IKC FHew 7C6110
Training Room – Private debrief
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Ne' Michelle "Mike" Young
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Mike was in pain. The object that had been imbedded in her back may have been holographic, but the damage was real.
The pain was the worst she had had since joining Starfleet. She couldn't believe she had been fooled by a simple simulation!
'Well, I'm paying for my ignorance now, aren't I?' She thought to herself. She felt like crap and all she wanted to do was sleep.
She became aware of the figure of Klingon she had not seen before at her side. She noticed the Rank insignia, though. This must be Ro' Matlh, captain of the crew she had just been with.
"You did well," he growled with no introduction or prelude. "I admit I was reluctant to have you as part of the simulation. I adjusted it so your injury would give you an excuse to be inactive, but you stood your ground. You did your job, even when injured, and never abandoned your post."
Mike tried to sit up,but her head swam as the pain go worse, so she stayed laying down, "I just did my job....like any self-respecting Medical Officer would. The one I helped, is she ok?"
"Tell?" Ro' smiled, "If you find something that will kill her, you let me know. I am pretty sure that when the FHew does explode she will ride the wave of the explosion, clinging to that engine she loves."
He seemed to be considering, "When will you be on active duty again?"
Mike thinks for a moment. "I would think 4 days at the earliest, maybe longer. If my spleen hadn't been damaged I'd be good to go now."
Ro' shook his head, "Your ship is scheduled to leave before then, but my crew will still be recovering from their debrief. You wanted to learn about Klingon medicine, yes?"
"That was one of the reasons I came to your so called 'lecture', yes. And I would still like to, as long as it doesn't include another 'lecture'."
"Matlh Hospital is one of the most significant medical facilities on the home world, and I am in need of a Medic. Germite is very good at keeping people on their feet and at their station, one of the best I have seen, but he is not... gentle. I have a large contingent of Federation crew now and need to consider these things."
"I can imagine. Though having correct facilities could be an issue, being a Klingon vessel and all," Mike says.
"I will speak to you superiors about getting you transferred to the FHew," Ro' announced, assuming this is what anyone would want, given the chance. "Given that, I think we should take you in and join your new crew."
He turned to the Doctor nearest, "Patch her up. Give her one of those seats with wheels if you must. She is due in Lecture Room 17 in ten minutes."
"Yes, sir," the doctor replied, eying Mike with an expression she knew well. It said the medic disagreed with the decisions of the commanding officer but they were going to follow orders regardless.
Mike gets up onto one elbow. "Let's get this party going then," She grins.
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Ne' Michelle "Mike" Young
Post Details
| Title | Private debrief | |
| Mission | Training Room | |
| Author(s) | HoD Ro' Matlh & Ne' Michelle "Mike" Young | |
| Posted | Mon May 05, 2014 @ 2:37am | |
| Location | Starbase Medical | |
| Timeline | After the 'Lectures' |
The pain was the worst she had had since joining Starfleet. She couldn't believe she had been fooled by a simple simulation!
'Well, I'm paying for my ignorance now, aren't I?' She thought to herself. She felt like crap and all she wanted to do was sleep.
She became aware of the figure of Klingon she had not seen before at her side. She noticed the Rank insignia, though. This must be Ro' Matlh, captain of the crew she had just been with.
"You did well," he growled with no introduction or prelude. "I admit I was reluctant to have you as part of the simulation. I adjusted it so your injury would give you an excuse to be inactive, but you stood your ground. You did your job, even when injured, and never abandoned your post."
Mike tried to sit up,but her head swam as the pain go worse, so she stayed laying down, "I just did my job....like any self-respecting Medical Officer would. The one I helped, is she ok?"
"Tell?" Ro' smiled, "If you find something that will kill her, you let me know. I am pretty sure that when the FHew does explode she will ride the wave of the explosion, clinging to that engine she loves."
He seemed to be considering, "When will you be on active duty again?"
Mike thinks for a moment. "I would think 4 days at the earliest, maybe longer. If my spleen hadn't been damaged I'd be good to go now."
Ro' shook his head, "Your ship is scheduled to leave before then, but my crew will still be recovering from their debrief. You wanted to learn about Klingon medicine, yes?"
"That was one of the reasons I came to your so called 'lecture', yes. And I would still like to, as long as it doesn't include another 'lecture'."
"Matlh Hospital is one of the most significant medical facilities on the home world, and I am in need of a Medic. Germite is very good at keeping people on their feet and at their station, one of the best I have seen, but he is not... gentle. I have a large contingent of Federation crew now and need to consider these things."
"I can imagine. Though having correct facilities could be an issue, being a Klingon vessel and all," Mike says.
"I will speak to you superiors about getting you transferred to the FHew," Ro' announced, assuming this is what anyone would want, given the chance. "Given that, I think we should take you in and join your new crew."
He turned to the Doctor nearest, "Patch her up. Give her one of those seats with wheels if you must. She is due in Lecture Room 17 in ten minutes."
"Yes, sir," the doctor replied, eying Mike with an expression she knew well. It said the medic disagreed with the decisions of the commanding officer but they were going to follow orders regardless.
Mike gets up onto one elbow. "Let's get this party going then," She grins.