Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith - Two Problems At Once

[Renaie Shortrith]

((Damaged Dome, Moon Sigma, Ross-580))

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: ::Slight sympathetic wince:: Sending the children, the domes—de-aged personnel?—to the Ronin where they can be away from the radiation and receive treatment so that they can't damage O’Connor any further is next priority.

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. Oo

Wren: Oh, absolutely. I’ve turned off any offensive security programs, and I’m working on a ‘Civilian mode’ sub-routine. In a few minutes we won’t even be able to curse in front of these little Souffamins. The force-field and replicators might need a little more work, though.

T’Fearne: Good. While you do that maybe see if you can set some transport enhancers up and see if we can transport these…babies directly from the room to the Ronin, out of harm's way.

O’Connor: Lt. T’Fearne and I will check out the rest of the rooms along this corridor and hopefully be right back.

Wren: Oh, take this with you! ::passing them her tricorder:: It’ll beep if there’s a time-space ripple.

T’Fearne: Thank you Ensign. Stay alert Doctor. Comm if you need us.

Shortrith: Go well- owww don't bite me you little-

Wren: Oh, are you alright?

Shortrith: I'm fine I think… but I've also gotten bitten by this child.

Wren: ::Finishing putting up the force field:: Alright, force-field is ready so you can put him down…. Aaand the replicators are back online, just a second, ::to the replicator:: Computer, let’s go with…. Nutritional supplement B4-82, please. Cross-reference nutritional needs with the engineering master-list species. ::replicator activates:: Thank you.

Shortrith: Okay kids… follow me…

oO I am Not Great at Children… Help. Oo

Wren: Alright, that should be it. ::dishing out the food, smoothly taking her glove back from the tellarite:: Look at all your teeth, good for you! Computer, play ‘Fur Elise’, Beethoven, earth 1810

Shortrith: ::smirking:: How are you better at handling kids then I am?

Wren: My mothers were both doctors, and one of them worked with a lot of families. She used to have me volunteer at her clinic with the post-natal patients and guests when I was a teenager because my brother was ‘too busy’. Nothing medical, but I learned pretty quickly how to take care of a baby. ::fondly:: They’re sort of cute, in a very gross way…. How’s the bite?

Renaie glanced at their hand, observing the broken skin through the EV suit. If they had any gloves on them - they should have, really, with the patches of lighter skin, so they didn't creep anyone else out - they'd be able to cover it and protect it from further infection.

Shortrith: Sore, but that's life. I'm fine, I'll treat it properly when I get back to the Ronin.

Wren: Glad you’re okay. ::returning to the computer:: It looks like everything’s up and running, but Romulan computers have a check-in protocol… ::frustrated:: There was a timer for a code they had to enter, or everything would be wiped. I’m sure it’s not gone for good, but it’ll take- ::startled:: Did you hear that?

As Wren spoke, Renaie heard a distant sound that wasn't T'Fearne or O'Connor.

Shortrith: ::Trying to stay calm:: What was that?

Wren: It sounded like footsteps...

Renaie tensed, grip firming on their tricorder as Wren created an extra force-field on top of the young ones.

They tried to think loud enough for Wren to hear, but not too loud so she wouldn't get overwhelmed. They couldn't let anyone get overwhelmed. Not in a situation like this, where they had limited resources to heal people. They were supposed to be Acting Chief Medical Officer, who would they be if they couldn't heal people?

oO Ensign, if you can hear this, and I hope you do, set your phaser to stun and get behind me. Oo

Wren: ::very worried and trying to hide it:: Better safe than sorry, right?

Shortrith: Yeah… I suppose.

All the muscles in Renaie's body tensed as they stayed close to Wren.

Wren: Response

Trying their best to listen intently, Renaie heard the footsteps again.

They weren't… humanoid.

The only other option was… Tholian.

Shortrith: It's a Tholian. It's the only one that it sounds like, it's not bipedal like us.

Renaie paused to listen, and their face fell.

Shortrith: It's near T'Fearne and O'Connor. Let's strengthen the forcefield around the young ones. We need to help them.

Wren: Response

After the forcefield was strengthened, Renaie briskly but cautiously drifted toward the direction of the other two.

When they caught a glimpse of them, they almost dropped their tricorder again in surprise.

T'Fearne and O'Connor… weren't T'Fearne and O'Connor anymore. They'd become significantly younger. The other JG on the team looked about 12, and the Lieutenant Commander looked about 16.

Shortrith: I heard non-human footsteps… What happened?

T'Fearne/O'Connor/Wren: Response

It was then when they noticed the Tholian.

They quietly swore again in Klingon, not caring who heard.

[Tags/TBC]

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Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith, MD

Acting Chief Medical Officer

USS Ronin

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