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USS Eagle, NCC 2185
LCDR Laleia-Lii, LTjg Richards, Ensign Hanson, & Yeoman
Tsundra
JOINT LOGS
Joint Logs by Myth, Hana and Nouri
Title: What's Behind Door Number Two?, Part Fourteen
Location: The USS Eagle
Setting: The Captain's Quarters
Leah raised an eyebrow. "You can't just keep him knocked out." She wasn't
concerned with killing the guy as much as she was surprised by Hanson's obvious
fear.
"I am not sure how to do that safely for him or all of us on the Eagle and
this ... um, we have to keep him out of light I think," Hanson rambled, lost
in his own thoughts and not making much sense.
"Out of the light? What is he, an anti-plant?" Confused, Leah assumed he
meant that light was harmful to the intruder.
"I think he might be related to a plant or have some, um, plant parts. It's
hard to explain. I don't want him to come to or synthesize his own energy
source or anything else I can't predict. I don't think we can handle him,"
he said trying to explain.
Leah accepted the plant story for the time being. "But if we tie him up tight
and keep him knocked out, how much trouble could he be?"
Hanson shook his head. "You don't understand what we have here," he said.
"If we kill him, we can't interrogate him or use him at all. Plus we'd probably
get in trouble - I'm in trouble enough already, thanks." She was trying very
hard to stay reasonable and not to be annoyed by how condescending he could
be.
"You can't interrogate him. He's too dangerous. Look what he did to CMO,"
he said.
"You sure it was him? There were two that beamed in, y'know," she said.
"It was him. No doubt. The engramatic patterns, synaptic resonances, proteins
... It was him. I don't want to think if there were others like him.
If so we are done for," he said, but that is what he suspected.
"Just spit it out!" she yelled.
The one thing Hanson knew for sure was he couldn't tell her, not unless things
got worse. The other was that he had seen an alien like this before, but
it was not exactly the same. He didn't want to tell her that because
she would ask for details. Details he did not want to give. "Um.. I am not
sure exactly what he is, but he's very powerful and he can do much more than
what he did to the CMO."
~What if others and if more of his kind arrived ... or already did?~, he
thought frantically.
"We can't keep him sedated, even if I was confident of how to do that, his
biology is so different from ours. It's too dangerous to let him live and
call others. Do you have any idea if his partner was of the same race?" he
asked.
Leah narrowed her eyes in suspicion. Hanson was too spooked for something
this nonspecific. ~He must know more.~
In the Captain's plant room, the Chief Medical Officer twitched. Then it
became more than that. Still feeling disconnected from reality, she eased
back into consciousness.
Leah shook her head. "I didn't see either of 'em that well." Really, all
she had seen was the reflection of light from the candle on something metallic
on the intruder she shot.
~My eyelids feel too heavy,~ The Moebian medical officer forced her eyes
open for a second and caught a glimpse of the room. She noticed she was laying
down on the deck and above and around here were plants, lots of plants and
tables.
~Plants. Don't remember plants...~ the CMO thought. She looked farther.
Things were our of place and there was faint light in the corner. Also present
were a man whose legs and boots could be made out, as well as his right arm
with captain's insignia and the plain gold band for a wedding ring on his
right hand. (Greeks from Greece wear the wedding ring in this manner.)
She had told him before that it was all right to stop wearing his wedding
ring and move on, but he didn't listen to her. He still held out hope that
his wife was alive somehow. She had tried to tell him he would not dishonor
T'Nar if he stopped wearing it, but he didn't listen to her then either.
Even in her current state she'd recognize him and that wedding ring from
just a glimpse.
Sitting up near the Captain, and covering part of him from view, was Yeoman
Tsundra. Tsundra made her feel uneasy. There was too much not right about
her ... especially her being a yeoman. She didn't like that Tsundra was so
close to the Captain, either.
The CMO remained still and tried to mask any change in her breathing pattern.
Even in this hazy state she was wary. She hoped she wasn't allergic to anything.
She did not want to give herself away until she had a better idea what was
going on. Unfortunately, the twitch turned into an itch - and the itch, a
sneeze. About halfway through the sneeze, it changed into one of her most
used Moebian explicatives.
Tsundra had fallen asleep tending to the CO, but it was a worried sleep.
She was easily jarred out of her fitful slumber. Having recognized the swear
and not opened her eyes yet, she said, "CMO?"
There was no use pretending now. The CMO sat up and wiped her nose, muttering
something about plants not having pollen underwater, then patted Tsundra
on the arm.
Tsundra opened her eyes very weakly. "Bless you. How are you?" she asked.
The CMO tried to see how well she did at standing. Not very well. She unceremoniously
fell over. "Floppy," she replied.
"One of your Moebian customs?" Tsundra asked. She was worried for her, but
trying to joke.
"No, just plain old lack of muscle control. How are you feeling?" Dr.
Laleia-Lii asked, glancing around the room for medical equipment. She still
felt uneasy. "It's OK, though, I'm a doctor," she said, giving a wry smile.
"Weak. Very weak," Yeoman Tsundra replied. She checked to make sure she was
still blocking most of the view from the CMO to CO. She was.
The CMO sat, trying to put her finger on the fragmentary memories from right
before she wound up unconscious on the floor of ... the Captain's plant room?
This made no sense to her. Very quietly, she asked, "Tsundra, do you remember
what happened before you got here?"
"Intruders. Two of them, I think," the Yeoman said.
"Do you remember what sort?" the Doctor asked, rubbing her head. "All I remember
is not being able to reach the Captain ... his door wouldn't open.." her
voice trailed off.
Tsundra smiled grimly. "You are lucky then," she said, indicating that she
was not so fortunate. "They said one attacked you."
"They?" the CMO asked.
"Yes, Ensign Hanson and LT Richards. They are in the other room, fighting
more, no doubt," Tsundra explained.
Back in the bedroom part of the Captain's Quarters, Ensign Hanson and LT
Richards were indeed fighting.
"He's an alien. A very bad one. Highly telepathic. He doesn't belong
here," Hanson said.
"No kidding," Leah snorted. The intrusion and beam in were a pretty good
indicator of that.
Hanson gave one of his characteristic enigmatic shrugs. "Well, there you
go..." he said.
"You know more than you're telling me." Leah growled, although this was sort
of the status quo when Hanson was involved.
"Yes," Hanson said.
Leah crossed her arms and glared ... not that she expected it to change Hanson's
responses. "Well, I ain't killin' anyone on your say-so without a little
more information." It went without saying that she wouldn't stand by and
let him do so either.
In the darkness, Hanson was unable to see her glare. He moved away from her.
He was going to have to do something he didn't want to do, but he didn't
see any choice in the matter.
Back in the mini nursery:
"What of the Captain?" the CMO asked, concerned for her friend.
"He was too ill to be attacked. They were looking for information," the Yeoman
paused uncomfortably.
"I see......and?" she pressed.
"Do you know where the Captain hid the spy?" Yeoman Tsundra asked, abruptly.
The CMO thought quickly. "I'm afraid not. I wasn't aware of those plans,"
she said.
Tsundra let out a big sigh of relief. "Thank God. Then they do not know,
then - or at least at that point. I did not know either, so they could not
find out from me," she said. "So that is, at least, something good."
"Well, the less people who know, the less they can give it away. Isn't
that the point?" Dr. Laleia-Lii smiled grimly, hoping her act was convincing
to Tsundra.
"Yes, perhaps too well," Tsundra replied, not showing one way or another
that she had been convinced or not.
"Now, I'm going to figure out how to operate my legs again, and see if I
can't interrupt an argument," the Doctor said. She got up again and walked
unsteadily and cautiously toward the next room. "Medkit, need to find
a medkit..."
"The Ensign has your med kit. Mine is missing. CO has one, but I don't know
if the intruders got it," Tsundra called after her.
Back in the bedroom, Hanson made his way to where he put the prisoner.
Leah followed the sound of Hanson's footsteps. "What are you doin'?" Was
he really desperate enough to kill the prisoner himself?
"Getting a bot," Hanson lied. "Be very quiet. He might wake up soon.
You should go check on the others. Give a holler if they need something."
Leah sighed. If Hanson had wanted the alien dead enough to do it himself,
he'd already had the chance when he'd first subdued him. So checking in on
the others probably couldn't hurt. "Don't kill him yet, all right?" She headed
to the plant room.
Hanson continued with his plans to kill the intruder. They were made so much
easier with LT Richards leaving. He was surprised that she didn't want to
kill the alien.
Still on her way to the bedroom, the CMO caught part of the conversation
out there. ~Kill?~ she repeated in her mind. ~What is going on?~ she wondered.
Tsundra could not hear what the CMO did. "He should have a kit in the night
stand on the right of his bed," she called.
"Thank you," the CMO said to the Yeoman, distracted. She tried to not look
as ill as she felt.
Just then, Leah wandered into the plant room, expecting to find three unconscious
bodies.
Seeing the lieutenant walk into the room, the Doctor mustered as much authority
in her voice as she could. "Please tell me where I may find a med kit."
Leah was quite surprised to find two of them so lively, and wondered how
much of the argument they had heard. "Er... Ensign Hanson has it, sir."
"May I please have it? I have at least one patient who needs treatment,
unless you know of more." She carefully studied the young woman's reaction
to her, then asked, "Where is Ensign Hanson?"
"He's in the main room," Leah said, following the CMO. "Actually, he could
use your attention when you have a chance, sir."
The CMO stepped out into the darkness of the other room. She tried not to
flinch or squint, and jacked up her senses more. She had the definite feeling
that something or things were not ... right. She felt as if something were
giving off light and warmth, yet it felt ... oddly insubstantial. She could
sense a little of it, but could not see the odd candle that Leah and Bob
and discovered earlier.
Hanson reached his destination. The alien was within his reach. He
grabbed it, very careful to not make contact with his skin or to get attacked
by any of the tendrils or tentacles. With a groan, he moved the intruder
out of the bedroom.
"Ensign Hanson," the CMO said, firmly.
Hanson did not hear her. He continued to drag the alien.
She stepped up the volume to just below a shout. "Ensign Hanson," she said,
like one would shout an order.
"CMO?" Hanson asked shocked. ~How can she be conscious?~ he wondered. ~No,
my mind is playing tricks on me. That can't be her.~
Leah watched quietly. She preferred to let the CMO handle this since arguing
with Hanson herself rarely got anything done.
"Ensign Hanson, I was told that you have my medical kit. What is going on,
here?" the Doctor demanded. That fellow's mind always made her feel uneasy.
It was always racing off in several directions at once. Right now the only
thing very clear in it was fear, extreme fear.
Hanson huffed and puffed. It was hard in his condition to move the large
alien. He decided now that the voice was real." You were attacked," he explained
to the CMO.
"I only have a shady recollection of that incident. More importantly, I need
to confirm that other nearby crew members are OK. Did you find my attacker?"
the Doctor said, moving toward where she sensed was Ensign Hanson.
~~I am glad she sounds like she will be fine, but why does she have to wake
up now?~~ he groused, having a very hard time getting the alien where he
wanted it.
As she moved closer and closer to Hanson, Dr. Laleia-Lii got the feeling
of stepping off the edge of a cliff overhanging a great chasm of evil. There
was definitely something or someone else in the room.
"I'm afraid I can't see much to find my med kit. Would it be possible to
turn some lights on?" she asked, giving no indication that she was aware
of another presence.
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