Lt. JG. Orrey & Lt. Cmdr. DeVeau - "Keep Going"
Amanda Nordstrom
~~Flashback~~
((Sickbay - USS Veritas))
::Henning Hext reentered sickbay, it had been a pair of days since
the incident with the crewman and while he could no longer put it
off he did not enjoy returning to the scene of the man’s final
moments. He did however spot the particular doctor he was looking
for and approached her.::
Hext: Commander, I am reporting in for my checkup.
DeVeau: Oh?
Hext: ::Nodding to her:: Considering I had to pass a Service
checkup before volunteering for this assignment everything should
come up as well and fine.
DeVeau: Well, I’d love to help, but I’m actually just finishing
some last minute things before I leave. I’ve been transferred
back to the science department.
Hext: Ah I see I did not realize that was happening, well
congratulations on your shift to science.
::Henning stood still while speaking to the doctor, but did note
as another man, looking rather emaciated with long white hair
enter the sickbay. He was dressed in Starfleet teal and was
carrying a small medkit under one arm.::
::Jansen nodded his head as one corner of his mouth hitched up in
a smile. It seemed as if the whole galaxy had moved since he spoke
to his dear friend last. In fact a good deal of it had changed. As
it stood, Jansen was a slip of his former self, his six feet now
lean to the point of almost skeletal still with a notch of bags
under his eyes.::
Orrey: :speaking softly from behind Alora in his more relaxed
southern accent.:: ‘Ere Doc what os the meaning of your switching
jobs before I show up? You think that will keep us from discussing
another concert?
::Startled by the familiar voice, Alora whirled around. She
practically shrieked, then assaulted the new arrival with a hug.::
DeVeau: Jansen! What are you doing here?
::Silly question, she could deduce it, but Alora was excited to
see yet another friend on the Veritas.::
Orrey: Well I figured as the new counselor I should come get to
know the doctors and I had to bring by a medkit anyway ::Hugging
her back::
DeVeau: Seriously?
Orrey: ::laughing some as he took a step back:: Now I wouldn’t be
taking a pleasure cruise all the way out here to the Shoals would
I? Besides I figured we ought to keep our word and do our next
sessions in person since we never got around to it.
DeVeau: How long has it been?
Orrey: More years than I care to admit.
DeVeau: Has it really? Oh man...so...I need to go get settled in
to my new position, but maybe we can catch up after that?
Orrey: That is more than fine, I have a couple things to do before
I come back to find…
DeVeau: Doctor Maxwell.
::He was new, but Alora could tell he was a good doctor.::
Orrey: Doctor Maxwell, alright. We can catch up though I do need
some more greenery in the quarters so we have plenty to talk
about.
DeVeau: I look forward to it.
~~End Flashback~~
(( Planet Limbo, Day 15))
::Alora stared up at the sky, or rather, the bent leaves and vines
that covered her. The night had been heavy with rain, but her
makeshift tent had held up for the most part. Because of what she
had available, there was no way she would remain completely dry -
the grass she had gathered to make her bedding as well as her
other things had gotten decidedly damp - but at least she wasn’t
soaking wet either. With each morning came thoughts, unbidden,
memories, ponderings. Why Jansen had been the one on her mind,
she couldn’t say. That’s how they came, random poppings of random
people. Perhaps that particularly memory had been triggered by
the fact that their reunion had come right before their current
predicament. Would she see him again? Raissa? Cameron? Nara?
Any of her friends? Her other crewmates?::
::Every morning, she asked herself those questions. If Alora
allowed herself, she’d wallow in the misery of her situation. It
was tempting, to be sure, to simply lie there and cry. She
wouldn’t tell the others how many times she had lain down at
night, tears trickling from her eyes. When the morning came,
however, she couldn’t allow it. To do so would admit defeat, and
Alora wasn’t about to do that. Instead, she took hope in the idea
that she would see them again, hope in the fact that she’d managed
to survive not only a crash, but a wilderness that was completely
foreign to her.::
::With those thoughts, Alora pushed herself up and peered up at
the sky. The drench had turned to mist, so it would be a wet
one. She couldn’t let that deter her, and she glanced back at the
cat who had, before she’d moved, been curled up at her feet, but
was, at that moment, giving herself a morning bath.::
DeVeau: All right, Sachiko.
::The feline paused and lifted her gaze to her human.::
DeVeau: Let’s get moving.
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Lieutenant Junior Grade Jansen Orrey
Counselor
USS Veritas
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&
Medical Officer
USS Veritas
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