne: Response
The group wandered through a messy lot of quarters, and Renaie raised a sole eyebrow.
Wren: ::thoughtfully: The door’s been reset to factory settings. If they’re trying to hide something, this isn’t the best way to do it. ::finishes setting the door up:: Should open now.
T’Fearne: Response
As the doors opened, Renaie almost dropped their tricorder in surprise.
O’Connor: What the???
oO How… what? What in the stars? Oo
Wren: ::fully running into the room:: No! Not for babies, no! ::scooping up the now-crying Romulan:: Hey, hey come on, stop that. Stop. You don’t want to be electrocuted, that’s not fun. ::reaching into her engineering kit:: Hang on, I- oh! ::pulling out an assortment of ID tags that are tangled together:: Here, play with this ::handing it to him::
Shortrith: How… what? This seems impossible.
Wren: ::fully running into the room:: No! Not for babies, no! ::scooping up the now-crying Romulan:: Hey, hey come on, stop that. Stop. You don’t want to be electrocuted, that’s not fun. ::reaching into her engineering kit:: Hang on, I- oh! ::pulling out an assortment of ID tags that are tangled together:: Here, play with this ::handing it to him::
O’Connor: Uh, okay…good job…::he took a long slow deep breath and looked back at the crew:: Ok, let’s…
Renaie glanced at O'Connor as he stopped speaking - he'd been bitten
O’Connor: Ahhhh… Son of a….
Shortrith: Looks like… You okay, Commander?
T’Fearne: Response
Wren: ::completely distracted:: I always forget that Romulans wear shoulder pads and aren’t actually shaped like rectangles…… what? Oh, ::tucking the Romulan baby under her arm like a football, reaching into her engineering kit again:: I’m guessing this has something to do with the time ripples we saw outside. If I had to guess, this is what’s left of the crew after walking through one of those things.
O’Connor: Agreed, first let’s…
Renaie was about to pick up a six-ish-month-old Bajoran and moved them away from technology before O'Connor's outfit slit. And they heard about it.
O’Connor: Yaaaahh….
Shortrith: I can try to fix it up, if you wish. You okay?
T’Fearne: Response
Wren: I mean it could be worse, at least they don’t know what’s going on…. At least I don’t think they know what’s going on, I can’t actually read babies. He still seems pretty broken up, though. ::handing the Romulan baby off to O’Connor, who is closest, before squatting in front of the broken panel:: This looks like it’s been kicked in, not removed properly. ::powering it down, before pulling out an old Sensor Relay emitter:: This is from the original Romulan empire. Romulan engineers have almost universally switched to the Vulcan systems by now, this site might be a lot older than we think…. Even with all the babies.... any way we can corral those guys?
O’Connor: Well since we forgot to pack a sheepdog or a nanny I think the most qualified we have for baby wrangling duty is a counselor. ::He smiles at Shortrith and passes the Romulan baby off:: See what you can do to gather them up. :: he picked up the plasma cutter:: They seem to like shiny things.
oO I'm primarily a doctor, but I guess a counsellor classifies. Oo
Shortrith: What do I do with it? I'm not a paediatrician like Alyndra.
O’Connor: I don’t know…Maybe play a game or sing a song or something. .::bends next to where Delphina is in front of the panel:: Ensign, while you’re baby-proofing the room, see if you can create a small forcefielded area we can use for a playpen, then try to get the replicator online. Who knows when the last time these guys ate was. ::he waved his bitten hand:: They seem to be hungry.
oO I know I'd be.
Wren/T’Fearne: Response
O’Connor: Lt. T’Fearne and I will check out the rest of the rooms along this corridor and hopefully be right back.
Wren/T’Fearne: Response
Shortrith: Go well- owww don't bite me you little-
Wren: Response
Shortrith: I'm fine I think… but I've also gotten bitten by this child.
Wren: Response
Shortrith: Okay kids… follow me…
oO I am Not Great at Children… Help. Oo
Wren: Response
Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith, MD
Acting Chief Medical Officer
USS Ronin
They/Them (Player and character)
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