Cpt. Karrod Niac - Physician Heal Thyself
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Karrod Niac
Aug 24, 2024, 1:39:13 AM8/24/24
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Main Conference Room, Deck 3, U.S.S. Ronin, Back at High Warp.))
Beck: Frankly, sir…? No, I'm not alright.
As much as it was the answer Karrod knew to be true he was still taken aback by how frankly Doctor Beck admitted it. He nodded, inviting the man to continue just as frankly.
Niac: By all means Doctor, speak freely. I'd like to know what's on your mind.
Karrod watched the man as he seemed to struggle with his thoughts, his biological hand unconsciously gripping at his newly mechanical implement. The mans tension was visible but behind it all, Karrod saw a deep ocean of emotional exhaustion.
Beck: It's been a rough couple of days for me, sir. Hell, a rough couple of weeks, as I didn't really get much of a chance to enjoy Shore Leave between patching people up after the showdown with Wrath and my brief leave aboard the Artemis, which was… harrowing, to say the least.
Nodding grimly at the tragic implication of his maimed arm Karrod conceded the point.
Niac: And you have every right to your feelings, Doctor, but I have to know if your state of mind is going to have an impact on your ability to perform your duties. Tell me honestly, Quentin...what's going on?
There was a moment when the man seemed to withdraw but instead he took a hesitant step towards the table and positioned himself behind a chair, hugging it like a totem against danger.
Beck: I'm worried, Captain. Not just about us and our mission, but… worried about what's going on back home. Worried about Alyndra, who we just threw to the wolves with the others on the Rhine. I feel like I'm being pulled twenty different directions.
Letting out a long breath and leaning against the conference table, Karrod suddenly felt the fullness of his own bone deep weariness. He understood the feeling Doctor Beck was describing only too well.
Niac: Believe it or not Doctor I do understand...and I share your concerns. What's happening out here in the Isles is one piece of something much much bigger and, potentially, much much worse. Your concern for your fellow officers is also understandable but, to be as frank as you've been Doctor, this ship isn't exactly "safe" right now.
He tipped his head in a conciliatory nod.
Beck: Normally, I feel like I'm better at focus, I just…
With a drawn, angry expression Doctor Beck gestured with his metallic appendage with the energy of someone who wanted to rip the thing off himself.
Beck: This didn't need to happen. Shouldn't have happened, and not just because it could have been prevented if we'd had the time on the Artemis. I didn't get the chance to talk to you about it directly since you had to deal with your mother, but the reason I needed that emergency leave was because my father had sent a million messages saying my mother was sick and he wouldn't let any doctor onto the property except me. So I bent over backwards doing everything I could to prep this place so I could be gone for just a couple of days, arranged transport on the Artemis, finally managed to get down to Earth with no freaking clue what was happening with the parade and had to phaser off my damn hand in the process only to discover that my mother was not sick at all. That my dad, asshole that he is, pulled this garbage to get back at me for making him help me on Ferenginar.
The mention of family struck a sympathetic chord deep within Karrod and his concern transmuted to a kind of understanding.
Niac: Family is like that, Doctor. There is no force in this universe more capable of...destabilizing us. I am sorry we haven't had a chance to speak since...the incident. You also should have the resources of a proper Counselor but unfortunately Lt. Cmdr. Dekas is still on molting leave. In this case I think that means the best person to diagnose you is, you. So tell me Doctor, how's the patient?
Beck: There's some misplaced anger, and I apologize sincerely. It was grossly unprofessional and inappropriate.
Karrod nodded and some of the tension drained from the room.
Niac: Accepted. I'll talk to Captain Shayne...he's a fair man, he won't hold it against you. There anything else pressing on you, Doctor?
His face drew wan.
Beck: The Changeling thing also freaked me the hell out. I saw two of them myself on the Borg Cube, and they're… terrifying.
He considered the infiltrator they had in custody and the damage one had already done. Karrod couldn't help wondering how many had spread across the Federation...and what had they done while smiling at the people they were planning to destroy?
Niac: Believe me Doctor, the impact of a changling infiltration effort is not something I'm taking lightly...but for us it's damage done. Now we have to deal with what's in front of us as best we can. I don't intend on letting the Alliance make me look like a fool twice in one day. How about you, Doctor? Do you plan to give the Alliance the satisfaction?
Beck: Response
He chuckled and something loosened in his chest.
Niac: I'll keep that in mind, Doctor. Until we get ourselves a Counselor I suppose I'm your next best option...if you find the stresses are pressing down on you again, talk to me...before it becomes a problem. Understood?
Beck: Response
Niac: Very well Doctor...return to sickbay and complete your final preparations.
Beck: Response
Karrod waited for the doors to swish closed before he let out a low breath and looked towards the viewport, massaging the bridge of his nose with one weary hand. The cosmos stretched away from the Ronin and offered no neat solution or clever insight, majestic and indifferent.
Tags/End for Niac!
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Captain Karrod Niac
Commanding Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
V239509GT0
Beck: Frankly, sir…? No, I'm not alright.
As much as it was the answer Karrod knew to be true he was still taken aback by how frankly Doctor Beck admitted it. He nodded, inviting the man to continue just as frankly.
Niac: By all means Doctor, speak freely. I'd like to know what's on your mind.
Karrod watched the man as he seemed to struggle with his thoughts, his biological hand unconsciously gripping at his newly mechanical implement. The mans tension was visible but behind it all, Karrod saw a deep ocean of emotional exhaustion.
Beck: It's been a rough couple of days for me, sir. Hell, a rough couple of weeks, as I didn't really get much of a chance to enjoy Shore Leave between patching people up after the showdown with Wrath and my brief leave aboard the Artemis, which was… harrowing, to say the least.
Nodding grimly at the tragic implication of his maimed arm Karrod conceded the point.
Niac: And you have every right to your feelings, Doctor, but I have to know if your state of mind is going to have an impact on your ability to perform your duties. Tell me honestly, Quentin...what's going on?
There was a moment when the man seemed to withdraw but instead he took a hesitant step towards the table and positioned himself behind a chair, hugging it like a totem against danger.
Beck: I'm worried, Captain. Not just about us and our mission, but… worried about what's going on back home. Worried about Alyndra, who we just threw to the wolves with the others on the Rhine. I feel like I'm being pulled twenty different directions.
Letting out a long breath and leaning against the conference table, Karrod suddenly felt the fullness of his own bone deep weariness. He understood the feeling Doctor Beck was describing only too well.
Niac: Believe it or not Doctor I do understand...and I share your concerns. What's happening out here in the Isles is one piece of something much much bigger and, potentially, much much worse. Your concern for your fellow officers is also understandable but, to be as frank as you've been Doctor, this ship isn't exactly "safe" right now.
He tipped his head in a conciliatory nod.
Beck: Normally, I feel like I'm better at focus, I just…
With a drawn, angry expression Doctor Beck gestured with his metallic appendage with the energy of someone who wanted to rip the thing off himself.
Beck: This didn't need to happen. Shouldn't have happened, and not just because it could have been prevented if we'd had the time on the Artemis. I didn't get the chance to talk to you about it directly since you had to deal with your mother, but the reason I needed that emergency leave was because my father had sent a million messages saying my mother was sick and he wouldn't let any doctor onto the property except me. So I bent over backwards doing everything I could to prep this place so I could be gone for just a couple of days, arranged transport on the Artemis, finally managed to get down to Earth with no freaking clue what was happening with the parade and had to phaser off my damn hand in the process only to discover that my mother was not sick at all. That my dad, asshole that he is, pulled this garbage to get back at me for making him help me on Ferenginar.
The mention of family struck a sympathetic chord deep within Karrod and his concern transmuted to a kind of understanding.
Niac: Family is like that, Doctor. There is no force in this universe more capable of...destabilizing us. I am sorry we haven't had a chance to speak since...the incident. You also should have the resources of a proper Counselor but unfortunately Lt. Cmdr. Dekas is still on molting leave. In this case I think that means the best person to diagnose you is, you. So tell me Doctor, how's the patient?
Beck: There's some misplaced anger, and I apologize sincerely. It was grossly unprofessional and inappropriate.
Karrod nodded and some of the tension drained from the room.
Niac: Accepted. I'll talk to Captain Shayne...he's a fair man, he won't hold it against you. There anything else pressing on you, Doctor?
His face drew wan.
Beck: The Changeling thing also freaked me the hell out. I saw two of them myself on the Borg Cube, and they're… terrifying.
He considered the infiltrator they had in custody and the damage one had already done. Karrod couldn't help wondering how many had spread across the Federation...and what had they done while smiling at the people they were planning to destroy?
Niac: Believe me Doctor, the impact of a changling infiltration effort is not something I'm taking lightly...but for us it's damage done. Now we have to deal with what's in front of us as best we can. I don't intend on letting the Alliance make me look like a fool twice in one day. How about you, Doctor? Do you plan to give the Alliance the satisfaction?
Beck: Response
He chuckled and something loosened in his chest.
Niac: I'll keep that in mind, Doctor. Until we get ourselves a Counselor I suppose I'm your next best option...if you find the stresses are pressing down on you again, talk to me...before it becomes a problem. Understood?
Beck: Response
Niac: Very well Doctor...return to sickbay and complete your final preparations.
Beck: Response
Karrod waited for the doors to swish closed before he let out a low breath and looked towards the viewport, massaging the bridge of his nose with one weary hand. The cosmos stretched away from the Ronin and offered no neat solution or clever insight, majestic and indifferent.
Tags/End for Niac!
================================
Captain Karrod Niac
Commanding Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
V239509GT0
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