Lt. Cmdr Ian O'Connor- There was an Accident
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((Sickbay, USS Ronin, in orbit of Gas Giant A, Ross 580 System))
Ian slowly made his way across the room to interrupt the conversation with the rescued technicians and their new Chief of Surgery.
Avae/’dari: Response
After his approach Ian simply stood there. Now that the “boy” who was shooting at them and yanked him out of the ventilation shaft causing several shards of metal to slice into his abdomen, he found himself at a loss for words.
De La Croix: Was there something you needed young man? Perhaps a map back to whatever part of the ship you're supposed to be in? Nurse...did this one escape from our mental health holding facility? We really need to have that door reinforced.
Her sarcastic tones snapped Ian back into focus.
O'Connor: Cute. Maybe slide the egocentricism aside for a bit, your majesty, I was coming over to speak with our “young” guest here.
Kangar: Look, I thought you were more Tholians.
O’Connor: :: out the side of his mouth to Wyla:: Maybe he needs an eye exam too. ::turns back to Kangar:: Do these legs look like a Tholian’s?
Avae/Rurat'dari: Response
Ian watched as the doctor dug a small padd out of her other pocket and removed a light pen, tapping the back of it against her teeth as she thought.
De La Croix: I see. So it seems like the one thing this crew is good at is getting injured. Now I'm starting to understand how Beckie's skills advanced to such a degree...he was constantly working in bulk. Very well...Nurse, we'll need to setup a class four enzymatic scanning array around the artificially juvenile patient over there...we'll need to figure out if there is any of their unaltered DNA left to work with. That one...::she considered what she knew about Jem'Hadar physiology::...you're lucky your breeders liked their doggies tough. Administer twenty CC's of hyronalin and ten of lectrazine...that should be enough to keep your heart beating until we can figure out the rest. On that subject...if you two would like to explain exactly why you thought a nice radiation bath was a good idea now would be the time. We need details if we're going to develop an effective long term treatment regimen.
O'Connor: The radiation, that wasn’t exactly intentional. After I got bit my suit was compromised…then damaged more…then well, shredded I guess. Anyway, we need info from these two right now, so you rubbing me down with decon gel have to wait for a bit. ::winks sarcastically (if there is such a thing)::
Avae/Rurat'dari: Response
Kangar: I gave my statement already. There was an accident.
O’Connor: ::breathes out frustratingly:: Concise. Look kid, we want to help here but…
Kangar sat up aggressively.
Kangar: First of all, I’m not a kid. Second, there were several coinciding factors that led to our “situation”. And third, even if I could explain it all to you, there is no way that you ::points condescendingly:: would understand.
Ian looked to de la Croix then stared hard at Kangar.
O’Connor: I’m getting a little tired of being talked down to like I’m an idiot. While I am most assuredly the least intelligent one in this current conversation, I still am…
Kangar: There was an accident.
Ian sighed.
O’Connor: Fine…the hard way.
He stepped forward and grabbed the Bajoran by the front of his hospital gown with his left hand while cocking his right fist back to strike.
O’Connor: You like accidents so much, you’re about to have another one. What the h3!! are you hiding?
Avae/Rurat'dari/de la Croix: Response
Ian didn’t see the hypo coming but only heard the hiss before blacking out…again.
Avae/Rurat'dari/de la Croix: Response
TBC/Tags
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Lieutenant Commander Ian O’Connor
HCO
USS Ronin NCC-34523
R240009IO4