240803.02 – Nenehito Sector
[IRW Razor Claw]
"Doctor!" The Leih (CO), erie'Riov tr'Chathan shouted curses at Aehlen as the scalpel slashed around the shrapnel imbedded in his chest "do you have nothing for pain!?"
Aehlen looked up wearing a disinterested expression as blood splashed into his face "remain still Rekkhai or I may accidentally cut something of value." Aehlen reached underneath the gurney and produced a bottle of light blue liquid. Uncorking the lid he generously poured it over the wound and then took a big swig before handing it to the Leih "now remain still."
Tr'Chathan guzzled the bottle "Aehlen are you certain you're sober enough to be doing this?"
"Likely not." The surgeon answered and shoved the scalpel deeper causing his Leih to grimace and grab onto the railings "if I die I will haunt you for eternity tr'Kethry!"
"That is fine. I enjoy conversing with the dead." Finally sliding the imbedded shrapnel free Aehlen pulled it out and then cauterized the damage blood vessels. Finished he tossed the shrapnel into a bucket next to the gurney and sutured the wound. The bucket had a small hole near the bottom and was leaking emerald liquid onto the tiled floor of the ship's medical bay. When he finished suturing Aehlen stared at the river of blood for a moment before reaching into the bucket and pulling out the shrapnel. Ripping a bit of flesh off of it he stuffed it into the hole and then dropped the shrapnel back into the bucket.
"I will never understand you Aehlen." The Leih said and fell back onto the pillow. Aehlen moved to one of the other gurneys when the ship rocked violently. So violently that the Leih's gurney broke from its tether and rolled across the med bay into other gurneys at the opposite end. Aehlen stood still and watched quietly as items fell and slid across the floor with the Leih. When the chaos ended the speakers blared.
"We have been boarded by the Jem'Hadar- for the glory of the empire show them your fury!"
Aehlen snorted "fury." He walked over to the Leih's gurney and pulled it back into place. Just when he finished securing it to the tether the doors opened and two Jem'Hadar entered. Both leveled their weapons at the surgeon "where is the bridge?" One of them demanded.
"Find it yourself. I am occupied." Aehlen turned his back to them and moved to one of the other gurneys.
A second later he heard a hissing sound and a puff of smoke lofted up the side of his leg. Looking down Aehlen noticed that half of his right leg was now missing and the pant leg smoldering. He frowned and reached onto one of the surgical trays. Turning around he waved his hand and arm at the Jem'Hadar. Before they realized what he was doing four scalpels were embedded in both their eyes. The Jem'Hadar screamed and fired blindly into the room. Several of the injured personnel were cut down by the random weapons fire. Aehlen just grumbled "how dare you waste my work." He grabbed a drill bit and headed for the Jem'Hadar.
Fifteen minutes later the surgeon was sitting in his office- two heads on his desk along with a large bottle of ale. "How dare you interrupt me and kill my patients!" He chugged the ale and used his sword to sever the few remaining tendons of his leg. When he finished he poured ale over the wound and then cauterized it. "And how dare you shoot my leg off." He chugged more of the ale "but it seems you are worse for wear. Want a drink?" He poured some the liquid into their open mouths.
240909.18 – Present
[IRW Sunheart]
Aehlen wrapped the strap of a large bag over his shoulder and slowly made his way to the airlock. As he walked the motors in his mechanical leg whined considerably causing everyone around him to cringe nervously. When he finally reached the airlock he looked at the human with a small smile "Jolan'tru I am Aehlen I'Ramnau tr'Kethry- your new surgeon."
[End]
Arrain Aehlen I'Ramnau tr'Kethry
Surgeon
USS Charon
