Trill Retrieval Service
Episode 4 - Truth, Justice, and the Federation Way
Location: USS Arcadia
Timeline: MD 3 (March 5, 2393)
::Escape Pod C-42::
Nealas had calmed down a bit since fixing her arm, there was no longer an urge to sing or turn the pod around to scour through what remained for the Kyushu. She said patiently in the middle seat of the pod, biding her time for the USS Arcadia to make good on its promise to retrieve them from these pods. She realised that her pod was pretty low on the priority list. She was all alone and not in critical condition. Just waiting for her number to be up.
She couldn't quite tell how long it had been before the auto-pilot for the pod kicked in and started her on a course for the Arcadia. She got up from the seat and used her hands to straighten her hair a bit, trying to be at least slightly presentable.
Petty Officer Third Class Nuror Leki watched as escape pod C-42 entered cargo bay 3 of the enormous Elysium class ship and parked itself next to a dozen other escape pods from the doomed Kyushu. As the hatch opened, he found the pod's single occupant inside, a Trill lieutenant in teal. Her uniform was tattered with burn marks and splattered stains of blood.
"Do you require immediate medical attention, Ma'am?" asked the Bajoran nurse.
Nealas stepped out of the pod and took a moment to get used to the light and temperature levels of the vessel she just boarded.
"No, I've been able to address my own injuries with the emergency medkit." She looked around the bay and saw some familiar faces around. Quite a few of them looked worse for wear.
"Which reminds me, the emergency medkit needs to be resupplied. Oh. Before I forget, I threw up in the medkit drawer." She added absentmindedly, looking over the people around her, seeing if she could see any familiar faces. A silent hope that Harold might have made his way to a different pod.
"But that's standard procedure of course. The restocking part, not the barfing part." She smiled meekly and sighed, not having spotted her Chief among the crowd.
"I'm the Assistant Chief Medical from the Kyushu, do you need any assistance processing the injured?" She seemed to snap back from her daydreaming.
Nuror smiled. "Don't worry about the medkit, Ma'am. We have seen worse." Pointing to the mobile biobeds that had been set up on the other side of the cargo bay, he added, "But you will still have to have a check up first, Lieutenant. Protocols I'm afraid. Then you can ask Dr. T'Lor about helping out. She's the acting CMO at the moment."
"Acting?" Nealas didn't really like the sound of that. It was a painful reminder of the situation she was in herself.
Nuror's smile faded. "Dr. Foster was injured in an earlier incident and is still undergoing surgeries." Looking to his right he noticed that the last escape pod from the Kyushu had just landed. "Sorry, Ma'am. Duty calls." With that he left the Trill and headed for the new arrivals.
"Thank you, Petty Officer" Nealas gave a friendly nod over to the man that had welcomed her aboard and saw him walk over to the last arriving escape pod. Hesitantly she made her way over to the bio beds set up in the corner of the hanger. She looked around the bay being baffled by the sheer size of it. And this was a starship. She wondered what the main sickbay looked like.
Her silent ruminations brought her to the waiting medical staff of the Arcadia.
"Lieutenant Nealas Galin Yvex, Assistant Chief Medical Officer, USS Kyushu, service number JK Five-Twelve Two-Eightteen." She just stood there for a moment and looked at the person assigned to triage who took out her medical tri-corder.
Chief Petty Officer Shola Calhoun was visibly unimpressed as she flipped open her tricorder and began her scan. "I don't care if your are the Grand Nagus of the Ferengi Alliance, Ms. Yvex. Just stand still. Hmm . . . what did you say your problems are?"
"There was an sub-chondral lesion in my elbow joint, from when I landed on my olecranon. I administered two cc's of terakine and was able to repair the lesion with the osteo-regenerator." She stole a glance at the readings on the tri-corder and realised why the nurse looked slightly confused.
"I carry a symbiont inside of me, which has given you some odd readings since you didn't adjust for it when you checked my vitals." She always hated it when a medical doctor came to her sickbay for medical aide, doctors were the worst patients. She realised now that she was just a terrible a patient for this nurse.
Chief Calhoun didn't say a word as she adjusted her tricorder settings. The human didn't have to. Her one raised eyebrow said it all. "You look fine. Next."
"I'm sorry. It's been a terrible day. Could you please point me in the direction of your acting Chief Medical Officer?" Nealas was genuinely embarrassed by that interaction and stammered a bit in her apology.
Calhoun gestured at the Vulcan standing a few feet to her left. "Next." she called out impatiently to the person behind Nealas.
"Thank you. And again, I'm sorry. You were very professional, you did a good job. Just upload that to my medical file and I'll sign off on it myself."
Nealas offered a meek smile to the Vulcan lieutenant that was pointed out to her by the nurse.
"Doctor T'Lor, my name is Nealas Galin Yvex, Assistant Chief Medical Officer of the USS Kyushu, I've been cleared for duty. You look like you could use some help." Nealas always admired Vulcan medical officers, their methods of diagnosis were impeccable. The foundation of logic and deduction in their culture made sure of that.
T'Lor looked up from the PADD in her hand. "Welcome to the Arcadia, Dr. Yvex." she greeted the other woman in an even tone characteristic of her people. "Your offer of assistance is appreciated, but not required. Rest assured, Doctor, that my staff and I are well prepared to treat your crewmates." A pause. "Where is Dr. Floyd?"
"Oh. No. It wasn't meant as a ..." Nealas wanted to respond but was slightly blindsided by the mention of her Chief's name.
"Did he not yet report in?" Her heart sank. Deep down she knew that he hadn't been able to get away from that explosion in the sickbay by any stretch of the imagination, but to hear it confirmed hurt.
"If. If he didn't then I'm afraid he didn't make it." She tried to swallow the lump in her throat.
There was a delay and then a slight twitch of her eyebrow before T'Lor answered. "That is a logical conclusion."
"Yeah. Well." Nealas squeezed the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger.
"Did you know Harold?"
The Vulcan nodded. "Dr. Floyd and I served together on the Discovery for many years before he was transferred to the Kyushu and I to the Bunker Hill. He was a good . . . physician."
"I, ehm. I've been his assistant for the past four years." Nealas still seemed a bit distraught by the realisation sinking in. She already knew it of course but she was still in the denial stage up until now.
There was a momentary silence between the two women as T'Lor signed off on a PADD a nurse had just handed her. When she looked back up, Yvex was still there. T'Lor wondered if there was anything the Trill required of her, but then realized that the other woman most likely expected the conversation to continue. It was not the Vulcan way to indulge in mourning, but Yvex was not Vulcan.
"Dr. Floyd spoke highly of you in our last subspace communication five days ago, Lieutenant, just as he did in our previous conversations." said T'Lor, wondering if that was sufficient consolation for the other woman.
"Thanks." Nealas felt the discomfort between them, she looked around a bit trying to avoid the awkward eye contact.
"Well, if you need my help at some point." She let it hang for a moment. The awkward silence didn't disappear.
"Let me know. I specialised in Trauma surgery but have experience outside of that as well. As long as Starfleet doesn't reassign me, feel free to assign me whatever task in the Medical Bay you feel appropriate."
T'Lor raised a curious eyebrow at Nealas's offer. She did not need her help treating the Kyushu survivors, but treating the Kyushu survivors was not the only thing on her plate. In fact, it was not even the most urgent.
"How much experience do you have with immuno-virology, Dr. Yvex?"
"Well. That's a bit complicated." Nealas smirked a bit, scratching behind her ear.
"Yvex is very experienced in that field, Dirin was top of the class before he passed away." She pointed at the row of spots trailing from the side of her face downward, as if the doctor hadn't noticed she was talking to a Trill.
"I've focused much more on trauma so I might be a bit rusty. It should be easy enough, though to freshen up those memories, it hasn't been long." It would be good to take her mind off things, for sure.
T'Lor pondered the situation for a brief moment, and then she checked the manifest of the Kyushu survivors on her PADD.
"Dr. Yvex, there might indeed be something that you can help me with, but I must speak with Commander Elbrun first. At the meantime, you have been assigned to temporary quarters G-41 on deck 23. Please take the opportunity to refresh yourself. I'll contact you shortly."
"Thank you." Nealas gave a small, polite, bow before stepping away from the Vulcan medical officer. She would definitely check out her quarters, she could really use some refreshing.
Dr. Nealas Galin Yvex, M.D.
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
Dr. T'Lor, M.D.
Acting Chief Medical Officer
(NPC - Roger)