Doctor Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS - Three and a Half Stars, Begrudgingly
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Karrod Niac
Mar 1, 2026, 11:25:05 PMMar 1
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Sickbay, Deck 10, USS Ronin - in orbit of Gas Giant A, Ross 580 System))
O’Connor: You like accidents so much, you’re about to have another one. What the h3!! are you hiding?
Rurat'dari: Just tell him already! They know what I did. Tell. Them.
She didn't want him to tell them, but she knew he probably needed to.
Avae: That’s enough! This is not a Tsunkatse arena!
Thess had run entirely out of patience, completely out of civility and was rushing headlong towards a bankruptcy of sanity when she remembered an old trick and pressed her fingers to both sides of her lips and let out a shrill whistle that could summon up her families dogs from kilometers away. In the claustrophobic pre-coffin that pretended to be sickbay, it was like setting off a shock grenade.
De la Croix: You will behave like civilized beings or I swear to you the amputations will be as clumsy as they are random.
The senior nurse took the moment of brief distraction to press a hypo into the Commander's neck and he collapsed into her arms a moment later. Between everyone in the room cupping the ears in pain and looking between the two of them in something like fear, a small measure of order reimposed itself.
Avae: ::brandishing the hypo like a weapon:: Finally. Now I don’t know what you did to make things worse for us while we’re trying to keep your research from devastating the quadrant but you should tell our acting Captain or Chief of Security. Unless you want to get the same.
De la Croix: Back into your biobeds and the only thing I want to hear from any of you are short, direct answers to questions. If you're dying I expect you to do so quietly or not at all.
As the senior nurse handily lugged the unconscious Commander to an adjacent biobed Thess felt a small measure of her own composure returning. There was a gratifying look of uncertainty in the eyes of her patients as she scanned them and she made a point to loom just a bit too close for comfort a few times to drive home the point.
This medical facility might be the most archaic and cobbled together blood letting parlor in the sector but she would not allow that to be an excuse for the poor manners of others.
((Fifteen Minutes Later))
With some fairly mundane radiation exposure therapies in progress and the influx of patients finally abating, Thess had a moment to gather up her data and finally try to tackle some of the larger mysteries they were facing. This 'Sencha' radiation they'd been exposed to was doing some absolutely horrendous but incredibly interesting things to their neural peptides and she wanted to catalog as much of the data as she could while it was fresh at hand.
The universe, as always, made its opinion on her plans known by sounding several bioalarms from the bed occupied by non-other than Lt. Commander O'Connor, ships chief helmsman and, for reasons that she still hadn't entirely been able to fathom, about ten years younger than his records suggested he was.
Avae: Ian, are you alright? Your blood pressure’s spiking.
Thess walked from her office to check the biomonitors herself, looking between them and the startled looking Orion.
De la Croix: You're quite alright...young man. No need to cause a fuss, we've had more than enough of that in here today.
Rox: Response
O’Connor: Umm, well. I just…it’s…ummm
Avae: You look flushed. And your heart rate is elevated.
Thess nodded at the biomonitors and then back to the young mans rapidly coloring complexion.
De la Croix: And your antenna are standing on end. You probably don't want to strain one of those just now.
Rox: Response
O’Connor: whoah, um. Can you guys just give me a minute?...and maybe a blanket?
Avae: Well I think that pretty much confirms that our helmsman was de-aged like some of the others. I’d guess about fifteen or sixteen years old comparatively.
De la Croix: Indeed...and assuming it's the same thing that affected our other patients, we should be able to resolve it in fairly short order. But you will need to stay in Sickbay for the time being while we do quite a number of scans.
Rox: Response
O’Connor: Wait, if this is affecting my emotions and hormones like this, what’s this doing to our 12 year old Vulcan/Betazoid Security Officer? Is T’Fearne ok?
Avae: ::She shrugged slightly:: She did show similar signs, but being part Vulcan she’s better equipped to deal with the upswing of emotions. I think she’s on the bridge.
De la Croix: Yes well leave it to a woman to hold herself together while the rest of them go to pieces over something so trivial.
Rox: Response
O’Connor: She’s on the bridge? ::coincidently he felt the ship shimmy a bit as if they’d just made an evasive maneuver:: I’d better make sure she’s ok then.
Avae: That’s it. From now on, when he’s in Sickbay we’re using restraining fields. I don’t care if he comes in for a splinter in his pinkie. That’s twice he’s gone off like that without being cleared.
Thess grabbed for the shockingly vigorous young man but came up with only air and found herself shouting at a set of sickbay doors as they hissed closed.
De La Croix: You come back here right this instant....oh what's the use? It's like the people on this ship enjoy being medical oddities.
Rox: Response
Avae: I’m hoping that whatever the rest of the crew is doing about that out of control whatever it is, will sort out the aging issues among our patients. I don’t think any of us want to have to deal with a hormonal helmsman. And I don’t think they allow blankets on the bridge. ::she grinned at Rox:: We should make a calendar.
Their senior nurse giggled and Thess, unexpectedly, found one of her own rattling out. Tension mixed with something like shock from the last few hours all bubbled over at once and she found herself laughing so hard at the absurdity of it she could barely breath.
De La Croix: ...and those little green cheeks....I can't...oh...oh I can't remember the last time I laughed like that. Thank you Nurse...both of you. You've done...adequate work today.
Rox: Response
Avae: How are the others?
De la Croix: Most are resting...some more comfortably than others. I believe our efforts have been fruitful...assuming the ship survives the next few hours, these people should as well.
Rox/Kangar: Response
Thess looked to the alert board hanging on one side of their duranium mausoleum and offered a deep, theatrical sigh.
Avae: I think we might be having more guests soon.
Thess looked at the fully occupied biobeds with a frown.
De la Croix: Not here we won't, we won't be able to free up any of theses beds for at least an hour. Advise them to head to ward C and I'll meet them there...I think I can leave you two in charge of this lot...and if that plucky little Jem'Hadar ever wanders back in do make sure to put a bowl and a treat out for them.
Avae/Rox/Kangar: Response
Thess nodded and offered a jaunty little wave behind her as she adjusted her hair and tucked her hands in her lab coat, leaving the nurses to deal with the irritating patients while she sought out the kind she much preferred...unconscious, critically injured, and quiet.
[Tags/End scene for DLC!]
((OOC: Can pick up the medical drama in Ward C with the folks from the Transporter Room scene in a separate sim to keep the size a bit more manageable as we head to mission wrap up this week. Great work everybody!!))
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Doctor Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS
Duchess of Saint-Malo
Chief Surgeon of a rusted out hovel
V239509GT0
O’Connor: You like accidents so much, you’re about to have another one. What the h3!! are you hiding?
Rurat'dari: Just tell him already! They know what I did. Tell. Them.
She didn't want him to tell them, but she knew he probably needed to.
Avae: That’s enough! This is not a Tsunkatse arena!
Thess had run entirely out of patience, completely out of civility and was rushing headlong towards a bankruptcy of sanity when she remembered an old trick and pressed her fingers to both sides of her lips and let out a shrill whistle that could summon up her families dogs from kilometers away. In the claustrophobic pre-coffin that pretended to be sickbay, it was like setting off a shock grenade.
De la Croix: You will behave like civilized beings or I swear to you the amputations will be as clumsy as they are random.
The senior nurse took the moment of brief distraction to press a hypo into the Commander's neck and he collapsed into her arms a moment later. Between everyone in the room cupping the ears in pain and looking between the two of them in something like fear, a small measure of order reimposed itself.
Avae: ::brandishing the hypo like a weapon:: Finally. Now I don’t know what you did to make things worse for us while we’re trying to keep your research from devastating the quadrant but you should tell our acting Captain or Chief of Security. Unless you want to get the same.
De la Croix: Back into your biobeds and the only thing I want to hear from any of you are short, direct answers to questions. If you're dying I expect you to do so quietly or not at all.
As the senior nurse handily lugged the unconscious Commander to an adjacent biobed Thess felt a small measure of her own composure returning. There was a gratifying look of uncertainty in the eyes of her patients as she scanned them and she made a point to loom just a bit too close for comfort a few times to drive home the point.
This medical facility might be the most archaic and cobbled together blood letting parlor in the sector but she would not allow that to be an excuse for the poor manners of others.
((Fifteen Minutes Later))
With some fairly mundane radiation exposure therapies in progress and the influx of patients finally abating, Thess had a moment to gather up her data and finally try to tackle some of the larger mysteries they were facing. This 'Sencha' radiation they'd been exposed to was doing some absolutely horrendous but incredibly interesting things to their neural peptides and she wanted to catalog as much of the data as she could while it was fresh at hand.
The universe, as always, made its opinion on her plans known by sounding several bioalarms from the bed occupied by non-other than Lt. Commander O'Connor, ships chief helmsman and, for reasons that she still hadn't entirely been able to fathom, about ten years younger than his records suggested he was.
Avae: Ian, are you alright? Your blood pressure’s spiking.
Thess walked from her office to check the biomonitors herself, looking between them and the startled looking Orion.
De la Croix: You're quite alright...young man. No need to cause a fuss, we've had more than enough of that in here today.
Rox: Response
O’Connor: Umm, well. I just…it’s…ummm
Avae: You look flushed. And your heart rate is elevated.
Thess nodded at the biomonitors and then back to the young mans rapidly coloring complexion.
De la Croix: And your antenna are standing on end. You probably don't want to strain one of those just now.
Rox: Response
O’Connor: whoah, um. Can you guys just give me a minute?...and maybe a blanket?
Avae: Well I think that pretty much confirms that our helmsman was de-aged like some of the others. I’d guess about fifteen or sixteen years old comparatively.
De la Croix: Indeed...and assuming it's the same thing that affected our other patients, we should be able to resolve it in fairly short order. But you will need to stay in Sickbay for the time being while we do quite a number of scans.
Rox: Response
O’Connor: Wait, if this is affecting my emotions and hormones like this, what’s this doing to our 12 year old Vulcan/Betazoid Security Officer? Is T’Fearne ok?
Avae: ::She shrugged slightly:: She did show similar signs, but being part Vulcan she’s better equipped to deal with the upswing of emotions. I think she’s on the bridge.
De la Croix: Yes well leave it to a woman to hold herself together while the rest of them go to pieces over something so trivial.
Rox: Response
O’Connor: She’s on the bridge? ::coincidently he felt the ship shimmy a bit as if they’d just made an evasive maneuver:: I’d better make sure she’s ok then.
Avae: That’s it. From now on, when he’s in Sickbay we’re using restraining fields. I don’t care if he comes in for a splinter in his pinkie. That’s twice he’s gone off like that without being cleared.
Thess grabbed for the shockingly vigorous young man but came up with only air and found herself shouting at a set of sickbay doors as they hissed closed.
De La Croix: You come back here right this instant....oh what's the use? It's like the people on this ship enjoy being medical oddities.
Rox: Response
Avae: I’m hoping that whatever the rest of the crew is doing about that out of control whatever it is, will sort out the aging issues among our patients. I don’t think any of us want to have to deal with a hormonal helmsman. And I don’t think they allow blankets on the bridge. ::she grinned at Rox:: We should make a calendar.
Their senior nurse giggled and Thess, unexpectedly, found one of her own rattling out. Tension mixed with something like shock from the last few hours all bubbled over at once and she found herself laughing so hard at the absurdity of it she could barely breath.
De La Croix: ...and those little green cheeks....I can't...oh...oh I can't remember the last time I laughed like that. Thank you Nurse...both of you. You've done...adequate work today.
Rox: Response
Avae: How are the others?
De la Croix: Most are resting...some more comfortably than others. I believe our efforts have been fruitful...assuming the ship survives the next few hours, these people should as well.
Rox/Kangar: Response
Thess looked to the alert board hanging on one side of their duranium mausoleum and offered a deep, theatrical sigh.
Avae: I think we might be having more guests soon.
Thess looked at the fully occupied biobeds with a frown.
De la Croix: Not here we won't, we won't be able to free up any of theses beds for at least an hour. Advise them to head to ward C and I'll meet them there...I think I can leave you two in charge of this lot...and if that plucky little Jem'Hadar ever wanders back in do make sure to put a bowl and a treat out for them.
Avae/Rox/Kangar: Response
Thess nodded and offered a jaunty little wave behind her as she adjusted her hair and tucked her hands in her lab coat, leaving the nurses to deal with the irritating patients while she sought out the kind she much preferred...unconscious, critically injured, and quiet.
[Tags/End scene for DLC!]
((OOC: Can pick up the medical drama in Ward C with the folks from the Transporter Room scene in a separate sim to keep the size a bit more manageable as we head to mission wrap up this week. Great work everybody!!))
======================================
Doctor Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS
Duchess of Saint-Malo
Chief Surgeon of a rusted out hovel
V239509GT0
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