Doctor Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS - How. Very. Dare.
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Karrod Niac
Jun 1, 2026, 11:57:24 PM (4 days ago) Jun 1
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Organic Tunnel, Posterior Dorsal, Unknown Cosmozoan Entity))
T’Fearne: ::slowly:: I do not think she is referring to us. ::Stepping closer to the shard:: This is Lattice Alliance tech.
De La Croix: Oh...oh this is...dreadful. Mr. Commander, come take a look at this...it appears to be trying to heal itself but the wound is contaminated by fragments of whatever...::she gestured towards the chunk of glowing crystal on the floor::...that is. If this creature was my patient I'd be concerned about the possibility of infection or some kind of sepsis...but I haven't the faintest clue how we'd treat it.
Velis: ::pauses and taps her commbadge:: =/\= Velis to Commander Kel. =/\=
Kel: =/\= Kel here =/\=
Velis: =/\= Are you hearing it, too? The creature, I mean. =/\=
Kel: =/\= We are indeed. =/\=
Velis: ::pauses:: =/\= I think it wants us to take off our helmets so it can connect to our minds. It sounds like Narhelion can’t convey what it needs to convey with words. =/\=
Kel: =/\= That seems an accurate assessment. =/\=
T’Fearne: ::joining the channel:: =/\= I would strongly advise caution. I experienced a brief empathtic sense from this entity, it was...overwhelming. Narhelion appears well-intentioned, but the scale of what passes for her emotions and thoughts is unlike anything I have encountered. =/\=
Thess had only been half-listening to the chatter on the comm as she did a more through examination of the wound and the damaged tissue surrounding the area. She'd been around injuries both accidental and intentional her entire professional life but something about the dire state of this creature offended her on some personal level.
De La Croix:=/\=...It's as if some damn fool went into the Musee D'orsay and started throwing shards of glass at all the Monets. Wait a moment...mind link? That sounds like one of those tedious Vulcan things and I can't tell you how many of those have led to neurological issues for Starfleet crews. =/\=
Narhelion: Direct mind link with invasive entities not advised. Narhelion mind powerful. ::the word droned for a moment:: Mind Link not possible with non-psionics without bioorganic alterations.
Kel: =/\= Be careful Lieutenant Velis! =/\=
T’Fearne: Again, I strongly recommend we take time to understand the nature of these "bioorganic alterations" before anyone volunteers. I prefer not to have a Borg situation on our hands.
Thess's nose scrunched up in a look of profound dissaproval inside her helmet.
De La Croix: =/\= This is exactly why Division 14 ends up with so many Starfleet officers who think they're potted plants or feral proto-humanoids or at the height of their mating cycle Commander! It's like you've never read our informational pamphlet "Telesyphilus & You!" or the even more graphic follow up "It's The Thought That Itches!" =/\=
Narhelion: Temporary mind link interface possible. Permanence avoidable within first forty *unintelligble*. Accessing alien device. Revision. Permanence avoidable within first forty eight hours. ::the reverberations through the interior lingered:: Privacy uncompromised. Mind link surface only, without further consent.
Thess hrmphed within her helmet, somewhat mollified as she went back to her scans.
T’Fearne: That was a surprisingly informative consent statement from a creature the size of a, ah moon? Which also suggests she has interacted with telepaths before. Possibly has guests or a crew of telepaths?
T’Fearne: Which makes me wonder where the telepathic crew is? ::gesturing at the copies:: and these are an interface? The immune system? Both?
Kel: Beats me? I'm not sure how to determine what type of psychic interface is needed. Dr. La Croix, do you have any ideas? Can we even detect the mental signals Narhelion is emitting?
Thess looked back and wagged the inept little tricorder in his direction.
De La Croix: Not with this antiquated gizmo, dear...as it is I'm half surprised it can even tell me there's a wall here. I know a great Aenar tele-specialist that can help if we can wait a few months to recall them from the Delta Quadrant.
T’Fearne: Where did she get a chunk of Tholian tech from.
Kel: It came in while you both were encased. It seemed like it jut ripped through from the outside.
Thess nodded towards the offensive chunk and back towards the oozing wound.
De La Croix: I believe you're more right than you realize. My tricorder was able to scan the...lets call it an exit wound...and it extends back dozens of meters. Well beyond the range of the scanner itself. I suspect it's entirely possible it came from outside the ship. Oh.
A vexing thought crossed her mind and she glanced back towards the glowing crystal shard.
De La Croix: Do you suppose someone was shooting at us?
A deafening shrieking howl filled the chamber and Thess nearly collapsed to her knees in pain as her helmet tried to block out the overwhelming aural assault. She staggered back, hands ineffectually held to the side of her helmet.
T’Fearne: ::eyes wide:: Kel, Doctor, get back! Their exosuits are pressurised and generally explosive once punctured. We don’t know what this device is…
There was shouting that somehow cut through the din and then she was being all but thrown sideways for some reason she couldn't fathom. Just as she was working up a long string of offended responses to this assault upon her agust personhood the chamber filled with a painful flash of orange light and distorted like a great bubble was expanding below the surface of a lake. Hands dragged her clear as crystaline chunks speared upwards through the floor and she tumbled painfully to the ground, a scrape across her helmets faceplace where one shard had very nearly gone directly through her head.
She lay on the ground dazed, in pain, and above all else livid beyond description.
Kel: Dr. La Croix are you there? Are you alright?
She found it a struggle to take in a breath and wondered if she had perhaps cracked a few ribs in the fracas. When she'd finally found enough air to speak she did so loudly enough to echo within her helmet.
De La Croix: How very dare you throw the Duchess of Saint-Malo like some sack of....
She ran out of breathe before she ran out of invective and slumped back down to the floor, pain radiating up her left side.
Kel: Throwing you to the ground was not my first choice. ::turning around, yelling:: T'Fearne!
She groaned as she shifted her knees under her, now entirely sure she'd cracked several ribs and done possibly worse to herself. As the lights of her helmet played off what remained of the chamber some of the venom on her lips died...to be replaced by enormous sadness. The comparatively small wound before had been replaced by an absolutely hideous mass of torn and shredded tissue, burnt and twisted and fused in places the crystal had punctured. Words most unladylike, remembered from her youth, tumbled out with quiet force.
De La Croix: C’est le bordel...this is horrible...just horrible!
T'Fearne: Response
Kel: Narhellion? Can you hear us? ::looking at his tricorder:: There's massive structural damage all around us.
Narhelion: Response?
Thankfully she'd managed to keep a grip on her tricorder and had resumed her scans almost immediately, the pain in her side flaring with every step she took.
De La Croix: Well I'm glad to hear you're in one piece...but the creature is badly wounded. It was struggling to heal the damage prior to the explosion and that was minuscule compared to this. I'm not sure it's capable of repairing something so grievous...not by itself anyway.
T'Fearne: Response
Kel: =/\= Kel to Raga. The creature's been hit by some kind of missile. I'm standing in the middle of a massive wound. What's your situation? =/\=
Raga: =/\= Response =/\=
De La Croix: =/\= Well that's all very nice for you then but we have a patient here who needs immediate care or this wound could be fatal. I was already detecting decreasing levels of cellular energy in this whole area and now...much of this tissue is dead or dying. If this creature is to survive we'll need significant resources...uh...hello...ship? Madam Narhelion I presume? I want to help you but I'll need quite a few things from our vessel to even get a start on it. =/\=
T'Fearne: Response
Narhelion: Response?
Thess felt herself wavering on her feet slightly and leaned against a nearby protrusion for support as she ran the tricorder over herself. The chorus of alerts it gave off did nothing to improve her mood.
De La Croix: Putain de merde...Three broken ribs and a ruptured spleen. Although I suppose I owe you my thanks, Mr. Commander...if you hadn't tossed me around so thoroughly I could've ended up impaled on one of those spikes. As is I believe I'll need a new helmet.
She let out a long pained sigh as she gingerly slid down to the floor with her back propped up.
De La Croix: Did one of you happen to hang on to a medical kit? I seem to have lost mine. I'll need to treat myself before I'm able to do anything for the good Madam here.
She offered the tissue under her hand a gentle pat.
Kel/T'Fearne: Response
Thess nodded rather groggily as her vision narrowed.
De La Croix: Oh that's lovely...just lovely...I think I'm going to take a small repose while you do...that...
She could see the suited figures rushing towards her as she slumped back, suddenly finding it terribly difficult to stay awake. Damaged as they were, the pulsing lights of the chamber still lulled her off to sleep as hands grabbed at her helmet and alarms rang within.
[Tags/End act 2 for DLC!]
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Doctor Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS
Duchess of Saint-Malo
Chief Surgeon of a not entirely intolerable rowboat
V239509GT0
T’Fearne: ::slowly:: I do not think she is referring to us. ::Stepping closer to the shard:: This is Lattice Alliance tech.
De La Croix: Oh...oh this is...dreadful. Mr. Commander, come take a look at this...it appears to be trying to heal itself but the wound is contaminated by fragments of whatever...::she gestured towards the chunk of glowing crystal on the floor::...that is. If this creature was my patient I'd be concerned about the possibility of infection or some kind of sepsis...but I haven't the faintest clue how we'd treat it.
Velis: ::pauses and taps her commbadge:: =/\= Velis to Commander Kel. =/\=
Kel: =/\= Kel here =/\=
Velis: =/\= Are you hearing it, too? The creature, I mean. =/\=
Kel: =/\= We are indeed. =/\=
Velis: ::pauses:: =/\= I think it wants us to take off our helmets so it can connect to our minds. It sounds like Narhelion can’t convey what it needs to convey with words. =/\=
Kel: =/\= That seems an accurate assessment. =/\=
T’Fearne: ::joining the channel:: =/\= I would strongly advise caution. I experienced a brief empathtic sense from this entity, it was...overwhelming. Narhelion appears well-intentioned, but the scale of what passes for her emotions and thoughts is unlike anything I have encountered. =/\=
Thess had only been half-listening to the chatter on the comm as she did a more through examination of the wound and the damaged tissue surrounding the area. She'd been around injuries both accidental and intentional her entire professional life but something about the dire state of this creature offended her on some personal level.
De La Croix:=/\=...It's as if some damn fool went into the Musee D'orsay and started throwing shards of glass at all the Monets. Wait a moment...mind link? That sounds like one of those tedious Vulcan things and I can't tell you how many of those have led to neurological issues for Starfleet crews. =/\=
Narhelion: Direct mind link with invasive entities not advised. Narhelion mind powerful. ::the word droned for a moment:: Mind Link not possible with non-psionics without bioorganic alterations.
Kel: =/\= Be careful Lieutenant Velis! =/\=
T’Fearne: Again, I strongly recommend we take time to understand the nature of these "bioorganic alterations" before anyone volunteers. I prefer not to have a Borg situation on our hands.
Thess's nose scrunched up in a look of profound dissaproval inside her helmet.
De La Croix: =/\= This is exactly why Division 14 ends up with so many Starfleet officers who think they're potted plants or feral proto-humanoids or at the height of their mating cycle Commander! It's like you've never read our informational pamphlet "Telesyphilus & You!" or the even more graphic follow up "It's The Thought That Itches!" =/\=
Narhelion: Temporary mind link interface possible. Permanence avoidable within first forty *unintelligble*. Accessing alien device. Revision. Permanence avoidable within first forty eight hours. ::the reverberations through the interior lingered:: Privacy uncompromised. Mind link surface only, without further consent.
Thess hrmphed within her helmet, somewhat mollified as she went back to her scans.
T’Fearne: That was a surprisingly informative consent statement from a creature the size of a, ah moon? Which also suggests she has interacted with telepaths before. Possibly has guests or a crew of telepaths?
T’Fearne: Which makes me wonder where the telepathic crew is? ::gesturing at the copies:: and these are an interface? The immune system? Both?
Kel: Beats me? I'm not sure how to determine what type of psychic interface is needed. Dr. La Croix, do you have any ideas? Can we even detect the mental signals Narhelion is emitting?
Thess looked back and wagged the inept little tricorder in his direction.
De La Croix: Not with this antiquated gizmo, dear...as it is I'm half surprised it can even tell me there's a wall here. I know a great Aenar tele-specialist that can help if we can wait a few months to recall them from the Delta Quadrant.
T’Fearne: Where did she get a chunk of Tholian tech from.
Kel: It came in while you both were encased. It seemed like it jut ripped through from the outside.
Thess nodded towards the offensive chunk and back towards the oozing wound.
De La Croix: I believe you're more right than you realize. My tricorder was able to scan the...lets call it an exit wound...and it extends back dozens of meters. Well beyond the range of the scanner itself. I suspect it's entirely possible it came from outside the ship. Oh.
A vexing thought crossed her mind and she glanced back towards the glowing crystal shard.
De La Croix: Do you suppose someone was shooting at us?
A deafening shrieking howl filled the chamber and Thess nearly collapsed to her knees in pain as her helmet tried to block out the overwhelming aural assault. She staggered back, hands ineffectually held to the side of her helmet.
T’Fearne: ::eyes wide:: Kel, Doctor, get back! Their exosuits are pressurised and generally explosive once punctured. We don’t know what this device is…
There was shouting that somehow cut through the din and then she was being all but thrown sideways for some reason she couldn't fathom. Just as she was working up a long string of offended responses to this assault upon her agust personhood the chamber filled with a painful flash of orange light and distorted like a great bubble was expanding below the surface of a lake. Hands dragged her clear as crystaline chunks speared upwards through the floor and she tumbled painfully to the ground, a scrape across her helmets faceplace where one shard had very nearly gone directly through her head.
She lay on the ground dazed, in pain, and above all else livid beyond description.
Kel: Dr. La Croix are you there? Are you alright?
She found it a struggle to take in a breath and wondered if she had perhaps cracked a few ribs in the fracas. When she'd finally found enough air to speak she did so loudly enough to echo within her helmet.
De La Croix: How very dare you throw the Duchess of Saint-Malo like some sack of....
She ran out of breathe before she ran out of invective and slumped back down to the floor, pain radiating up her left side.
Kel: Throwing you to the ground was not my first choice. ::turning around, yelling:: T'Fearne!
She groaned as she shifted her knees under her, now entirely sure she'd cracked several ribs and done possibly worse to herself. As the lights of her helmet played off what remained of the chamber some of the venom on her lips died...to be replaced by enormous sadness. The comparatively small wound before had been replaced by an absolutely hideous mass of torn and shredded tissue, burnt and twisted and fused in places the crystal had punctured. Words most unladylike, remembered from her youth, tumbled out with quiet force.
De La Croix: C’est le bordel...this is horrible...just horrible!
T'Fearne: Response
Kel: Narhellion? Can you hear us? ::looking at his tricorder:: There's massive structural damage all around us.
Narhelion: Response?
Thankfully she'd managed to keep a grip on her tricorder and had resumed her scans almost immediately, the pain in her side flaring with every step she took.
De La Croix: Well I'm glad to hear you're in one piece...but the creature is badly wounded. It was struggling to heal the damage prior to the explosion and that was minuscule compared to this. I'm not sure it's capable of repairing something so grievous...not by itself anyway.
T'Fearne: Response
Kel: =/\= Kel to Raga. The creature's been hit by some kind of missile. I'm standing in the middle of a massive wound. What's your situation? =/\=
Raga: =/\= Response =/\=
De La Croix: =/\= Well that's all very nice for you then but we have a patient here who needs immediate care or this wound could be fatal. I was already detecting decreasing levels of cellular energy in this whole area and now...much of this tissue is dead or dying. If this creature is to survive we'll need significant resources...uh...hello...ship? Madam Narhelion I presume? I want to help you but I'll need quite a few things from our vessel to even get a start on it. =/\=
T'Fearne: Response
Narhelion: Response?
Thess felt herself wavering on her feet slightly and leaned against a nearby protrusion for support as she ran the tricorder over herself. The chorus of alerts it gave off did nothing to improve her mood.
De La Croix: Putain de merde...Three broken ribs and a ruptured spleen. Although I suppose I owe you my thanks, Mr. Commander...if you hadn't tossed me around so thoroughly I could've ended up impaled on one of those spikes. As is I believe I'll need a new helmet.
She let out a long pained sigh as she gingerly slid down to the floor with her back propped up.
De La Croix: Did one of you happen to hang on to a medical kit? I seem to have lost mine. I'll need to treat myself before I'm able to do anything for the good Madam here.
She offered the tissue under her hand a gentle pat.
Kel/T'Fearne: Response
Thess nodded rather groggily as her vision narrowed.
De La Croix: Oh that's lovely...just lovely...I think I'm going to take a small repose while you do...that...
She could see the suited figures rushing towards her as she slumped back, suddenly finding it terribly difficult to stay awake. Damaged as they were, the pulsing lights of the chamber still lulled her off to sleep as hands grabbed at her helmet and alarms rang within.
[Tags/End act 2 for DLC!]
======================================
Doctor Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS
Duchess of Saint-Malo
Chief Surgeon of a not entirely intolerable rowboat
V239509GT0
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