Doing Something

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How frustrating! She'd left tending her patients up in the Klingon ward to find where the missing members of the landing party had gone. Now she'd been thrown into some make-shift holding area for her troubles. Apparently, the party had stumbled across a group of Klingons who didn't agree with the Azetbur government's plans for Qo'noS. She couldn't quite tell what part they disagreed with, but they were hiding their efforts here below the hospital.

 

It wasn't clear to her why they were hiding at all. They seemed to be running experiments designed to fix the damage Praxis had caused. This confused her, because she thought one of the missions Challenger had been working on was to help save Qo'noS so the Klingon didn't have to evacuate. Did these scientists think the government didn't really want to stay? Did they think the plan was secretly to just abandon the planet? Or did these scientists "cling" to the racist notion that solutions had to be homegrown?

 

She'd already run into some of that last notion upstairs, when a Klingon medic said if their own medicine couldn't help patients, they were fated to die. But no one had stopped her from administering the hyronalin treatments.

 

So far, nothing she'd done had helped get them out of this situation. She'd announced her intention to look for the party more than an hour ago. If they were tracking her, they might have seen where her signal had disappeared at the edge of the dampening field. But tracking wasn't standard procedure, so maybe all they knew was that she had disappeared, too. That should be enough to send some to investigate, wouldn't it? She'd even told the Klingons that someone from the ship would come. What would they do to them?

 

They'd taken her tricorder and during the struggle, she'd dropped her communicator. So there was no technology in the little room that could help broadcast their location.

 

She'd taken a swing at their primary captor, adopting a Klingon line of reasoning. Having shown an ability for aggression, she should have improved her standing as someone to negotiate with. Unless they had dismissed her attempt as vain... It was hard to operate under alien values, but this is what Starfleet had taught her, outside her medical classes.

 

Their captor had disappeared, however. This left them separated in small rooms. She and Poldara were being watched by a pleasant-enough Klingon who'd grandstanded briefly about the worth of their homeworld and the value of Shakespeare. Failing to convince him to return to her patients under guard, she'd decided to see if her pheremones might help persuade the guard that they were no threat. Using her empathic abilities, she'd started to radiate a sense of calm and reassurance, under cover of playing some Earth game called "Twenty Questions" with Poldara.

 

She had no idea if such feelings would be noticed, or even appreciated, by Klingons. She had no intention of staying here while her patients were untended. Who knew what reactions some of them were having to the injections? She had to do something, even it was drastic.