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B'Etor Patterson

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About B'Etor Patterson

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    Hottest Mix-Breed in the Gamma Quadrant
  • Birthday 10/31/1981

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  1. ::the muffled sound of crotch rocket noises:: EEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am Ninja! On My Yamaha! Back off kid.. this is my ride!
  2. Are you saying my shoes are NOT this season's Prada???
  3. OMG! That is awesome
  4. B'Etor leaned against the door of the sickbay's inpatient room. She stared at the empty beds and let out a deep sigh. She looked like she was staring at something important, but she was actually staring into space, distracted, her mind abandonded by any normal thoughts of her job. She had nothing in her mind, no thoughts, yet her mind was going a million miles a minute. A lot had happened in the past few weeks. Badonk-thunk………..badonk-thunk………badonk-thunk. An odd noise from inside one of the walls can be heard across the intake room. B'Etor heard the noise and that caused her distraction to be blinked out of existance. She moved towards the noise, fist formed, prepared to attack anything that may come out at her. If this were a prank, someone was about to get punked. She sniffed, unable to smell anything through the door and she rang the chime. If something didn't come out, she would assume the worst, if something did come out that did not resemble her CMO, someone would get slammed. "Yeah, c'mon in mate." Badonk-thunk....badonk-thunk. The door opened and B'Etor looked in, for whatever was causing that sound, her breathing hard, her andrealine levels had risen, her body preparing for a fight. Her black eyes darting around the room before falling on the CMO and whatever noise that was. Rue rolled her head slowly and lazily towards, the door, the wee blue racketball in her one hand, poised for another throw. Little blue marks dotted the wall. In her other, the PADD she was proofreading. She grinned as she saw B'Etor standing there. "Hi there." She raised a brow, glancing at B'Etor's defensive posture. "Whot's got your nickers in a twist, mate?" She saw the ball, the marks, and realized the sounds she heard were not someones skull slamming into the wall, not Doug trying to get out of a hole and falling repeatedly. It was nothing but a damn ball against a damn wall. She calmed down quickly and shrugged. "Loud sudden noises, they make me assume the worst. I wasn't sure what it was, so I prepared to attack whatever may be attacking you, or the internal bulkhead." She felt so stupid now. The CMO must think she is insane. Then again, after the past two months, B'Etor had a reason to be distracted and jumpy. Rue sat up, tossing the ball into a drawer of her desk and putting the PADD on the table. "I heard everyone went a little buggy on you earlier...." she let the sentence drift off in order to give B'Etor an opening to talk. She rolled her eyes. "You have no idea how much I wanted to snap laurel's neck, then snap Doug's neck. I don't..do well in confined spaces. Nevermind confined spaces with drunk Human's who find another male human to be sexy, or a Vulcan that thinks it would be funny to remove a large blade from someone's chest, or another human who cowered in the corner the entire time, until he finally lost it and tried to get out by climbing a flat wall." She swallowed again, thinking of the pit they were trapped in. One week later and she was still bugged by what happened. She also still kept the secret of the Garrison. It was a secret she kept for him because she knew he would keep the same secret for her. "Sorry I bothered you...." "No, no, it's okay mate." She motioned to the chair in front of her as she herself stood and leaned against the corner of her own desk. It was a way of removing a barrier between herself and her crewmate. Hoped it would work anyway. "Some times it helps just to get it off your chest. Proud of you for not loosing it yourself, 'cause I think I might have started climbing the walls me-self." She grinned. She paused and then realized it would be best to sit down. She didn't want to be banned from duty again. She didn't want to have to talk to the Counselor again. She just wanted to work. She looked down at her lap and slumped in the chair a little. "I did.. But not because I was insane. I made it halfway, then.. I lost my grip. Too smooth. She sighed deeply, shaking her head. "I wanted so bad to go on an Away mission. It was my first real mission... and I hated it. For a little while I hated the people I was with. I was starving, and tired, and dirty, and they wouldn't stop.. I wanted to kill them all..." She started to babble about all of the feelings she had. Wrong move? Perhaps. "Eh, not all away missions are sugar plums and lollypops." Rue shrugged. "Wait'll you're assigned a diplomatic one, mate. Then you'll really want to tear your hair out." She beamed. "You want something from the replicator?" She motioned to the machine behind her. She shook her head. "Thanks, but I am all set." She sighed deeply again. "So it wasn't wrong to have wanted to snap my co-workers necks? I feel ashamed... Yet, I don't." She thought of Mark, and his injury. "In Klingon culture, if a co-worker, or friend is injured, you do not save them. You either help them fight, or they die. I never thought of killing Lt. Garrison, but I almost left him for dead." She leaned her head back, staring at the ceiling. "It'd have been wrong if you had acted on those thoughts....but I wouldn't have necessary blamed you if what I heard was true." She chuckled a bit, then glanced down at her boots as she spoke. "You're gonna find that sometimes, what you do as a 'Fleet officer might contridict what you might have done culturally. Ethics, morals, or actions. Even your oaths as a doctor can reek havoc against what you need to do in a mission. It takes time to....well.......resolve those issues, you know?" She nodded and looked up at Rue. "I understand most of it, but.. Mark said something to me.. after we got back and I working on his wound. We were in the sickbay, on the surgical bed, and he said something, then apologized for it. Maybe it was because I was busy, and only half listening, but I know it was about my pregnancy." She tilted her head, truly not getting it. "Why.. if I am over it, do people walk on eggshells about my pregnancy?" Rue chewed her lip for a moment before responding. "Well, could be for a couple of reasons. One, perhaps they don't know your feelings on the subject. Or two, they just want to let you know they care." She scratched the back of her head. "Each being handles that sort of loss in different ways. So, you're going to encounter different reactions to your previous condition." She looked even more confused, but on her face, it made her look more angry. She pondered the comment, then looked at the replicator. "But..Mark and I had never spoken before. He worked with the babies father, but for only a few weeks before he...." She didn't really know what to say when it came to Jaden's disappearance. He didn't disappear, but he was gone. She left it to hang. "I understand Maria, and you, and Alex, and Joe, and Marius, even the Captain's side, but after a month, and after he even knew me? I don't get it." "Don't get what? That people outside your immediate area know and care about you?" Rue flashed a lopsided grin, knowing she's putting a thought in B'Etor's head she's not thought about before. If she could furrow her brow, she would, but the exoskeletal ridges prevented that. She pursed her lips and almost looked like she was in pain, from thinking too hard. "You mean.. even though they don't know me, they still care? Why?" She never understood human emotions. She grew up around Humans, but never fully understood why they do what they do. "Luv, when you get to be around these ships long enough you'll see....aquaintences become friends and friends become family." She scooted back enough to sit properly on her desk. "We have to work, live, play, sleep, eat, pray, excerise, rest together. Loads of what-they-call-it...oh yeah. Teamwork. And when a team members is down, the rest of the group wants to pick 'em up so they group can start movin' again." She nodded and bit her lip. "So.. if they care about me.. I need to care about them?" Well that was a stupid question. If they ended up in the sickbay, she would care. That was her job. "So..the way I care about what happened to Julie, and Maria, people I don't even know can feel the same about me?" "Aye. You okay with that?" She pondered the idea again and nodded slowly. "It is like when I was on my father's ship.. People cared about me because I was the Captain's daughter, and they worried about me... So.. it is the same thing, but without my father here." She nodded in understanding. "Yeah, something like that." She shifted on her deskseat. "Just remember that common curtosy when someone expresses concern for your wellfare is not to rip their heads from their bodies." She teased a bit, her lips curling into a mischievious grin. She stood up and sighed again. "How do you react to them, if you like them?" She wasn't subtle. "Say thank you and smile." She leaned back, swinging her legs. "And if you don't, say thank you and nod. But don't look constipated when you do it, either way." She smirked a little and nodded. "I look constipated a lot." She knew she did, but she knew wasn't exactly adapting the way everyone else did on the ship. She was the most different, with the most confusion. "Aye, pretty soon they'll be asking if ye get enough fiber in your diet." She teased. She nodded and smiled more. "Thanks.. for the talk and all. I know I am hard to work with. I am brash, rude, and forward. But thank you for helping me..." "Oh, I've had tougher nuts to crack." She grinned. "B'Etor, you're doing a good job. Really. I'd love to send you an another away mission, when you feel you're ready. Just...relax." "As long as it not a jungle, or dirty, or has lizard people, I will be fine. I actually kinda..bonded with a few of the people on the mission. Mark and I got along quite well, after he wasn't loony." She smiled. "Thanks for everything. Other than my father, I haven't talked with someone as... understanding... about how I am.. Thank you." "No problem. Anytime. And I do mean, any time." She nodded again. She nodded and paused ackwardly for a moment, then motioned to the door. "I am going to.. umm.. do something..yeah.." She nodded to Rue, then walked out the door.
  5. *stares at image, mouth hanging open in awe*THERE IS A GOD! Oh..my..god... *kneels before BluRox* You are god! You have blessed me! (Sorry, I am not normally this stupid.. LOL)
  6. Eomer! OMG! Eomer! When I first started my love affair with Urban! OMG! *fans self again* The accent did it! Man he is HOT!
  7. OMG! One thing we are both in agreement on! McCoy! Hamina Hamina.. that right there... *fans self, then passes one to Kansas* Lord... HOT STUFF!
  9. O..M..G.. That is all I can say. I have no other words...
  10. I liked that one, then again, I am partial to the Kitteh... LOL
  11. Mreh (Helmsman on Excalibur): "Yes I know, I know, I am bigger on TV."
  12. And my char is half! I knew I was half better than some of the crew! The other half... Any in-depth info on Klingons?
  13. "Remember... All drains lead to the ocean...OH MY GOD! NEMO'S SWIMMING OUT TO SEA!!!"
  14. Marks fingers flirted with the blade in his stomach as he fought to stay concious. He had no clue where he was, he had already began slipping in and out of conciousness while the lizzard creature dragged him through the woods. Getting tossed into a pit certainly helped him to wake up however. He had no clue what his captors wanted, but keeping him alive obviously wasn't a big priority. B'Etor grunted harder, starting to get some reange of motion and conciousness back. She coughed and rolled onto her side, squinting as if in pain. She let out a hard breath and saw nothing but the faint light above them and darkness. Great..can't see.. She moved her head around, managing to sit up, feeling stiff and achy, nevermind the splitting headache. "Hello?" She called out, only it came out like a grainy whisper. "Eh?" Mark glanced around in the darkness. He couldn't see anything in the darkness. When did someone else get thrown in? Did he loose conciousness? Was he just halucinating? "Who's there?" She heard something and knew it sounded familiar. She got onto her hands and knees, eyes adjusting to the light, giving her the ability to see shadows and objects. "Who is that?" She said, crawling towards it. Whoever knocked her out, obviously would not answer back, she hoped. "Patterson?" He tried to move, failing miserbly. He groaned in pain. "I-It's Garrison." "Keep talking.. I'll follow your voice.." She crawled towards the voice, the name confirming who it was. After a moment, she hit him in the shoulder and leaned closer, the faint scent of mud and lavender on her. "What happened?" "I got dragged off. When I came too, some lizzard thing was dragging me. I tried to escape, but it didn't work so well." He grabbed her hand, guiding it down to the knife. She looked down at him as he grabbed her hand, wondering if he wanted a cheap feel. She was about to protest when she felt the knife, pulling her hand back fast. "Oh... Lieutenant..." She started to look around, no longer caring about her muscle stiffness, stabbing headache, and throbbing neck where she was darted. "How deep.." She moved her hand down his chest, to the knife, grabbing the handle, measuring the size of it, then her hand slid down the knife itself, her hand feeling how thick, and how sharp. "About.. three inches in.. straight angle..." She looked towards where his head was. "Sir, I have to move you... to see if it went through your back.. Ok?" He nodded, looking down at the blade again. "Do it." She lifted his arm up, putting it around her shoulder as she put her hand under his back, feeling around, then pulling out. "Nothing. It is still inside you. That is good." She nodded and put his arm down. "Now.. we need to stabilize it.." She looked around, as if she could actually see. He winced as he was laid flat again. "I dont have any equipment..." He paused, finally realising that B'Etor wasn't even with him when he got captured. "What happened at the camp?" "Neither do I... Doug and I were talking.. I heard a hiss or a whisper noise, felt a sting, a moment later I was on my knees, losing conciousness." She then pulled her uniform top off, tearing the muddy wet part away, leaving her with two pieces of uniform, looking down at him. "My med pack is at the campsite. I know Doug, Beckman, and laurel were hit.. I don't know where they are... and I haven't seen or heard from the rest of the away team." She went to work on stabilizing the knife, so it didn't move. Despite bleeding out, and the pain, Mark couldn't help but crack a small smirk as B'Etor removed her clothing. The ocasional nudge the knife kept him focused however. "Victria was out in the woods...and the Captain had just left...they might have escaped capture..." She looked at him. "Yeah well.. if I don't get this knife stablized and your bleeding minimalized, I don't want to be the one to carry you out. I pride myself on having a 0% mortality rate with my patients.." She threw the useless part of her uniform and then felt her grey undershirt. "Don't get cheeky.." She pulled her grey undershirt, which was completely dry and shivered at the cold. "I wouldn't dream of it..." She rolled her eyes. "You are on the verge of bleeding out and dying, and you're gawking at my chest?" She sighed, wincing as she cracked her neck. "I thought you were Lieutenant Victria's anyway.." She said it softly, tossing the grey top over her shoulder, to keep it warm as she felt around his stomach. "Hmm.." He winced. "She doesn't own me. Besides...I might as well enjoy the end." He paused as he followed her eyes to the knife. "What is it?" "Your stomach isn't distended, and there is no bulging." She nodded and looked at him. "I have been on board for over three months, I have never even spoken to you, other than passing in the hall, and NOW you wanna stare at me? I require at least Dinner.. and two dates before anything cheeky.." She thought of Marius and let out a soft laugh. "Well it keeps my mind off the knife in my stomach." He looked up from his wound to her. "Is that bad, is it supposed to buldge?" "If you were distended.. or bulging, it would mean either you had internal bleeding, or one of your organs was swelling. Neither is happening, so that means you far longer than I anticipated." She nodded. She then went to wrapping the grey undershirt around the knife to stop the bleeding and hold the knife in place. "Oh, good." He let his head fall back to the ground. "I wonder where the rest of the team is...maybe they've got them holed up in different...holes." "I have no idea.. But your main concern needs to be you now." She then folded up the wet and muddy part of her outer uniform, folding it up, making the dryest, least muddy part available for him. "Here..At least lay on something un soggy." She lifted his head and placed it under his head, then sat next to him. "I have to admit.. This is not what I expected when we came here..." "After three months on this ship, I'm not suprised by anything." He smirked. "For example, I'm bleeding to death, being attended to by a half naked Klingon." "Only the Klingon half of me is naked, the Romulan half is covered." She smiled to him. "Don't forget the bizarre darting of almost all of the away team crew. And now I am sitting here, cold, because you are bleeding.. stabbed by something you don't know.." She nodded to him. "Sum it up?" "It was some sort Lizzard...humanioid. Bipedal. woman...I think." His eyes wandered. "Wasn't very interested in talking when I was concious. You should consider yourself lucky they had darts for you." He trailed off, his vision fogging slightly. "I dont think I can stay concious much longer..." "Oh no! You need to stay concious. The longer you stay concious the better. Tell me about.. Umm..Victria.. yeah.." She thought of something that would keep him budy for a while. "Eh...Victria? What about her?" His eyes began to wander as he became less lucid. "Anything.. How close are you.. What do you share in likes and dislikes.. Come on.. Sir, don't fall asleep..." She pinched his arm hard. His eyes slowly glanced over to his arm. "Well...we both appreciate a good fight." He smiled. "She also likes blood. Lots of it." He chuckled, slightly delerious. She looked around, shivering and let out a long breath, and a sniffle. "There has to be a way out of here... But I can't see anything.." She started crawling, to see if she would hit a wall, or something, anything other than another dart, or a lizard thing. "Wonder if we are the only ones here..." She let out a OOF sound and paused. "Doug... he's still out.." Mark couldn't help rolling his eyes, even in the complete darkness. "Of course. It's possible they threw everyone down here, I have no idea how big it is." She made a thud noise. "Well, that was my fist against the wall.. So I would say not too big, definatly not too small.." She tok a few moments and found Beckman, then laurel. "Ok.." She then moved back to him. "They are all still out.. you are my priority... How you holding up?" "I've been better." He deadpanned. "It's not too bad yet, but to be honest...It's not a blade designed to be pulled out. At least with regard to it's victims life." He let out a small sigh which slowly turned to a grimace. "You saw what it looked like? Before you were stabbed?" She looked at him and sat next to him, grabbing his wrist, placing two fingers under his thumb. "It's my own blade." He looked away in embarassment. "I stabbed her twice before she lifted me up by the neck and did this." He motioned towards the knife. "They're incredibly strong and have a high tolerance for pain...or I wasn't hitting anything important." "What type of blade is it?" She nodded, noting mentally his pulse was stable. "Incredibly strong, high pain tolerance.. shoulda taken me on.. I woulda given them a run for their money.." He smirked, picturing the doctor and various ass kickery. "it's an old Earth design. Serated on one side with teeth on the other designed to dig into the flesh, and tear when pulled out." She nodded, listening. "Kinda like..a suicide knife? Or a Katana?" She checked the dressings to see if he was still losing blood. "I think the bleeding stopped... How do you feel? Any new symptoms? Dizziness, hot flashes, anything?" "I feel...weak. I think I've lost a good amount of blood. As for the knife, I couldn't tell you much. I sort of inherited it." She looked at him. "Security minion who doesn't know his knives? Lieutenant, I am surprised. You should learn about the weapon before you play with it.. Knives are not toys you know.." She nodded, the natural Klingon in her coming out. "I may have grown up with Humans, but I know my knives.." He stared her down, offened at the statment. "It's designed to kill quickly and efficiently. The knife was designed by an Alan Shepard on Earth pre-first contact. He was a black-ops solider for one of Earth's many nations. It passed through his family until I received it from Alison Shepard after her death." She nodded to him, putting her hands up. "Alright, I'm sorry sir. Don't get riled, you may shift the knife." She looked at the knife, then to him. "Family Heirloom... Must be nice to have something of your past." She looked around, while they talked, as if trying to figure a way out. "Like I said, it was her heirloom, not mine." He frowned as he continued to stare at the knife, almost in a longing way. "Go...go see who's all down here and check on them, I'll be fine." She looked at him. "I am not leaving you. If they do not come to in about an hour, I will check on them. You are critical, you are the priority. Sorry to tell you, but you are stuck with me.. No one moves you, unless I say so..." Mark looked over to her, his eyes breaking from the knife for the first time in a while. "Go check on the rest of the away team Lieutenant, that's an order." She looked at him and smiled, shaking her head. "You are injured, as a doctor, I do not have to follow your orders if I feel there are a danger to your life. You are of higher rank than I am.. but I do not have to follow that order." She looked at the dark silhouttes of the other AT members. After a moment she looked back to him. "But I am concerned.." She moved away from him, doing as ordered anyway. He watched her fade into the shadows before letting his head fall back. He was touched by her defiance, but as critical as he was she had a responsiblity to the entire team. Grasping the blade, he tried to loosen its grip, but didn't get far. It wasn't very fun without pain meds. His arms fell into the mud uselessly, he slowly sighed and glanced around. There wasn't much to do but stay awake, and alive.
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