[sb118-valkyrie] Ensign Arthur Strathmore - Hidden Hormones
Arthur Strathmore
(( Main Sickbay, Deck 5, USS Valkyrie-A ))
Strathmore: Welcome to Sickbay, Commander.
Doucet: That we do!
Charn: Yeah, and a dyspeptic one at that. I asked before and wasn't answered: am I being detained?
Sherlock: Let's start with a quick rundown, just get me up to speed on the situation..
While the Commander was debriefed, Arthur followed Dr. Doucet’s direction and headed to the supply closet to grab the adrenaline for the hyposprays.
Charn: I woke up here, violently, and deeply annoyed. How's that?
Arthur fought back a smile in order to remain professional. Obviously, he was very understanding of Charn’s state, but he was so heightened and was such a character that it was hard to maintain his empathetic composure.
Sherlock: I'll happily listen to anything you have to say. But first, I want to hear from my officers.
oO Oh dear, he’s not going to like that answer. Oo
Doucet: They were beamed aboard by Commander T’Ama following a rescue from being trapped inside some sort of container. They were unconscious and entirely unresponsive. After running some tests and attempting to wake Charn here with a neural stimulator, I injected him with some adrenaline. That woke him up. He’s been quite talkative and coherent, but not the most cooperative with our questions.
Reine'X: The other six patients are still unconscious, Commander.
Strathmore: That should bring you up to speed.
Sherlock: Thank you. ::looking at Charn:: Now, with that out of the way, I'm Commander Aine Sherlock. Diplomatic Officer of the USS Valkyrie. And I've been looking for you.
Charn: Little ol' me? My, my, my. I suddenly find myself so important.
Arthur listened to the conversation while he searched the supply closet. There was a great many, well, supplies in there and a lot of items at chest height as the Doctor had stated. Also, the pressure of searching for something quickly and with high expectations made it harder to find what he was looking for. He had trouble finding things under normal circumstances, much less these.
Doucet: Yes, Mister Charn, your charm is what brought Commander Sherlock here. Ensign Strathmore, did you find that adrenaline?
oO Come on, don’t embarrass yourself. Show yourself, you blasted hormone! Oo
Charn: Oh lucky me, I now have the ability to be imprisoned in a medbay populated by incompetent children, and can draw the ire of women in tacky uniforms. I can really pave my own way in life now. ::To Strathmore:: Careful over there, son. There's lots of nasty chemicals in there. You might melt your face off.
Arthur’s mouth tightened.
oO I swear, Charn, you test my patience. I outta– There it is! Oh, Prophets! Right under my nose! Oo
Arthur grabbed a handful to insert them into hyposprays as well as the hyposprays themselves and prepared his response to Charn to sound as genuine as possible.
Strathmore: Thank you, Mister Charn, I appreciate your concern for my wellbeing. I very much like my face unmelted. ::Beat:: Doctor, I got them.
Arthur pivoted to approach Dr. Doucet with a handful of medical supplies.
Doucet: Good. Just grab two for now. They don’t all need their own hypospray.
Arthur immediately pivoted to put some back before finally approaching and handing two hyposprays and the adrenaline to the Doctor.
Reine'X : All the unconscious patients are stabilized, Doctor.
Strathmore: Good to hear. We’re almost ready.
Sherlock: Response
Charn: No way. Not gonna do it. I tell you, and then you say thanks and you turn me loose. I'm supposed to be unconscious in a shipping container. What do you think they'll do to me, eh? Don't you care even the slightest bit what will happen to me? You're no different from the A-- from them.
Doucet: Oh, we were going to wake up the rest of them, Commander. Would that be an issue here?
Charn huffed and turned away from Sherlock and Doucet.
Arthur eyed everyone and raised a brow at Charn.
oO What’s going on here? Oo
Reine’X/Sherlock: Response
Strathmore: Am I belaying an order or delaying an order?
Charn: So what's the in it for me, huh? You gonna whisk me away into your shiny Federation? You're going to save the poor, backwards, miserable man? "Surely, he must yearn for a life in the utopic Federation. We'll house him, feed him, educate him. We can make him into something!"
Sherlock: Response
Strathmore: I can assure you, you’re not being kidnapped.
Reine’X/Doucet: Response
Charn: No, I won't be your little backwards pet. Held aloft so you can feel good about yourselves, a gilded cage. Listen, my life is garbage here. But it's my life.
Arthur forced a smile at Charn.
Strathmore: I can assure you I am in no cage, not even a gilded one.
Reine’X/Sherlock/Doucet: Response
Arthur took a hypospray and stood by for further instruction and watched the great debate before him.
Reine’X/Sherlock/Doucet/Charn: Response
Strathmore: You have freedom of choice, moment, and rights, Mister Charn. I won’t bore you with the statues, but I can cite them if you do not believe me.
Reine’X/Sherlock/Doucet/Charn: Response
As ornery as the man was, Arthur saw a lot of himself in Charn. Growing up, he encountered many a Federation skeptic both on New France and Bajor, but the Federation was one of the few institutions that actually practiced what it preached… most of the time, but then again nothing is perfect. Pursuit of perfection was futile, but we still strived to do our best all the same. That was the Federation in a nutshell and it was something worth upholding.
Strathmore: I can tell you from experience, the Federation acts in good faith. I can assure you wholeheartedly.
Reine’X/Sherlock/Doucet/Charn: Response
Ensign Arthur Strathmore
Counselor
USS Valkyrie, NCC-76418-A
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