<<OOC: Takes place shortly before the Vulcan's Great Escape with the help of a sympathetic Marine >>
[USS Charon, Sickbay]
The young Vulcan knew she should experience at least some distaste over having essentially caused the deaths of those pilots, even if it had been logical and necessary to do so to ensure the survival of her crewmates. And eventually, she would. But at the moment, Sakarra would have liked nothing better than to send every last one of the warbirds chasing them like Le-Matyas a wounded Valit right after those fighters, starting with the one who had released that weapon on the defenseless planet.
"Secondly," the young woman had to suppress a painful cough and the nurse who had been hovering in the vicinity seemed about ready to intervene now, but another sharp look and a furrowed brow succeeded once more to keep her at bay "Even if the sensor logs of the Fortis prove irretrievable, I will be able to provide you with fairly detailed maps of the areas we have surveyed, in addition to a protocol which will enhance impulse engine efficiency within the nebula. It may require some unconventional methods to be applied to a ship Charon's size, however I am confident the Chief Engineer will find it an easily surmountable challenge."
Before Sakarra could continue, black and green spots began to dance before her eyes and she nearly fell right into her Captain, but her nails dug into the biobed and with fiercely thundering heart she steadied herself one more time. "You are injured." Sakarra murmured softly, realizing that the fresh scent of blood in the vicinity for once was not her own.
Am I so transparent? Shiarrael wondered as she studied the unusually expression filled visage of her second officer, her normal neutrality of logic having apparently faded due to exhaustion and injury. "It is a simple burn- sustained when rescuing a trapped crewmember." 'How many more are trapped?' Frustration tugged at her but she understood the need to keep such useless emotions at bay. Instead she let anger rule the day. Anger would motivate her as it always had. Her teeth gnashed as she considered the Vulcan's advice. "They will be aggressive- arrogant" for they are almost always arrogant- "it will be true irony if they fall to their blindness."
"Captain, nurse Feingold said you needed to be treated?" A young doctor wearing a white lab coat over his teal collared uniform stood in front of her holding a medical kit.
"Yes." Shiarrael said and took a seat on the edge of Sakarra's biobed. Pulling her hands up she un-balled her fists and faced the burned palms towards the doctor. Several blisters covered her palms; water and blood ooze from open raptures. The doctor frowned and propped the medical kit against the base of bed. Pulling out a dermal regenerator he passed it over her palms slowly "sorry Captain, this will take a few minutes."
"Take your time." She looked at Sakarra as the doctor worked "however- I do not plan to destroy all of them. We have too little information about what has transpired. I now want to know who they are and what they are doing. This disturbs me greatly and I must know more."
"Ken-tor, s'thora." the young woman murmured, briefly lapsing into her native tongue while she tried to summon whatever mental control she had left to keep her body's instinctive needs from overruling the immediate concerns.
At last, sheer Vulcan stubbornness won out again where even force of will was slowly faltering, and Sakarra's clear, sharp gaze rested on the CO's hands for a moment before she met the other woman's eyes again.
She decided to let the 'just a simple burn' comment slide, seeing as she was hardly in any position to argue when it came to ignoring one's injuries.
At last, sheer Vulcan stubbornness won out again where even force of will was slowly faltering, and Sakarra's clear, sharp gaze rested on the CO's hands for a moment before she met the other woman's eyes again.
She decided to let the 'just a simple burn' comment slide, seeing as she was hardly in any position to argue when it came to ignoring one's injuries.
"You plan to capture one of the ships." it was not a question, rather an acknowledgement. "They will self-destruct rather than allow this to happen, unless their previous behavior indicates that these Rihannsu are … different in more that one way. In either case, we should be prepared for this eventuality."
A few of the medical personnel cast very strange glances at the two women seated on the same biobed, seeing as one was the CO being treated for gruesome looking injuries and the other was a Vulcan everyone had pretty much given up for dead not too long ago.
A few of the medical personnel cast very strange glances at the two women seated on the same biobed, seeing as one was the CO being treated for gruesome looking injuries and the other was a Vulcan everyone had pretty much given up for dead not too long ago.
"As for the aggression and … unwillingness to observe caution, I agree. The fighters pursuing us exhibited both in abundance, however the warbird will by now have noticed their failure to return and might decide to … rethink their approach."
Then again, they might not.
Careful to keep even the smallest timbre of her own anger out of her voice and failing miserably by Vulcan standards, Sakarra decided to present her request to the CO now rather than later. It was logical, after all.
"Captain, I will serve wherever you decide you need me. However, I respectfully request that if you plan to send boarding parties to one of the ships, that you will allow me to join them."
Then again, they might not.
Careful to keep even the smallest timbre of her own anger out of her voice and failing miserably by Vulcan standards, Sakarra decided to present her request to the CO now rather than later. It was logical, after all.
"Captain, I will serve wherever you decide you need me. However, I respectfully request that if you plan to send boarding parties to one of the ships, that you will allow me to join them."
"So you can slow us down?" Shiarrael's eyes narrowed and her expression hardened "I thought Vulcans were logical creatures. What use is a cripple Lieutenant?"
The doctor treating her hands looked up but he quickly returned his gaze properly after a glare from the Captain. Her tone was sharp- "you are right, they would try to destroy themselves if they expected such a strategy- let alone that such a thing could succeed. Arrogant, ignorant, and fools every one of them. They will not expect it and they will not be ready. We will need to be swift and deadly."
The doctor treating her hands looked up but he quickly returned his gaze properly after a glare from the Captain. Her tone was sharp- "you are right, they would try to destroy themselves if they expected such a strategy- let alone that such a thing could succeed. Arrogant, ignorant, and fools every one of them. They will not expect it and they will not be ready. We will need to be swift and deadly."
"Indeed we are, Captain." Sakarra's expression remained perfectly neutral, although an astute observer might have seen the strange, silent flame appear in her level gaze again.
"And you may be certain that by the time I estimate we will be ready and able to undertake such an attempt, I will neither be a cripple nor will I slow anyone down."
In fact, you might find quite a few people will have difficulties keeping up - but she refrained from adding that.
"Swift and deadly, you say. Can you give me a logical reason why you should leave behind a graduate of the Institute of Defensive Arts, then? Or a person who might be able to retrieve the information you seek from the ship's memory core?"
She was treading dangerous ground with the latter offer, but she'd be damned if she'd let some stupid protocols stop her from helping her ship. And her Captain.
"And you may be certain that by the time I estimate we will be ready and able to undertake such an attempt, I will neither be a cripple nor will I slow anyone down."
In fact, you might find quite a few people will have difficulties keeping up - but she refrained from adding that.
"Swift and deadly, you say. Can you give me a logical reason why you should leave behind a graduate of the Institute of Defensive Arts, then? Or a person who might be able to retrieve the information you seek from the ship's memory core?"
She was treading dangerous ground with the latter offer, but she'd be damned if she'd let some stupid protocols stop her from helping her ship. And her Captain.
"I admire your determination Lieutenant but you will be of no use to me dead." The doctor finished his treatment and stood back dipping his head "I'm done Captain." He said and departed the pair.
Shiarrael looked down at her hands, rubbed them together, while the pain had subsided a strange prickling sensation remained. She looked at Sakarra, sympathy in her eyes "if you heal I will consider it- but not this moment. And do not argue with me Lieutenant, it will be a fruitless endeavor." Standing up Shiarrael placed a hand on the young woman's shoulder "your task now is to heal." And without allowing Sakarra to say anything more she made her way towards the corridor.
Shiarrael looked down at her hands, rubbed them together, while the pain had subsided a strange prickling sensation remained. She looked at Sakarra, sympathy in her eyes "if you heal I will consider it- but not this moment. And do not argue with me Lieutenant, it will be a fruitless endeavor." Standing up Shiarrael placed a hand on the young woman's shoulder "your task now is to heal." And without allowing Sakarra to say anything more she made her way towards the corridor.
"Zhu-tor nash-veh." the young woman murmured as her Captain swiftly strode through the doors, and inclined her head ever so slightly.
"Hi r'hi-tor k'hat yonta'esh."
Sakarra could not debate the logic that in her current condition, she was of no use to anyone. Which naturally led to the conclusion that she had to remedy this matter by the most expedient means possible.
"Hi r'hi-tor k'hat yonta'esh."
Sakarra could not debate the logic that in her current condition, she was of no use to anyone. Which naturally led to the conclusion that she had to remedy this matter by the most expedient means possible.
She tried to slide off the bed, fiercely determined to not make an ungracious landing on the floor, but the nurse obviously had enough by now. Muttering terran unpleasantries, the blonde woman slid an arm around the stubborn Vulcan's shoulders and firmly guided her coughing patient to a nearby biobed that at least was not drenched in blood.
For the moment, Sakarra was not inclined to argue, seeing as even drawing breath was becoming mildly difficult. But the first chance she got she would either inform the Vulcan healer who had to be somewhere in the vicinity that she required privacy or she would have to effect an escape on her own.
For the moment, Sakarra was not inclined to argue, seeing as even drawing breath was becoming mildly difficult. But the first chance she got she would either inform the Vulcan healer who had to be somewhere in the vicinity that she required privacy or she would have to effect an escape on her own.
[End Log]
Captain Shiarrael Rehu
Commanding Officer
USS Charon
Commanding Officer
USS Charon
&
Lieutenant Sakarra Tyrax
Chief Helm Officer
USS Charon
Chief Helm Officer
USS Charon
