Doctor Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS - Basic Obedience Training
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Karrod Niac
Feb 21, 2026, 10:24:10 PM (2 days ago) Feb 21
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((Mortuary Waiting Room, Deck 10, USS Ronin))
Nearly an hour had passed in the blink of an eye as Thessolonia moved from patient to patient, assessing and treating and moving onto the next at a speed that a part of her found deeply offensive. This wasn't the kind of meticulous, precise work that she prided herself on. This wasn't the sort of slapdash work that had made her such a luminary in her field.
But she had to admit it had been thrilling...in a base sort of way.
For some reason she found herself thinking about Beckie in that moment as she was nearly walked into by a foul tempered looking stranger, no doubt another of the pitiful evacuees that now seemed to be filling her modest parlor of leeches and tonics. Her medical curiosity was piqued when she realized the scowling being was none other than a Jem'Hadar, one of the slave soliders bred by the Dominion like attack dogs. She met the aliens gaze without blinking.
Rurat'dari: Who are you?
She shook her head and rolled her eyes elaborately.
De La Croix: The person whose carpet you're making a mess of. Now go sit on that biobed and wait your turn if you expect any help.
Rurat'dari: ::lying:: I don't need your help.
From the pocket of her lab coat she produced a medical tricorder and performed a quick scan. The results were unsurprising.
De La Croix: Burns...contusions...blunt force trauma...oh yes and enough radiation exposure to brighten a small star. Yes you clearly don't need any help from me. Just do me a favor and try not to leave too many stains on the biobed when you die or someone will have to clean it up. A perfect job for Nurse Queen, in point of fact. Now where has that addled strumpet wandered off to now....
Rurat'dari: So?
Thess waved her hand dismissively and began moving to another patient.
De La Croix: Oh are you still here...and alive? If you'd like to stay that way for more than an hour you should do as I say. If not, I've got more important things to do.
A bark of laughter from one of the biobed caught her attention and Thess stepped away to let the barking little dog tire itself out.
Kangar: While it’s fascinating to watch this one-up arrogance contest. Can you do your job and heal my radiation burns and you tell us what the hell you screwed up so bad down there that made this all happen?
Thess snorted as she redirected her tricorder and compared the results to the reading on the biobed. She looked down at the diminutive Bajoran laying there, leering up at her and considered the question.
De La Croix: Well to understand that we'd have to go back several weeks to when I took a wager with a mustachioed buffoon and long story short...now you're my problem. One of several. Now lay still or I promise you the next time I sedate you you'll wake up with an entirely novel assortment of limbs.
She glared back towards the Jem'Hadar and again indicated one of the empty biobeds significantly.
Rurat’dari: Response
Kangar: You know what, never mind. Just leave me alone.
Thessolonia shook her head and took in the state of the rest of the room and her wild mishmash of nuisances and annoyances. Now that the thrill of the sudden influx of patients had died down her irritation at the crudity of the facilities and ineptness of the remaining medical staff was coming back into focus with force.
De La Croix: Would that I could, young man. But I've already lost several patients today and if I lose too many more I'll need to fill out a whole different form and that'll be terribly tedious. So I'll give you some very simple instructions if you'd like to avoid burdening me with your death. Lay there. Shut up. Don't die. ::She glanced towards the petulant Jem'Hadar:: That goes for you too puppy. Down. Heel.
Rurat’dari: Response
Just as she was considering replicating herself something soothing an Orion Starfleet officer she vaguely remembered from her orientation shambled over and put on his best attempt at a winning grin. And then simply stood there. Leering. Thessolonia wondered if perhaps there was something wrong with the air on this ship that, when long enough exposed, simply made normally rational people act like imbeciles. Or if Starfleet somehow sorted them that way and earmarked them special for this posting.
She made a mental note to ask her friends in the Admiralty about it the next chance she got.
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.
Avae/Rurat'dari/Kangar/O'Connor: Response
Thress 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.
Avae/Rurat'dari/Kangar/O'Connor: Response
[Tags/TBC]
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Doctor Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS
Duchess of Saint-Malo
Chief Surgeon of a rusted out hovel
V239509GT0
Nearly an hour had passed in the blink of an eye as Thessolonia moved from patient to patient, assessing and treating and moving onto the next at a speed that a part of her found deeply offensive. This wasn't the kind of meticulous, precise work that she prided herself on. This wasn't the sort of slapdash work that had made her such a luminary in her field.
But she had to admit it had been thrilling...in a base sort of way.
For some reason she found herself thinking about Beckie in that moment as she was nearly walked into by a foul tempered looking stranger, no doubt another of the pitiful evacuees that now seemed to be filling her modest parlor of leeches and tonics. Her medical curiosity was piqued when she realized the scowling being was none other than a Jem'Hadar, one of the slave soliders bred by the Dominion like attack dogs. She met the aliens gaze without blinking.
Rurat'dari: Who are you?
She shook her head and rolled her eyes elaborately.
De La Croix: The person whose carpet you're making a mess of. Now go sit on that biobed and wait your turn if you expect any help.
Rurat'dari: ::lying:: I don't need your help.
From the pocket of her lab coat she produced a medical tricorder and performed a quick scan. The results were unsurprising.
De La Croix: Burns...contusions...blunt force trauma...oh yes and enough radiation exposure to brighten a small star. Yes you clearly don't need any help from me. Just do me a favor and try not to leave too many stains on the biobed when you die or someone will have to clean it up. A perfect job for Nurse Queen, in point of fact. Now where has that addled strumpet wandered off to now....
Rurat'dari: So?
Thess waved her hand dismissively and began moving to another patient.
De La Croix: Oh are you still here...and alive? If you'd like to stay that way for more than an hour you should do as I say. If not, I've got more important things to do.
A bark of laughter from one of the biobed caught her attention and Thess stepped away to let the barking little dog tire itself out.
Kangar: While it’s fascinating to watch this one-up arrogance contest. Can you do your job and heal my radiation burns and you tell us what the hell you screwed up so bad down there that made this all happen?
Thess snorted as she redirected her tricorder and compared the results to the reading on the biobed. She looked down at the diminutive Bajoran laying there, leering up at her and considered the question.
De La Croix: Well to understand that we'd have to go back several weeks to when I took a wager with a mustachioed buffoon and long story short...now you're my problem. One of several. Now lay still or I promise you the next time I sedate you you'll wake up with an entirely novel assortment of limbs.
She glared back towards the Jem'Hadar and again indicated one of the empty biobeds significantly.
Rurat’dari: Response
Kangar: You know what, never mind. Just leave me alone.
Thessolonia shook her head and took in the state of the rest of the room and her wild mishmash of nuisances and annoyances. Now that the thrill of the sudden influx of patients had died down her irritation at the crudity of the facilities and ineptness of the remaining medical staff was coming back into focus with force.
De La Croix: Would that I could, young man. But I've already lost several patients today and if I lose too many more I'll need to fill out a whole different form and that'll be terribly tedious. So I'll give you some very simple instructions if you'd like to avoid burdening me with your death. Lay there. Shut up. Don't die. ::She glanced towards the petulant Jem'Hadar:: That goes for you too puppy. Down. Heel.
Rurat’dari: Response
Just as she was considering replicating herself something soothing an Orion Starfleet officer she vaguely remembered from her orientation shambled over and put on his best attempt at a winning grin. And then simply stood there. Leering. Thessolonia wondered if perhaps there was something wrong with the air on this ship that, when long enough exposed, simply made normally rational people act like imbeciles. Or if Starfleet somehow sorted them that way and earmarked them special for this posting.
She made a mental note to ask her friends in the Admiralty about it the next chance she got.
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.
Avae/Rurat'dari/Kangar/O'Connor: Response
Thress 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.
Avae/Rurat'dari/Kangar/O'Connor: Response
[Tags/TBC]
======================================
Doctor Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS
Duchess of Saint-Malo
Chief Surgeon of a rusted out hovel
V239509GT0
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