"Healing Hands"

[OdileCondacin 0]

Odile nodded to Shadow in dismissal, leaving her office to marine doctor and Xenexian. "So then -- I hear you might have some magic that can take away this hangover, hmm?"

 

Troll was not quite certain what was really going on; Sin was being ... well, nice! He decided it was time to help Sin out in hopes of returned favors. Grinning at her, "I've been studying my spells, so this should do the trick." Activating his medscanner with its holographic display in HUD mode, Troll placed his right hand at certain pressure points along Sin's upper spine and back of neck. A bioelectric field manipulator in his left hand re-adjusted her body's energy field to a more healthy pattern.

 

She nodded, sighing happily as the nausea and headaches started to subside. "Thanks -- I appreciate it. And... could you not make a note of this on my record? I don't quite want to be known as the ship drunk, you know..."

 

"As a favor to you, this was just a.... social call, shall we say? Even though I did stop by as a medic it wasn't in response to a call for services needed. Will that work? No service performed equals no report to file."

 

"Sounds fair to me." The Xenexian gave him a mischievous grin. "So why did you drop by?" she asked.

 

"With this double duty dropped in my lap," he said, gesturing to his field CMO tabs along with his Marine insignia, "I've become a touch dissatisfied with our current capability to respond to medical incidents during potential combat situations. I want to redesign the 'med shuttle' and its two escort 'combat shuttles'. I know a lot of this falls to Engineering, but the sensors, medical programs and bio-combat systems are more your area of knowledge. What do I need to do to acquire your time and services?"

 

"Hmm... they do tend towards Engineering," she agreed, and smirked. "Hmm... I suppose I could have medical owe me a favor, since I don't think either Science or I need anything at the moment..."

 

Grinning slightly, "Medical wouldn't owe you anything... however, I will pick up your tab when you call. If that isn't good enough, then it's back to the drawing padd on this one." Troll seemed slightly tense at Sin's comment about Medical owing her favors.

 

Odile shrugged. "Oh, very well. So what improvements are you looking at making? I assume -- upgrading the sensor pallets, maybe boosting some of the weapons..." Another shrug. "You could talk to Kitty for that, but I think I can more than likely help. Now -- what's this about biocombat?"

 

Seeming a little too calm, "I'm just wanting to be ready to take on anything like the Soltan effect, at range and on board these new runabouts. Preemptively, if necessary. But I don't want those systems to be easily noticeable or identifiable"

 

"So something... under the radar, so to speak. And the shuttles shouldn't even look Federation in origin? Nondescript? We'll need to take out the transponders, I think -- or use some sort of material to mask them when we want. Maybe a mixed electron field..." Odile pulled up a padd, noticing how nice it was to be able to concentrate again, and started keying in a few ideas.

 

"Actually, I don't want nondescript, but I agree on them not having much connection with Federation styles or designs. I also want them to be atmospheric-capable and as low-emissioned as we can possibly make them, for when they need it."

 

Tossing that about in her mind, she nodded. "We could do some sort of emissions cloak, probably." The Xenexian smirked. "Sure you don't just want to make it a black ops project?

 

Troll handed over an isolated padd, with ship configurations not unlike the ancient Kzinti ships. "I prefer clear as crystal, and as substantial as vapor. By the way, I need your bioprint here please," he said, gesturing to the access point of the padd.

 

"I can understand that. So will we be keeping this project between you, me, and the Romulan, or do you jarheads mind me sharing it with the rest of my department?" she asked, pressing her thumb against the screen.

 

"I prefer it filtered, but use your judgement. By the way, this is a personal project at the moment; the other jarheads aren't aware of it yet. I'm currently filtering this project both up and down the chain"

 

"If this bends Starfleet protocols I'll take the slap-down that goes with it. I prefer the fewest heads on the chopping block if I go too far with this."

 

Condacin snorted. "Oh, don't even bother making the promise -- I've heard it before, and in the end all heads end up chopped off. Besides -- Starfleet would have kicked me out by now if they were going to. I'll speak more with you after I've had the time to look at some specs?" she offered.

 

"By the way, do you have a sparring partner to keep you in shape? And could you use another?"

 

"The cat, occasionally -- sometimes Medusa when she's feeling nice," Odile teased. "Why -- offering?"

 

"Actually, yes. And it would better explain any time we spend together beyond those needed for the official upgrades," he added, flexing his hands and grinning.

 

"That it would. Very well -- talk with you more in a few hours?" she offered.

 

"That'll be fine" Troll nodded, then headed off looking for Shadow.