"N'Dak meets N'Dak" or "Good versus Diet Evil"

[NDak 0]

PERSONAL LOG

Lt. (Jg.) Koshic N’Dak, Ph.D.

ASCI USS Arcadia

Stardate 0403.26

 

>Begin Log<

 

As Koshic stood on the Bridge, a bright idea came into his head. This whole time he had been collecting information on the squids, and they hadn’t been able to really get a lot of data on how they effected people—and now he had a test subject just waiting for him in Sickbay.

 

Koshic quickly asked Commander Lo’Ami permission to go down to sickbay and at the least observe their Romulan visitor. Lo’Ami nodded and Koshic jaunted of to the TL.

 

“Sickbay.”

 

The TL gently hummed as it made it way to Sickbay.

 

He had a theory but he would need some proof. These Squids were indeed of powerful Telepathic abilities, it is possible, he thought, that if they were strong enough telepaths that they could actually be controlling the Romulans. He would need some scans from the subject in sickbay.

 

O O O O

 

As Koshic stepped into Sickbay, Nurse Ratchet was scanning over the subject. Koshic motioned her over to him. “Nurse if you don’t mind, I’ll take over from here,” he said quietly. “ Foreward everything you have to my PADD here.”

 

The Nurse quirked an eyebrow but relented. “Yes Lieutenant,” she grumbled.

 

She stepped back into the shadows of the Sickbay and left Koshic alone with Destorie. “Jolan Tru Arrein N’Dak…” Koshic paused as he said “N’Dak.”

 

Destorie looked up only slightly as heard the Rihan being spoken but then returned to staring at the walls. He was unhappy with the arrangement that much was obvious.

 

“Arrien Destorie Ma'lyn N'Dak, Dasie Dheno RES Talon. Number 456-Y-A23K,” Koshic said looking at him. “Au hhaetn mnaae. There is na need for mnaee, Mnean will na aehyy or yy’a. Mnean only rruieh run some drusae.”

 

Destoire turned and looked Koshic over. He was a short slender human, or so he appeared. But their was some familiar element to him he couldn’t shake. He had never meet him before, that he was sure of, but something was just—odd. He looked back to the wall then to Koshic. He was surprised that he was adept in the Rihan language. At least this time he got an intelligent interrogator.

 

Koshic looked Destorie over waiting for him to say something. He had closed his mind, the Romulan mind made him…uncomfortable. But their was something about this one, a facial quality that was almost scary. If he didn’t know better Koshic might have mistaken him for his father dressed up as a Romulan. Koshic shook the thought off and looked down at his PADD.

 

“I appreciate your speaking in my native tongue,” Destorie said breaking the silence. “But their na need for you to trouble yourself, I do speak Terran, that is aus language is it na?”

 

Now it was Koshic taken a back. Romulans, as a general rule cared very little for the ways and customs of those they deemed inferior (i.e. the rest of the galaxy) but here was a Romulan who spoke fluently in Teran?

 

“Uhh,” Koshic stammered slightly. “I am not Human if that’s what you mean, but that’s what I have a universal translator for.”

 

“Ahh,” Destorie returned to staring at the wall.

 

Koshic wasn’t sure where to go from here. He looked around and took out a medical tricorder and began to run scans of Destorie’s cranial area. If the Squids had indeed been using brainwash telepathy the brain chemicals would, to say the least, be slightly off. But the real problem was—how do you determine if a Romulan has a Chemical imbalance or not?

 

Koshic would need to analyze the brain wave patterns and the Chemical make-up further, but he couldn’t do that here.

 

He tapped his commbadge. “Nurse Ratchet,” he said pausing looking over Destorie one last time. “I believe I have gotten everything I need, he is all yours again.”

 

Koshic glanced at the Romulan again. “Jolan Tru.”

 

Koshic turned and headed out the sickbay doors and off to Science Lab 3.

 

>End Log<