[USS Charon, Deck Three, Lt Sakarra's Quarters]
So nice and warm. Why had she drifted up into awareness, anyways? It would be much more comfortable to just sink back into the velvety darkness.
Something important, right? A ship. But where was the steady hum of the warp core? Maybe she was confused.
No, not confused.
Charon. Damaged. Wake UP, Damn it!
Something important, right? A ship. But where was the steady hum of the warp core? Maybe she was confused.
No, not confused.
Charon. Damaged. Wake UP, Damn it!
Sakarra struggled to draw a deep breath, too concerned with finding her way out of the paralyzing weight that still pulled on her to notice how much easier she was breathing, and that there was no more pain. She could have done with some pain right now, anything that would help her focus…
Brent.
Mr Warren, she corrected herself, even as her senses picked up his presence, vaguely and swimming in and out of focus, but he was there. Still there.
The young woman fought to move her hand, open her eyes, anything that would tell him she needed him to do something.
Must fight. Must wake up.
DAMN.
"Now would be a good time, please." the young Vulcan finally managed to whisper, and she could only hope he had heard. Because if not, this would end in … complications.
Brent.
Mr Warren, she corrected herself, even as her senses picked up his presence, vaguely and swimming in and out of focus, but he was there. Still there.
The young woman fought to move her hand, open her eyes, anything that would tell him she needed him to do something.
Must fight. Must wake up.
DAMN.
"Now would be a good time, please." the young Vulcan finally managed to whisper, and she could only hope he had heard. Because if not, this would end in … complications.
Brent's PADD beeped at him almost a half a second after Sakarra had spoken up. Brent blinked looking back at her. It was almost a little spooky the way that she had known immediately when five hours was up.
Brent sat his PADD down and moved up and began to shake Sakarra. "Hey Lieutenant. Wake up. Come on. Wake up on me now," he said and began to shake her harder, so that her head and upper body shook on her bed.
Brent sat his PADD down and moved up and began to shake Sakarra. "Hey Lieutenant. Wake up. Come on. Wake up on me now," he said and began to shake her harder, so that her head and upper body shook on her bed.
What a funny sensation. It felt a bit like the time she had flown the D'Vahl through that nebula, but she wasn't flying right now, was she?
There was something important she had to do, that much she knew, but it was all slipping away. Was there someone talking? Right, she knew that voice, and he sounded rather urgent.
Focus, Sakarra.
She tried to say something, tell that other to speak louder, but she could not push through the cocoon of heavy darkness. Very slowly, panic began to rise in her.
Out. She needed to get out. But where to? Someone's voice was there, and someone's touch, but it was too faint.
HELP me.
There was something important she had to do, that much she knew, but it was all slipping away. Was there someone talking? Right, she knew that voice, and he sounded rather urgent.
Focus, Sakarra.
She tried to say something, tell that other to speak louder, but she could not push through the cocoon of heavy darkness. Very slowly, panic began to rise in her.
Out. She needed to get out. But where to? Someone's voice was there, and someone's touch, but it was too faint.
HELP me.
Brent shook her some more. It wasn't working. Dammit. He didn't want to hit her. He had worked his entire life to let fly with all of his strength when he hit someone. Better that they don't get back up again his DI told him in basic.
He gritted his teeth for a moment before slapping the Vulcan full across the face. He held back as much as he could but he knew it had to hurt. A lot. When she didn't wake up he did it again, on her other cheek.
"Sakarra wake up! Now! I'm going to go get water here in a second if you don't snap out of it pronto!" He shook her some more before slapping her yet a third time before he yelled across the room to the replicator on the wall. "Computer! Large glass of water 1 degree."
He gritted his teeth for a moment before slapping the Vulcan full across the face. He held back as much as he could but he knew it had to hurt. A lot. When she didn't wake up he did it again, on her other cheek.
"Sakarra wake up! Now! I'm going to go get water here in a second if you don't snap out of it pronto!" He shook her some more before slapping her yet a third time before he yelled across the room to the replicator on the wall. "Computer! Large glass of water 1 degree."
A stinging sensation flared through the fog in Sakarra's mind, and she sucked in another breath. Ah, yes. Hello. Where…
Another brief instant of pain nearly jolted her back into focus, but her limbs were still feeling as if someone had attached a full grown Sehlat to them.
The third slap however registered fully and she let out a gasp of surprise before her eyes flew open and she heard Brent call to the replicator.
Oh no, you won't.
The young Vulcan's hands flew up and she held on to the marine's arms, seeing as it was the first thing she could get a hold of. His hands on her shoulders felt wonderfully cool, just as they should, although there would likely be just a tiny bit of bruising from where he had been shaking her, fairly hard from what she could tell.
Another brief instant of pain nearly jolted her back into focus, but her limbs were still feeling as if someone had attached a full grown Sehlat to them.
The third slap however registered fully and she let out a gasp of surprise before her eyes flew open and she heard Brent call to the replicator.
Oh no, you won't.
The young Vulcan's hands flew up and she held on to the marine's arms, seeing as it was the first thing she could get a hold of. His hands on her shoulders felt wonderfully cool, just as they should, although there would likely be just a tiny bit of bruising from where he had been shaking her, fairly hard from what she could tell.
Still not fully capable of reasserting either her mental shields or emotional equanimity for that matter, she felt his sincere concern flood her mind.
As slowly as Nevasa rising over the Llangon mountains, but just as bright, a smile appeared on Sakarra's face.
"I should think this will suffice, Mr Warren." there was definitely humor in that normally so level voice, and more than just a little warmth.
"Not that I would object to some water, mind you. I am terribly thirsty."
As slowly as Nevasa rising over the Llangon mountains, but just as bright, a smile appeared on Sakarra's face.
"I should think this will suffice, Mr Warren." there was definitely humor in that normally so level voice, and more than just a little warmth.
"Not that I would object to some water, mind you. I am terribly thirsty."
Brent felt the hands on his shoulder as he looked down and breathed a sigh of relief. "Welcome back," he said and let go of her shoulders. "Alright alright I promise I won't toss the water on you," he said with a chuckle. She had a pretty smile, and she seemed... Happy? It was unusual to see a Vulcan smile, but Brent liked it none the less. When she let go of his shoulder he went and retrieved the water before returning and handing it to Sakarra. "Good thing you snapped out of it then. If the water hadn't have worked I would have had to resort to the princess method," he teased her.
"Princess method?" a small smile still lingering on her lips, Sakarra gratefully inhaled the fresh scent of the water before taking a first, cautious sip. She would have liked to down the whole glass in one go, but that would have been just slightly unwise.
Breathing freely and without pain, she took stock of her condition. Still several areas that would require time to heal properly, but for the moment, this would do.
"I do not believe I am familiar with this method."
Still wrapped in nothing more than the sickbay sheet and her much more agreeable own silks, she realized how odd and indeed funny this situation was. Grandmother Lhorexa of course would have found no humor whatsoever in the fact that there was a male in Sakarra's bedroom who did not have the good sense to use this to his tactical advantage.
On the other hand, the young Vulcan found herself very much at ease and even inclined to have a decidedly friendly disposition towards him simply because of that fact.
Breathing freely and without pain, she took stock of her condition. Still several areas that would require time to heal properly, but for the moment, this would do.
"I do not believe I am familiar with this method."
Still wrapped in nothing more than the sickbay sheet and her much more agreeable own silks, she realized how odd and indeed funny this situation was. Grandmother Lhorexa of course would have found no humor whatsoever in the fact that there was a male in Sakarra's bedroom who did not have the good sense to use this to his tactical advantage.
On the other hand, the young Vulcan found herself very much at ease and even inclined to have a decidedly friendly disposition towards him simply because of that fact.
Brent smirked. "Yeah the way that the princess is awakened in most Earth fairy tales is with a kiss," he wasn't sure if this was going to creep her out... But he figured it would be better to tell her that than what he would probably have done to wake her up if the slapping and water did not work. Which was break her little fingers until the pain forced her awake.
Brent knelt down next to the Vulcan for a moment and nodded. "Do you need anything else now? Or are you alright?" he asked. "If you're doing alright I could leave if you want so you can you know, get dressed with a bit of privacy."
"A kiss?" Sakarra favored the marine with an eloquently raised brow. "Certainly an unorthodox approach. Perhaps the Vulcan Science Academy should research those tales to determine the probability of success."
She briefly rubbed her shoulder, flexing muscles that had been much too cold for an extended period of time, and breathed a small sigh of outright pleasure when she felt her body respond almost the way it should.
She briefly rubbed her shoulder, flexing muscles that had been much too cold for an extended period of time, and breathed a small sigh of outright pleasure when she felt her body respond almost the way it should.
The two things she still needed to address however were her sensory perception and more importantly, mental control. The latter was really a bit of a bother right now, what with this jumble of emotions fighting to come to the surface. No time for that, it would have to wait.
She studied the young human's face, fairly close and well within what a Vulcan would consider personal space, but still at a polite enough distance from his species' point of view. Well, if one graciously overlooked the fact that he was positioned next to the bed of a by all accounts insufficiently clothed woman who was still partially covered in dried, green blood.
She studied the young human's face, fairly close and well within what a Vulcan would consider personal space, but still at a polite enough distance from his species' point of view. Well, if one graciously overlooked the fact that he was positioned next to the bed of a by all accounts insufficiently clothed woman who was still partially covered in dried, green blood.
"But yes, I am in fact doing alright, as far as possible under the circumstances." the young Vulcan said mildly, pushing away several unbidden memories that would have immediately turned her status into 'very much NOT alright'. Instead, she focused on the memory of the marine and their escape from sickbay, even though that also served to make the tips of her ears flush just a tiny shade darker than usual.
Better mildly embarrassed than …
Better mildly embarrassed than …
"Mr Warren," she pulled herself up into the most dignified position she could muster with only some sheets and inclined her head in the Vulcan way of expressing deep gratitude "I thank you for your assistance."
Letting her black eyes linger on his face just one more moment, she decided it would not do to keep him from his own duties any longer.
"However, it would indeed be appropriate for me to return to duty as soon as possible, and therefore get dressed with all due expediency."
Letting her black eyes linger on his face just one more moment, she decided it would not do to keep him from his own duties any longer.
"However, it would indeed be appropriate for me to return to duty as soon as possible, and therefore get dressed with all due expediency."
"Then I should be a gentleman Lieutenant. I will bid you good day so that you may get dressed in a more private setting. If you need anything feel free to get a hold of me. I'll probably be in the Marine barracks until this whole matter settles down," he said and stood up bowing his head slightly to Sakarra. "Its good to see that you are better now ma'am," he said and began to leave the room.
Sakarra blinked a bit at the ma'am but merely nodded in acknowledgement one more time. "I shall remember, Mr Warren."
As he made his way towards the door, politely refraining from looking over the Vulcan's quarters as she observed with both mild bemusement and gratitude, she gracefully got to her feet, allowing the silks to slide off her body but lightly holding on to the sickbay sheet just a moment longer.
The first thing she desperately needed was a shower, although she doubted even that would help to stop her from smelling the sharp scent of copper-based blood for the foreseeable future.
But warm water had it's own healing properties. No, make that hot water.
Slowly walking towards the doors leading towards the bath, Sakarra turned her back to the marine's retreating footsteps and barely even noticed the green-stained sheet had slid off her shoulders again. Ah, to hell with it.
The very second the young woman moved through the doors and towards the shower, the sheet rustled to the floor.
As he made his way towards the door, politely refraining from looking over the Vulcan's quarters as she observed with both mild bemusement and gratitude, she gracefully got to her feet, allowing the silks to slide off her body but lightly holding on to the sickbay sheet just a moment longer.
The first thing she desperately needed was a shower, although she doubted even that would help to stop her from smelling the sharp scent of copper-based blood for the foreseeable future.
But warm water had it's own healing properties. No, make that hot water.
Slowly walking towards the doors leading towards the bath, Sakarra turned her back to the marine's retreating footsteps and barely even noticed the green-stained sheet had slid off her shoulders again. Ah, to hell with it.
The very second the young woman moved through the doors and towards the shower, the sheet rustled to the floor.
[End Log]
Lieutenant Sakarra Tyrax
Chief Helm Officer
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Brevet First Lieutenant Brent Warren
Marine Company Commander
Chief Helm Officer
&
Brevet First Lieutenant Brent Warren
Marine Company Commander
USS-Charon
