From morak@txdirect.net Mon Jun 29 12:11:42 1998 Date: Sat, 27 Jun 1998 18:46:55 -0600 From: JP To: INDIGO FLEET List Serve Subject: [INDIGO] USS PROMETHEUS : Family Ties are tough ---OFFICIAL INDIGO FLEET TRANSMISSION--- Date: Sat, 27 Jun 1998 19:44:21 -0500 From: JP Subject: [INDIGO] USS PROMETHEUS : Family Ties are tough FMD 8.0200 Scene Kyran's Quarters Walking back from the replicator for the third time that night, Kyran looked at the glass of Fire Tea he carried with him. It was starting to bother his stomach. Granted, it tasted good, however, even too much of a good thing was never any good for the body. His chest ached every time he inhaled a breath. He held the glass up to his nose, and, unconsciously inhaled a deep breath of the soothing aroma. And, almost as quickly, dropped the glass, holding his chest in pain. "Qu'vatlh!" He coughed out, inbetween his gasps of pain. Qatlh woke up as soon as the glass broke, and started sniffing around him. Nudging him from behind, she pushed him over to the communications console. When Kyran looked down at her, she snorted, and motioned her head towards the panel yet once again. "Alright. I'll do it!" He said. He quickly gathered a robe around his frame, and slowly walked out into the corridor. Crewmen looked at him, and his pet, as they walked down to the turbolift. Turning a corner, A'Vanya saw him hobbling down the hallway. "Kyran! What's wrong?" She said, rushing to his side. "Just a minor injury from earlier." He said, coughing a little. Luckily, no blood came forth. "You're full of it, Warrior-boy. You must have done some serious damage to yourself. Come on, We're going to get you down to sickbay." She said, as she pulled his arm around her neck in order to help him walk better. "Thank you." He said, grateful for the help, but, not pleased that he needed it in the first place. It was a sign of weakness that he didn't want to show, especially to her. Scene SickBay A'Vanya helped Kyran in, and an orderly rushed forth. Kyran felt himself being ushered towards a diagnostic bed, where he greatfully laid down. The bed started humming as he heard the machine below him start to assess his condition. "Well, what do we have here?" He heard a strange voice walking towards him. "Excuse me?" A'Vanya asked. "Pardon me. Doctor Mpondo, Chief Medical Officer. I arrived earlier this evening. What is the problem here?" He asked, looking over the readings, and grabbing a medical tricorder to get more accurate readings. "I see. You've got 2 broken ribs, one of which came close to puncturing one of your lungs. You've also bruised your sternum, and came close to rupturing your diaphragm. How long ago did this happen?" "Earlier in the day, while working with an Engineering crew on the outer hull. A plasma welder was released from it's spot, and somehow was fired. It contacted with my chest, and sent me flying off the ship." "And, you continued to work throughout the rest of the day." Mpondo said, continuing Kyran's sentence, in a smug, know-it-all tone of voice. "Yes. There were so many repairs to be completed, I couldn't afford to take the time off. Besides, I figured that with a couple glasses of Fire Tea, and some rest, it would be better in the morning." "Well, at least you had the foresight to drink the fire tea. It did help, but, these injuries are far to severe for it to do more than relieve the pain." Mpondo said, as he started probing Kyran's midsection with his hands. "Doctor, I must say, you almost have a klingon nature about you." Kyran grunted out as Mpondo hit a sore spot. "Well, I don't know if I should be offended or pleased." He said, taking a hypospray from the table besides the bed. "A little anesthetic, and I can go ahead and start mending the bones. The muscles will heal in time, but, you have to make sure you do not do anything to strain them for a little while." "Well, that would be nice, but, we are in the middle of a war here, Doc." A'Vanya said. "I understand that Lieutenant, however, I am going to file my report with the Captain regarding Commander Kyran's condition. He can override my decision if he wishes, but, he had better be ready to justify it." FMD 8.0935 Scene Captain's Ready Room Kyran walked in, after getting the order to report. He knew he had ready Mpondo's report on his condition, and, even though he felt beter, he still felt pain. "You wanted to see me, Captain?" Kyran said, trying to hide his feeling of disgust at calling Sovak that. He had tried to request a transfer off of the ship, however, the Fleet Personnel Officer had denied the transfer, due to a lack of personnel to fill his spot. <>Tim, care to continue this? I'll help out with any details on Kyran's behalf. I know it's short, but, I wanted to get something out, while I caught up on the rest of my mail from my vacation... 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