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Crash Calestorm

Attacked By Drooling Cow

The following log takes place just prior to our 02.10.14 Sim…

 

T'Aral-> Captain - Medical has been evacuated.

Crash Calestorm -> ::to TAral, attention swiveling between several things:: Doc, get yourself gone, that’s an order

T'Aral-> :: Eyebrow :: The ship is listing ... is there an engine problem?

Crash Calestorm -> ::to T'A:: Doc, we got several system problems with that dang Cruiser bein' all obsessed with us--you need to evac now--

T'Aral-> Agreed ... :: Steps over to Crash, gives her shoulder a five-finger press :: I have no intention of debating this matter with you logically.

Crash Calestorm -> ::is so going down::

T'Aral-> :: Picks up Captain, proceeds to T/L ::

Tifa Kvar -> ((Don't argue with a pregnant Vulcan.))

- 02.03.14 Comanche Creek Sim

 

Never ever argue with a pregnant Vulcan. Never argue with any female that is pregnant, but definitely not Vulcans. Matter of fact, arguing with a woman was suicidal in general.

 

Calestorm would like to point out that she had not been arguing, thank you very much. She was being thorough regarding the ships evacuation.

 

Her mind was already working its way through the haze: Status of ship, status of crew. Was everyone okay? Commander Wesley, Lieutenant TAral, Lieutenant Kvar, Lieutenant Shalin, the Big Guy? Hell, she was even hoping the Engineering squirrels, Java (the amorphous coffee being that she never saw, of course) and even that dang mechanical spider hitch hiker was okay.

 

Crash groaned and felt worn out and sore. Her neck and shoulder felt like someone had tried to twist them from her shoulders. The chronometer set on the bedside table showed that she’d been out for less than twelve hours. An IV ran into her right arm and she was careful not to jar the access tube. She felt one side of her short silver-white hair sticking up in ‘attacked by drooling cow’ bed head and wasn’t that an attractive look.

 

A dark-skinned technician sporting the white tunic of hospital staff - who looked about fourteen years old, God help her… Was she getting older or was everyone else just getting younger? - came zipping across the medical bay as soon as he caught her waking up in his periphery vision.

 

“Captain Calestorm, welcome back to the land of the living. I’d have to ask that you stay put.”

 

“Son, ah’m not leaving, ah’m sitting up, ‘kay? There’s a difference.”

 

The stink of body odor and battle sweat no longer clung to her like a second skin. She’d been washed down and dressed in Starfleet issue blue scrubs. The wash had a faint floral aroma and it was pleasant, not pungent.

 

“Where am ah Corpsman?”

 

“Harrington Base Sir.”

 

“And what’s the word?”

 

“You’re suffering from battle fatigue and exhaustion. We’ve been monitoring you and giving you fluids. We have orders to keep you here for the time being.”

 

She eyed him. “I’m also suffering from a Vulcan neck pinch. Who gave those orders?”

 

He studiously avoided her gaze and became very interested in the digital data slate he held. “I can call my commanding officer…”

 

And there was her answer without being directly answered. “No, you will contact my CMO and tell her to get her Vulcan hide here in person. And I’ll also want to talk to my Executive Officer…”

 

TBC in Sim…

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