Scientist Rurat'dari - At This Point, I Don't Care
Renaie Shortrith
((Transporter Room, Deck 06, USS Ronin))
The subsurface chamber vanished, replaced by the sterile brightness as one of the ship's transporter rooms resolved around them.
Rurat'dari blinked, her eyes adjusting to the bright light.
T’Fearne: Did we… did we get everyone?
Shortrith: Yeah, I've got O'Connor. ::conducting a quick headcount:: Yeah, that's everyone.
The Klingon paused to breathe, then tapped their commbadge.
Shortrith: =/\= Shortrith to Sickbay, I'm on my way with injured crew. =/\= ::To the others:: Come on, let's get you patched up.
Wren: T’Fearne: ::to the crewman operating the transporter:: Please transport Lieutenant Commander O’Connor and Doctor Shortrith directly to Sickbay.
Once the two people had shimmered away, the Vulcanoid spoke again.
T’Fearne: Next scan these coordinates for two energy signatures. There should be a Tholian infant and a holographic emitter. Transport both to the brig. Separate containment from the adult Tholian already in custody.
'dari sighed. What was going on? Was she going to be arrested? Was she going to lose all her progress?
The Betazoid appeared to try to seem friendly enough.
Wren: Well… I guess welcome aboard the Ronin. Sorry about all thi-
Rurat'dari: What's going to happen?
Kanagar: Response
Rurat'dari didn't want to think of the legal implications of her actions, or getting her required drugs. She placed a firm hand on Kanagar's shoulder, an attempt to keep him in check.
Wren: Well, we have to go ::to the officer at the transporter:: Can you escort him to sickbay, please? Thanks!
oO Finally. I can leave. Oo
T’Fearne: One moment, Ensign. This crewman is needed here at their station. We will escort our guests ourselves. ::putting a light emphasis on the word “guest” to signal caution:: to the Sickbay Complex and make sure they are protected. We also need to be checked over for injuries and radiation damage as ordered by the ships ACMO.
oO I have to deal with these people? Again? Oo
T’Fearne: ::to Kangar and Rurat’dari, lifting her chin and trying to sound stern:: Do either of you care to explain why this one was shooting at us?
Rurat'dari: ::passive-agressive:: Your guess is as good as mine. I was with you the whole time.
Kanagar: Response
'dari glared at the Vulcanoid, her guard up.
T’Fearne: Noted. Let’s proceed to Sickbay. Get you some help.
((Sickbay Complex, Deck 10, USS Ronin))
As soon as Rurat'dari entred, they were swarmed by a medic. She rolled her eyes and tried to push him away.
Not to long after that, she walked right into a human that seemed to act like she was better than everyone else. The hubris was emanating off her.
Rurat'dari: Who are you?
De La Croix: Response
Rurat'dari: ::lying:: I don't need your help.
De La Croix: Response
'dari rolled her eyes.
Rurat'dari: So?
De La Croix: Response
[Tags/TBC]Rurat'dari
Scientist
The Lid
As Simmed By
Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith, MD
Acting Chief Medical Officer
USS Ronin
They/Them (Player and character)
A240204RS3
Renaie Shortrith
Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith, MD
Acting Chief Medical Officer
USS Ronin
They/Them (Player and character)
A240204RS3