Let sleeping dogs lie

[ElaineDelgado 0]

Lieutenant Junior Grade Baund had been living on a desert-like planet for… how long? Months… so many months… living alone, eating plants… and the occasional herbivore, one of the less dangerous variety. He had given up ever seeing another human alive again.

 

Then, they appeared.

 

It seemed so dreamlike: hearing people’s voices again, seeing other people move. But why, why must they ask so many questions, run tests on him, why? And then they were taking him back to the ship.

 

”Here, wrap up in this blanket, the sickbay isn't too far from here,” Elaine assured him once they had beamed aboard.

 

Nodding and wrapping up, Baund told her, “This is pure heaven... I'd love to take a shower as soon as I can, Doctor.”

 

Elaine smiled at him. “We have a shower in the sickbay and then we can get you a nice, warm meal.” She smiled and began to lead him out the door, only to be met by Crispin and two security officers. “Mr. Xavier,” she said, nodding.

 

Crispin said nothing as he looked over Lt. Baund, he got close to Baund but he felt nothing. So that ended Crispin's suspicions that Baund was an Immortal. So how did he survive for so long, and why was he the only survivor of the wreck of the USS Novgorod? These questions would be answered by the Medical and Security staff, Crispin was only an Engineer, but he had been Chief of Security on the USS Dumont. And there he had to deal with situations that smacked similarities of what was happening now.

 

"Dr. Delgado, no need to worry we are just here as a precaution." Crispin and the Security officers followed Elaine and Baund to Sick Bay.

 

After arriving at Sickbay, Elaine led Mr. Baund to a small shower was, and left him to clean himself. Walking over to a replicator, she ordered some garments for Mr. Baund. Holding them in her arms she looked over at Crispin and the security officers, wondering why their presence was necessary.

 

Baund was standing in the shower, letting the water wash away the months of dirt and sweat. He heard the door click open at one point and heard the Doctor put some clothing on the table for him. He knew he had been showering for a while, but he decided to stay in for a little while longer. Getting cleaned up never felt better.

 

Elaine had replicated a rather large meal for Mr. Baund. Angel hair pasta drenched in butter and garlic sauce, topped with shrimp, lobster, and asparagus, just as Baund specified. In addition, he had several slices of bread, and apple and an orange, and a steak. “A steak as a side dish?” Elaine had asked to make certain she understood him correctly, but Mr. Baund only nodded and asked for sauce, as well. And, of course, for dessert he had a huge slice of banana cream pie.

 

Once he was finished eating, she had him lie down to sleep. Elaine glanced over at Crispin and the security officers once more, wondering how long they planned to stay.

 

Crispin recognized the look, he had seen it before many times, he made his way to Elaine. "Doctor Delgado, no need to fret, we are not going to be taking up a post in your sick bay, it's just a precaution. I still have trouble with this Mr. Baund, think about. Why is he the only survivor? Why did the Jem'Hadar leave a Federation Vessel just sitting there? Why not destroy it, or strip it for tactical information? That's what I would have done. Don't worry as soon as he is cleared from sick bay these security personnel will be gone. No if I may ask a same favor. Could you run a full psychiatric evaluation on this Mr. Baund?"

 

Elaine sighed, but complied. She was not quite sure what motivated this man’s actions. However, he would have to wait to question her until after the evaluation of her new patient was complete. For now, she would let Mr. Baund sleep.

[Cptn Corizon 0]

Your Racism disturbs me ^_^

 

Great Log!

[Brian Graham 0]

Your Racism disturbs me ^_^

Get used to it. :P

 

J/k