Star Trek Sim/ Star Trek RPG
USS Eagle, NCC 2185
Captain Kematsopoulos, CO & LCDR Laleilalii, CMO
Title: The Uniform, Part One
Location: USS Eagle
By now the man is starting to get some clues to some questions he needs answered,
but feels somehow it would be bad to ask the questions directly. He isn't
sure how he knows that either, but feels it very strongly.
He realizes that several of these questions he needs answered could be resolved
if only he had his uniform. Others could be answered with private access
to a computer. The uniform, he thinks, will probably be the easier and quicker
~But how am I going to get her to let me have my uniform?~ he wonders. ~There
is no way, being blind, from the sound of surprise in her voice on that revelation,
that she'll let me go back to duty and get access to a computer.~
The man rubs his head. He is confused and not himself. Of that much he knows
and is certain. Almost everything else isn't making any sense and the blindness
is doing nothing to help his disorientation any either. Another overwhelming
flood of conflicting images fills his mind as he tries unsuccessfully to
figure it out.
"It will be OK, Captain... ," the CMO tries to say reassuringly.
"My uniform?" he asks trying to get it again.
The CMO replies gently, "We had to remove it to operate." You're wearing
patient surgical garments . . . your uniform is fine. There was an odd substance
on your uniform. We're analyzing it right now, but I promise that it will
be returned to you clean."
"You'll regain your sight with time, don't panic," she says trying to reassure
him. As much as she tried not to pry into peoples' minds and found such unwanted
intrusions repugnant and unethical, she is getting, without trying, glimpses
of his flashes of images and confused feelings. It is very disturbing
to her even at what must be a diluted strength of what the Captain is feeling.
She could only imagine how awful it must be to someone who had just gone
"I am not panicking. I would like to change clothes. I am not comfortable
like this," he says a bit annoyed. The total truth was he wasn't comfortable
at all wherever and whenever it is he was. In the pit of his stomach,
a tiny feeling that something is out of place - no seriously wrong - beyond
any injuries he might have, begins to swell and grow within his being.
"You can't right now. Your uniform needs to be cleaned. It's undamaged,
but covered with slime. Trust me, you DON'T want to put it on right now,
" she explains.
~ Great, now how I am going to figure this out?~ the man thinks.
"Would you like me to get you some suitable alternative clothing, sir?" she
asks trying to help him. ~I know no one ever likes the patient clothing,
but why is he so concerned about his uniform?~ she wonders.
"Yes, please, a fresh uniform," he replies very relieved. ~Some answers are
coming finally,~ he hopes.
"Please fetch the Captain a clean uniform," the doctor asks someone. The
man had no idea who else is there, but he could hear and feel them leave
The doctor returns to running more scans on the Captain. The Moebian frowns
and examines the scan more closely. "Did I miss something...?" she mutters.
Dr. Laleilalii frowns at the scan and punches a few more buttons. ~How could
I have missed that...? I should have caught it...~ she thinks, upset and
confused by this. She knew there was no way she should have missed things
"How long do you think until I can go back to my quarters?" the man asks,
not comfortable with all the silence. He could tell that the doctor is worried
about something. He hoped it wasn't what he was worried about. He also needs
to get an idea how long it would be before he could get more questions answered.
"Unfortunately, it will be a while. I need to run a few more scans. Please
be patient, sir. Are you, by chance, dizzy?" she asks.
"Yes, how did you know?" he asks.
"There's some nerve damage and inner ear disturbances - nothing permanent,
but unusual," she says and continues scanning.
"We can correct these problems, but I don't want to do surgery again so soon.
At least your surgery is healing very well." She thinks, ~ Very surprisingly
well. Beyond expectations. How odd.~
"How long ago was the accident?" the man asks.
"About a week, sir," she informs.
"A week??" he says in surprise. Although he is trying to control his emotions
and be neutral he is clearly thrown off by this.
"Yes, you were unconscious for quite a while, I'm still trying to figure
out why. What do you remember about the accident?" she asks. She notices
he is having a lot of trouble with that.
The AMO sent on the uniform mission quietly returns and sets the clean uniform
on the table near the bed.
The man feels someone enter the room and leave. He had no idea who, but it
was the least of the disturbing puzzles before him.
"I remember going to bed and waking up here," he replies being careful to
repeat the same thing he said earlier. Unfortunately, it isn't what he said
"That's all?" she asks and frowns. "Are you sure you remember going to bed?
Specifically?" she asks, puzzled herself. She knew from the reports that
on the day of the accident, the Captain had finished a long shift but went
down to the cargo bay to check on a few things. He never made it to bed that
night. At a minimum he may have lost the memories of most of the day, not
just the minutes up to the accident. Temporary loss or even permanent loss
of the last few minutes were not bad considering the damage he had but beyond
that it was troubling.
The man tries to glean some hint from the sound of her voice as what to say.
Apparently his reply is not what she expected to hear, just as his blindness
was unexpected to her also. ~What really happened?~ he wonders.
"Yes," he replies anyway trying to sound sure. Telling her the truth of what
little he remembered didn't seem like a good idea. He surmised that she'd
certainly never let him get to his quarters if he did. The man needed to
get there desperately. He is certain there be a computer there . . . that
should answer most of the rest of his questions - the ones he knew somehow
deep inside it would be very wrong to ask a person.
"Who came in just a second ago?" he asks hoping to change the subject.
"The assistant medical officer," the CMO replies.
"What happened this last week?" he asks, hoping that this would be another
way to get some information he needs without asking directly. It is also
away to keep the subject changed.
The four foot tall Moeban doctor picks up the uniform and hands it to the
CO. "Here's a fresh uniform," she says taking his hands gently and putting
the uniform in them.
The man smiles and replies, "Thank you." He is very relieved. He'd be able
to get some answers now, besides get out of the pajamas.
"Where may I change?" he asks as he feels the uniform. His hands quickly
search over the garments. Noting the pins, he pauses to feel the insignia
and looks thoughtful. "Everything here? " he asks.
"Yes," she replies, thinking how hard it must be to be blind.
~Well, there's two answers at least~ he thinks. ~I can exam them in further
detail with less suspicion when I change.~
The CMO places her hand on the CO's shoulder and starts to guide him toward
the bathroom. As he follows her, he carefully confirms his guess from before
that made no sense to him. The doctor was four feet high and very tiny. Perhaps
as big as a child...
The man changes quickly but takes extra time to feel the other markings on
the uniform in more detail. He has a shirt with ribbing on the sleeved and
collar. He carefully checks a few times to make sure there are no markings
on them. The pants are equally devoid of detail as are the boots and other
items. The jacket, however, has a lot of detailing that he had just briefly
seen with his fingers moments ago. He takes advantage of the privacy to get
a better "look". Nothing again is on the collar. There are some sort of fasteners,
one on the front of the shoulder strap with no ornamentation and the other
on the back of the strap that is more detailed. There are pins on the
shoulder strap and one of the sleeves. He isn't sure how he knows this
but not other things, but the pins are definitely a captain rank to him.
He thinks it odd how he seems to remember so many technical details like
that and engineering things, but not some very obvious things.
The man sighs. Part of him is relieved.
He says to himself, "Definitely Captain then. I heard right. That's one question
out of the way."
"Now for the rest," he pats himself to make sure the uniform is in order
and opens the bathroom door, ready to embark on this next adventure.
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