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Posted on Sun Sep 20th, 2020 @ 7:04am by Lieutenant JG T'Kek [Naxea] & Lieutenant JG Miraj Derani

Mission: SEASON 4: Episode 1: Know Thy Self!
Location: Main Sickbay
Timeline: MD9 13h20
1403 words - 2.8 OF Standard Post Measure

Ensign T'Kek stood by a biobed as he awaited incoming crew from the Away Team to be transported to the medical facility. This is what he loved about Starfleet. In one minute he could be passing the time by going over 3-D Chess strategies in his head to responding to a medical emergency in the next.


Miraj had walked in from the bridge after her tumultous arrival, helped along by a WPO in operations yellow, her period clothes were dirty and torn, much like the rest of her, and she still had heavy iron shackles around her wrists and ankles. The WPO helped her up onto the nearest bio bed. "Sir," he said to T'kek. "I hope you don't mind, but I'd be happier cutting those off with a medic on hand?"

Miraj only nodded emphatically. Growing up on a salvage ship, she knew exactly what sort of damage a plasma cutter accident could do.

T'Kek looked at the antiquated shackles on the woman's wrists. "A rather crude but efficient design," he remarked. "Proceed." He then looked at the woman and grinned. "How are you feeling, Miss?"

"A bit sore." Miraj said. "Other than that I'm okay." She was trembling. The engineer brought out his cutting tools, and took hold of one chain, and began cutting it at the bolt. A second or two of green sparks and it fell away from her wrist, revealing skin that had been abraded, scabbed, and abraded some more.

T'Kek took a hold of her hand gently, closely examining the abrasions before grabbing a medical tricorder off of a nearby tray. He ran the device over the woman's wrists. "There doesn't appear to be any nerve damage however there is sufficient dermal damage. I'll give you five CCs of Anetrizine for the discomfort and then heal you with a dermal regenerator," T'Kek explained as he busied himself with loading a hypospray with the required medication.

The second shackle was cut, and the heavy iron hit the ground with a clank leaving her right wrist free, It was a nasty scabby mess to match the left. The engineer got down on his knees to take off the ones around her ankles. Miraj didn't seem to notice, keeping her eyes on T'kek's fingers and his tricorder. "That sounds good. Huzzah for modern medicine."

The comment caused T'Kek to grin. "Indeed," he responded as he pressed the hypospray to the woman's neck. "So how did you manage to get yourself in this predicament?"

As the pain killers rushed into her system, Miraj sighed. "Wrong place, wrong time. I ran into some locals who worked for the bad guy, and didn't run fast enough. Stupid skirts."

"I am sorry this happened but am grateful that you survived and were rescued," he replied as he grabbed the dermal regenerator and activating the device. "Hold your wrist out, please."

Miraj extended her arm, wrist up. It looked a lot worse that it was. "Can I get my face back too?"

"I am sorry, but you're stuck that way," he teased with a slight show of a grin as he began to run the dermal regenerator over the abrasions on her wrists.

Miraj's eyes went wide, and her jaw dropped a little before she realized he was teasing. "I feel all wrong like this." She rubbed her forehead with her free hand, feeling the plate that covered her trident mark and left her with a smooth forehead."

"Do not worry," he replied as the dermal regenerator finished it's job on one wrist and he moved to the other wrist. "It won't take much longer. He then caught the attention of a nearby nurse. "Nurse Bola," he called to the bolian woman.

The woman crossed the sickbay at a brisk pace. "Yes doctor?"

"Could you give me a hand and help Miss Derani here with removing her alterations she had done while I continue to heal her abrasions?"

"Certainly," the woman smiled brightly before moving to grab a tray with several medical instruments on it.

The engineer cut the last manacle, leaving her ankles free. Her stockings had been shredded and strands had been ground into the scrapes around her ankles. He stood up with the heavy chains in his hands. "What do you want to do with these?"

Miraj looked at them. Souvenirs of her own very real adventure. "I think I'll keep them, if that doesn't sound weird? Does that sound weird to you?" She asked T'Kek.

"It is not what I would do but you are you. If you feel the need to keep them then by all means, keep them," he grinned at the woman. "To hell what anyone else thinks."

She grinned back, and then lay down fully on the biobed so he could deal with her ankles. "If nothing else it will remind me to run faster and not say the first stupid thing that comes into my head."

"Oh? What did you say?" T'Kek asked as he finished healing her wrists and moved to her ankles while Nurse Bola worked on removing her prosthetic disguise.

"They asked me what I was doing in Lady Carlyles house. I said, pruning her wardrobe. When what I was doing was venting plasma from a shuttlecraft up a chimney. So they asked me what I was burning. so I froze, and then blurted out 'Lady Carlyles wardrobe'. Her hand moved instinctively to face palm, but then realised that the nurse was in the way and she settled back. "Which was really dumb." She sighed. "If the Miranda could have got off the ground, we wouldn't have had the problem. Full vertical flight, take off to orbit. I'd been in the mesosphere before anyone could blink. No-one would have seen a thing."

The answer got a chuckle out of T'Kek as he worked on her ankle. "At least you now have a good story to tell others." He finished one ankle and moved to the next. He watched as the hue of her hair returned to it's normal shade from Nurse Bola's work.

Miraj kept her eyes closed. She couldn't feel anything, her forehead was numb as the nurse worked to remove the plates and pins and return her bone structure. Probably just as well. But her feet went numb, and when the doctor's fingers brushed the side of her foot by accident, she couldn't help but squirm and let out a squeal of giggle. "Sorry. Ticklish."

A moment later, the skin around her ankles was now healed and T'Kek set the dermal regenerator back onto the tray, taking a glance at the woman's vitals on the bio bed readout in the process. Everything looked good so far. "How are you coming along, Nurse Bola?"

"Good, doctor," she said as she finished removing the plate. "About five more minutes and she'll be back to her old self."

"Good," he said as decided to let the nurse do her work and looked down at Miraj. It was a shame she endured the brutality of primitive humans. It made him understand the need for logic that Vulcans embraced but like half human side, he embraced his emotions which conflicted with the Vulcan side.

Several minutes later, Nurse Bola let out a sigh. "All done, Doctor," she smiled at T'Kek. "Thank you, Nurse Bola. "Looks like you're all done here. How do you feel?"

Miraj sat up, a feat made slightly less greatful by having to rearrange the skirts so she didn't fall off the biobed in a heap. She took Bola's mirror and inspected herself. Her hair was properly pink again, even it was still in period appropriate curls. A brush would fix that. And she looked right again, her orbital bone properly flared, the trident, shallow as the crease was, was where it belonged.

"Thank you," she told Bola, "I feel like me again." She gave T'kek a radiant smile "Its perfect! Good as new."

Grinning, T'Kek gestured a hand to the door. "Then you are free to return to your duties. If you have any complications, please return to sickbay immediately."

Miraj nodded. "Thank you, too. I'm sure I'll be fine. But I promise I'll come back if I need too." She hopped off the biobed and slung the heavy shackles over her shoulder, and left whistling a sea shanty

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Ensign Miraj Derani
ACFCO
USS Elysium

Ensign T'Kek
Medical Officer
USS Elysium