***Sim Log Narrative, SD 201911.01***

ANNOUNCEMENT:

We have a new simmer starting with us tonight! However, her actual character needs to be introduced at the right time, so tonight she is playing a temporary NPC, Nurse Emily Rose Thompson. Look for her new character soon!

Bridge:

The Penumbra was holding a high orbit over a tiny frozen moon, the most distant planet in the system that contains the gas giant where the Kyrathians had set up their Collection Station and Nursery and were building their Colony Ships.

Long-range sensors had detected a particular energy emission that had drawn the Penumbra to investigate. Some kind of odd turbulence perturbs their orbit if they get too close, and a probe they'd launched went suddenly quiet after a mere 4.4 seconds. Scans of the moons come back with a blurry spot that seems to be under a dampening field.

On the Bridge were Capt. Zak Taylor, pacing yet again; LtCmdr. Relok, back at the Primary Science Station, trying to see through some kind of dampening field on the tiny moon; LtCmdr. Jason Carter at the Helm, struggling to hold a stable orbit; LtJG T'Lin, sitting on the floor near her Secondary Science Station, old-style paper notebooks and pencils as well as modern PADDs scattered around her seemingly haphazardly as she worked through the Kyrathian downloads to crack their language code; LtJG Lea Kalawai'a, tapping idly at the Engineering console; LtJG Denovan Hawke standing ever vigilant at the Tactical Console; Ens. Re'Libel Standin, an Efrosian, was filling it at Operations while the usual officer was undergoing "psychiatric evaluation"; and MstGny Derek Hines, quietly observing everything from his Reconnaissance station. And of course, the Artificial Intelligence called MAX was ever present at any computer console.

Carter reported, "Holding at 17,500 km from target. Turbulence is stable ... for now."

Relok glanced at his assistant, T'Lin, with her work scattered all over the floor around her. He gave a small shrug and went back to his own work ... on the computer.

Lea watched T'Lin from across the Bridge for a moment and then asked, "Do you need to be doing that on the ground?"

Carter chuckled as he said, "One rough spot and we'll have confetti everywhere."

T'Lin looked up, her face an impassionate mask, "Yes. This is how I work."

The Captain turned to his Tactical Officer, a slight smile on his face, "Hawke, let's try another probe, shall we?"

MAX manifested his face in a small panel of the Tactical Console, as well as on one of the pedestals at the Master Systems Display. It was a vaguely humanoid head but with poorly defined details. He asked, "Mr. Hawke ... is it possible to try one of our shielded torpedo casings to deploy the probe in? We may receive better telemetry for a few seconds longer."

Hawke answered, "It's entirely possible. The sensors for it can be taken out and installed into the torpedo."

A call came over the commlink from LtCmdr. Bevin MacArdry, the Chief Engineer, who was working in Main Engineering. She said in her strong Scottish Brogue, "Relok, caeld I tailk tae ye aiboot a priblim we've gat gaein an doon hair?"

Relok responded, "Go ahead, Commander."

Bevin said, "Cammandir, I naid ye tae luik ivvir same aikwaishuns an taill me wha ye thaink." She paused and then added, "Whain ye hae a minnit."

Relok answered, "Send them through, Commander, and I'll take a look. I may be somewhat delayed, however, I'm watching a probe at the moment."

She answered, "Indirstuid, an thair way."

Suddenly, a flash of intense radiation washed over the ship. It lasted less than a full second, but both Relok and Lea reacted with "What the -" and started checking their sensors, Relok checking the external sensors and Lea checking internal ones.

T'Lin had not noticed the flash since she was buried in her work, though her empathic awareness was beginning to return as the Merasha wore off and she could sense a moment of emotional tension. She mumbled to herself about the Kyrathian language code.

The Captain noticed it too and asked, "Everyone got their shot from Shadow with the antiradiation ... uh ... stuff, right?"

Everyone quickly nodded the affirmative, but Lea added, "Yeah, but I'm more concerned about what the radiation might have done to the ship, sir."

The Captain replied, "Shields are up and Bevin has installed multiphasic shielding to protect the warp core. We should be fine ... for now."

The Captain turned to his Chief Science Officer, "Relok, that flash, that was ... uh ... what we saw earlier that you ... uh ...," he trailed off.

Relok answered, "Yes, Captain, it was ... er ... is."

Lea eyed the two men suspiciously but said nothing.

MAX continued speaking to Hawke, "Mr. Hawke, telemetry adjustment. Send the probe along this coordinate plane."

Hawke checked the specifications on his desired probe casing then addressed the Captain, "I have to physically go down and do the work manually on them otherwise we're just going to get the same result, sir. It'll be easier and better this way. Permission to go down and do so."

Carter glanced over at Hawke, "Inverse pulse? Might be able to ride the shockwave we just had back to the source ... we just have to find the timing."

The Captain nodded at Hawke, "Make it quick and get it launched, we need close scans and that's our best option."

Hawke gave a quick nod and called for a replacement at the Tactical Console. MstGny Derek Hines logged off the Reconnaissance Station where he'd been working and stepped over to man the Tactical station.

The Captain turned to his Helmsman, "Carter, see if you can get us a little closer. I know we're swimming in the soup, but ...."

Carter acknowledged, "Aye, sir, one sixteenth impulse." He nudged the ship forward and tightened their orbit.

Relok reported, "Sir, there's definitely some kind of dampening or dispersal field down there. All our scans are just getting a ... blurry spot."

MAX added, "I am unable to diagnose the cause for the dampening issues."

Zak slapped his thigh, "I hate being blind like this!" He tapped his commbadge, "Hawke, where's that probe, Lieutenant?"

Relok calmly intervened, "Captain, he needs to get to the launcher, make the modification, and then launch it. It will take some time."

Hawke had only just that moment stepped out of the turbolift near the torpedo bay. He hurried to the bay itself and began working over a probe to fit it into a torpedo.

Suddenly T'Lin lifted her head and said simply, "Jam."

Lea stared across the Bridge at her and then asked, "Jam?"

Relok turned and looked down at T'Lin on the floor, "Excuse me, Lt?"

The Captain wandered over, "Jam?"

T'Lin looked at each person in turn and then gestured at one of many glyphs she had surrounding her. "This glyph reads 'jam'."

Lea asked, "Like ... the food, or ...?"

T'Lin just said, "Yes." After a second she added, "I am not sure in what context it is implying. But it says 'jam'."

While everyone was pondering over T'Lin's odd deduction, a call came from Hawke in the torpedo launch room, "Bridge, torpedo is ready."

The Captain tapped his commbadge, "Acknowledged, Lt. Now get back up here!" He turned to the Tactical station, "Hines, launch the probe. Relok," he turned to his Science Officer, "watch it carefully."

Hines nodded, "Aye, torpedo loaded, telemetry set." He paused a few seconds and then announced, "Launched. Probe away."

Relok tore his attention from T'Lin's notes back to his sensor display. He said, "Aye, Captain. Watching like a Hawke." It was obvious he'd made a play on the word, so much so that Carter turned and said with a smirk, "So very ... un-Vulcan of you, Relok."

Lea was pondering T'Lin's revelation and finally asked, "Jam ... Captain, do you think the radiation could be some sort of signal jammer?"

But before anyone could answer her question, T'Lin unraveled another glyph. She spoke out loud but it was mostly to herself, "This one means search. It comes up a lot with another glyph, what does that say?"

Just as Hawke stepped out of the turbolift and relieved Hines at the Tactical Station, their latest probe hit some kind of "wall" of energy. There was a bright flash of visible light followed by a second "flash" of intense radiation, and the probe's signal was gone.

Relok noted the probe's demise and said, " Well, the probe lasted longer ... and I was watching carefully. Give me a moment ...."

Hawke checked the telemetry, "Seven seconds this time." That was nearly twice as long as their first probe.

Hines had been listening to T'Lin's code breaking and now that he was relieved from the Tactical station, he stepped over to where the Vulcan sat on the floor. He asked, "Maybe they were searching for us?"

T'Lin answered without looking up, "That is possible." She grabbed another sheet of paper with a glyph carefully drawn on it. "This one, this glyph, what does that look like to you?"

Hines leaned down and said, "What, the pink elephant with two trunks?"

T'Lin glanced at the glyph, "Possibly. I saw that color as more purple than pink."

Hines took a knee to get a better look. "Well ... that's definitely a big pink elephant with two trunks ... or maybe it's a trunk and a tail ...," he trailed off.

T'Lin corrected him, "No, no, that is the tail right there. Could it be another leg?"

Then Relok reported, "OK, Captain, there is definitely a field of some kind, but ... I think it's more of a containment field than anything else. I caught a glimpse beyond it as the probe penetrated just before it blew."

Again the ship bucked and bounced with another spasm of turbulence. It strained the shields down to 95%. Lea cursed under her breath and worked to boost power to the shields. T'Lin reached out and put a hand on Hine's shoulder to keep the big man steady.

Carter said, "I made 16,000 km but ... it's getting pretty dense down here."

Hawke said, "Shields down to 95%, it's getting stronger."

The Captain said, "OK, Carter, hold this altitude and stabilize our orbit ... if you can."

Hines was carefully studying the latest glyph. He said, "No, not a leg ... I certainly hope it's not ... uh ... male?"

T'Lin muttered, "It ... is ... possible." She let out a sigh.

Lea left her station and walked over to join T'Lin and Hines. She studied the glyph and said, "Huh, looks kinda like ... like a ... have you ever seen a Tamarian Grass Stalker?"

T'Lin looked up and stared at Lea a second, "Oh! That could be it."

Then Lea pointed to another glyph, "What's the one next to it?"

She pointed to indicated glyph, " That one, the one that looks like a boar, means search, and the one on the other side means ...,"

Hines interrupted, pointing at yet another glyph, "Is that ... an egg?"

T'Lin glanced at the indicated glyph, "Yes! It is!"

Lea glanced at Hines, "Speaking of eggs, is it just me or does the replicator make the worst scrambled eggs?"

T'Lin, with a neutral expression on her face, answered, "If you click twice on the scrambled, then ask for double the pepper it turns out nice." She returned to her notes, tapping the egg-shaped glyph and in a moment mumbled, "That means ...," she scratched some notes with her antiquated pencil on her archaic notebook before finishing her sentence, "... seed."

The Captain turned to his Science Officer, "Relok, what did you see?"

Relok said, "Captain, it's a containment field from the inside and a ... camouflage from the outside. But ... there's a facility of some kind down there."

"A facility?" the Captain asked. "That's got to be where it is. We're gonna have to get down there."

T'Lin was oblivious to everything outside her latest project.

Then Relok said, "Oh, and Captain ... I think I detected a Borg signal in that brief flash."

Hawke tensed and blinked, "A ... what?"

MAX heard the keyword "Borg" and automatically triggered the Red Alert. Klaxons sounded and lights flashed red.

The Captain asked, "Borg?" Reflexively he turned to look at Hawke, who was a former Borg.

Hawke gave a slight shrug, "Don't look at me Captain. I can see if I can hear anything, but I haven't heard any minds in years."

At the alert klaxon, Lea flinched and in a near panic hurried back across the Bridge to the Engineering station. Hines shook his head, chuckling at T'Lin's work methods, but at the sound of the klaxon he stood and returned to the Reconnaissance station. T'Lin also snapped her head up at the alarm and quickly collected her notes and materials and took her seat at the Secondary Science Station.

A call came from Lt. Col. Patterson, "Patterson to Bridge. Status?" He'd noticed the Red Alert.

The Captain answered, "Things just got more complicated, Colonel. You might want to get up here."

Patterson answered, "I'm on my way."

The Captain turned and said, "Relok, confirm that was a Borg signature ... and what it meant. How long did it last? There aren't many Borg out this far in the Gamma Quadrant ... are there?"

Carter muttered, "I think I can push us a bit closer ...," he trailed off.

Relok answered, "Captain the breach in the field lasted only a second, it couldn't have conveyed much. I think it was just a standard Borg transponder ... but it's just a guess."

Hawke concentrated a moment and then added, "I'm not getting anything, but I don't know if I even can anymore."

The Captain pondered a second and then said, "Relok, Hawke ... we need a way to shut down that containment field so we can get down there. Can we beam through it? Anything?"

Carter had a spark of genius ... or insanity. He suggested, "The tractor beam?"

At nearly the same instant, Relok blurted out, "The hole!"

The Captain responded first to the first idea, "Carter? Tractor beam? What are you thinking?"

Carter turned his chair and answered, "Maybe we can 'lift' the camouflage, sir. Or, pull the hole open further?"

Hawke said, "I suppose that could be possible if we can split the tractor beam into two. One holding and pulling on each side of the hole."

The Captain nodded and then turned to his Chief Science Officer. "OK, Relok, what hole?"

Relok answered, "When our probe hit, there was a hole ... the flash and the Borg signal got through. That means the shielding faltered ... it was only a second though ... not long enough to beam through."

The Captain rubbed his chin and then said, "So ... can we hold the hole open for longer?"

Carter said, "If the shields aret holding well enough, we should be able to get through it. Hell, I could fly one of the Flyers in there with the right support."

Lea added, "We could use an electromagnetic pulse at the same frequency as the shields and punch through."

Carter turned to Lea, "If we knew what the shield frequency was, that might work ... but an EM Pulse would shut down the containment field, too ... and let anything inside, out."

The Captain nodded and turned to face the main viewer. "Let's put it to the test, gentlemen. Hawke, ready another probe."

About that time Lt. Col. Patterson and LtJG Tibris stepped out of the turbolift. Patterson spoke first, "You called, Captain?"

Tabeshk pushed past him to get to his station, "I'm good, now get the heck off my console, I've got work to do." The Ensign, Re'Libel Standin, quickly stood and stepped away.

Lea said to Tabeshk, "Hey, be nice to Re'Libel!"

The Captain smiled at Tabeshk and said, "Ah, good, Tabby, just in time! I need you to modify our tractor beams to create two beams instead of one."

Tabeshk turned and stared at him, "You need ... WHAT?!"

The Captain added, "Lea, give him a hand on the tractor beam." Lea acknowledged and moved to the side of Operations console.

He turned to his Science Officers, "Relok, you and T'Lin figure out how long our hole needs to last to beam a team through safely."

Hawke readied a second torpedo probe (he'd wisely prepared two while he had the chance), but held off on launching it until they had locked down the route for it.

MAX, who's face was displayed prominently on one of the Science Station monitors said, "I'll just ... slide into the Replicator and keep burning every order of scrambled eggs, then ...," he trailed off as the face faded away.

Main Engineering:

Lt. Cmdr. Bevin MacArdry, the Penumbra's Chief Engineer was in Main Engineering, busily working on her shielding for the ship, as well as the warp core. She would occasionally pass by a white board table that bore all sorts of equations trying to deal with a series of warp bubbles she hoped could deal with their latest project.

Once she'd secured everything and assigned individuals to specific tasks, she moved back to the whiteboard. After a few minutes she tapped her commbadge and called in her strong Scottish Brogue, "Relok, caeld I tailk tae ye aiboot a priblim we've gat gaein an doon hair?"

Lt. Cmdr. Relok, the Vulcan Chief Science Officer responded, "Go ahead, Commander."

Bevin said, "Cammandir, I naid ye tae luik ivvir same aikwaishuns an taill me wha ye thaink." She paused and then added, "Whain ye hae a minnit."

Relok answered, "Send them through, Commander, and I'll take a look. I may be somewhat delayed, however, I'm watching a probe at the moment."

She answered, "Indirstuid, an thair way." She pressed a few buttons on the display and sent her equations on the "onion" style nested warp fields and their possibilities up to the Science Officer for analysis.

Mere moments later, the ship rocked with a spasm of turbulence. A light flashed on her console showing the shields had taken a hit and were down to 95%. As she worked to restore their power, the alarm klaxon sounded and lights lit up around Main Engineering. Red Alert!

Bevin, frustrated at the interruption to her work flicked the Flying Fickle Finger of Fate at the screaming red light before returning her attention to strengthening the shields.

Sickbay:

Chief Petty Officer Emily Rose Thompson was the Duty Nurse when Lt. Cmdr. Dean Spearhorse was beamed from the Sojourner's runabout. He nearly collapsed upon arrival but with the help of the Marine Corpsman, 2nd Lt. Arrin, an Andorian combat medic doing his rounds in Sickbay, they got him onto a biobed. They noticed he wore restraints on his wrists.

As they got him onto the bed, Lt. Col. Travis Patterson stepped in. Arrin glanced over, "May I help you?"

Patterson replied, "I'm just checking up on my crewmembers, Ensign. Thank you."

Dean began moaning and Emily looked over at Patterson, "Unfortunately, he's still unconscious, Colonel." But even as she said this, he woke and tried to sit up. She turned back to him, "Careful, sir, you're in Sickbay." She pushed her patient back to the table and turned to Patterson, "Looks like he's waking up."

Patterson nodded and stepped over to the biobed. "You look like hell, Dean." And he did. Sweat poured off his brow even as he shivered. The biobed showed his heartrate was erratic and he was running a low fever.

Dr. Shadow K'Trevala stepped out of his office and walked over. "He's got a long way to go to get back to where he was, but he's strong, he'll make it eventually."

Dean's voice came out a raspy whisper, "I feel like I've been running marathons in Siberia."

Patterson glanced at Shadow, a smirk crossing his face as he turned back to Dean, "Ten klicks in Siberia isn't so bad."

About that time a miserable (and grumpy) half-Klingon albino, LtJG Tabeshk Tibris, walked in and said, "I've been sent here for a psych eval, Shadow."

Patterson nodded at Tabeshk then turned to Shadow, "Things look stable down here for the most part. If you could, take Tabeshk into the office and conduct a psychological eval, Doc."

Shadow rested his hand on Dean's shoulder, trying to use some tiny vestige of his ability to ease the man's suffering, even as the Merasha that impeded Shadow's empathic abilities was being metabolized out of his system.

Tabeshk stood, trying to be patient, but he began tapping his foot in spite of himself. Shadow straightened from Dean and turned to Tabeshk, nodding and gesturing at the office door. Emily watched them go, knowing that Shadow had to be frustrated to have his primary method of healing suppressed by Merasha for the good of the mission.

Tabby's Evaluation:

They entered the private office of the Chief Medical Officer (although the CMO was Dr. Desiree Thibodeaux who was taking a learning tour with the Aslans at the moment) and once the door had slid shut Shadow asked Tabeshk, "OK, Tabby, what's this about?"

Tabby grunted, "I just fussed at a Captain for a friend's sake that's all, can I go?

Shadow sat himself in a chair and got comfortable. "I think it's more than that, possibly," he said. After a second he prompted, "Tell me everything. I know you do turn out kind of hot headed at times."

Tabeshk realized he wasn't getting out of this easy, so sat himself in a chair and let out a sigh. "It's literally just that Captain Johnson ... or Jackson ... whatever it was ... claimed Dean was unwell and unfit for the situation he was assigned for, but last I knew, he was just fine when he was here! It ticked me off, and I told that captain to go ... f- himself. That's all. Now, can I get back to my job ... please?"

Shadow nodded a moment before saying, "I understand that, Tabby, but we don't know what all that Dean went through when he was staying behind as Liaison. I don't blame you for being peeved at the Sojourner's captain, but there ARE more diplomatic ways to tell him to go stuff himself in the inlet port of the waste reclamation plant! You need to make it so that you can tell him to do so and he'll look forward to the trip like he just won a month's leave on Risa!"

Tabeshk grunted, "I'm well aware of that ... now." He sat a moment and then said, " I'm a hybrid of a Klingon and a Romulan, neither of which like each other, so I'm trying the best I can, Shadow."

Shadow smiled, "Next time you want to scald someone's hide on Bevin's warp core baffles, come talk to me first, and we'll try to work it out so he'll think it will be a great advancement." He paused and then said, "I recommend regular sparring sessions with either security or the Marines, or me, so you can help keep that aggression in check."

"Sparring?" Tabeshk asked, "that's all?" He stood up, "Then I'm ... uh ... free to go, right?"

Shadow stood as well, clapping Tabeshk on the shoulder, "I'll go ahead and let you get back to duty, PROVIDED that we see each other at least three times a week for now."

Tabeshk sighed, "Why? I have nothing more I want to talk about. Trust me, you don't want in my head. In fact, I hope you can control your abilities and NOT get in my head. I should have that choice, to share if I wished, and I don't."

"Well," Shadow answered with a grin, "we'll have to see how things go after this first week, and we might find some better ways of calling him a tin plated dictator with delusions of godhood, than coming right out and saying it."

Tabeshk grinned back, "Yeah, that I can agree to anyway! Thank you, Shadow."

Shadow continued as they stepped out of the office, "As for getting inside your head, right now with the Merasha still in my system there is no way I can, so I have to go the old fashioned verbal way of learning what you want to tell me."

As they stepped out into the main area of Sickbay an alarm klaxon sounded and the lights flashed the Red Alert.

Tabeshk groaned, "Oh, what the hell is going on now?"

Shadow said, "I dunno, let's see what the top brass says," he gestured at Patterson.

Tabeshk smiled, "Think if I bolted to the Bridge I could make it to my station fast enough?"

Spearhorse:

As Dr. K'Trevala and Lt. Tibris stepped off to the CMO's office, Dean sighed, "I failed you guys, and this ship ...," he glanced at the restraints that tied him to the biobed, "To think I had to be brought in like this ...," he trailed off.

Nurse Thompson patted his arm, "We'll get you back to your old self, sir."

But Dean wouldn't be mollified, he moaned softly, "I've ruined it all. Captain Taylor!" he breathed, "Oh, god, he will not be pleased!"

The nurse, Emily, made a few more notes on his chart, recording the biometrics from the bed and other sources. Dean continued dejectedly, "I can see where my career is headed now ... my shot at command ruined. I will most likely wind up in waste management in some forgotten outpost."

The Corpsman, 2nd Lt. Arrin, mumbled, "Hmm ... sounds less like a psychological problem and more like you need a smack upside the head. I'd do it, but ...," his antennae twitched, "I've only got one pip left on my collar."

Emily ignored the Andorian Marine and spoke to Dean, "You know, Commander, they say the only place to go when you hit rock bottom is up. Giving up won't help your situation."

Patterson tapped Dean on the forehead, "If a single mistake led to a career in waste reclamation, Dean ... I wouldn't be your Executive Officer. Now, look at me. Look carefully ...," he trailed off.

Dean did raise his eyes and look at Patterson for a moment, then lowered his gaze and said, "It wasn't a single mistake ... it was a progression of errors over there. I couldn't maintain control ... in my job, or my personal life."

Patterson grunted, "You did what you thought was right ... giving the power back to the natives. I read the reports, and I stand by your actions ... to a point. When you began to suffer from the Nautilus Root ... you became easy to bribe. Dependent."

Dean raised his head again and said, "How am I supposed to command the respect of my department when I return to the ship in this status ... when I lost control of myself?" He began to shiver again.

Emily frowned and went to get another blanket for him. When she had it, she carefully covered Dean. Dean nodded to her in gratitude.

Patterson said, "Recognize you're indeed Human, and you make mistakes, and succumb to them. In the meantime, Dean ... get your body through this ordeal. Your mind will follow."

Dean looked back to the Colonel, "Oh, it sounds so easy, but ... when you are on this end of it ...," another round of shivers washed over him before he continued, "it is like being on fire, in sight of water, but without the ability to get to it, or put out the fire. I know people who say it is 'mind over matter', but ... it hurts."

Patterson patted him on the shoulder, "Adapt and overcome. It will make you stronger, and THAT will bring you the respect of your crewmates."

Emily added, "It will take time to move past the withdrawal symptoms, but you are strong Commander. I have confidence you'll make it through and be stronger for it."

The ship rocked and bumped again as it hit more turbulence. Dean said, "I don't know how much I can take. How long will the detox take before the body doesn't crave what it can't have again?"

Emily answered, "Honestly, that depends on the body, it could take weeks ...," she trailed off.

Dean groaned, "Weeks? that will never do. I have to get back to duty." He struggled to sit up but was still restrained, "There has to be some way I can help clean up the Janosian mess and rebuild my reputation. Are there any reports today from the Sojourner?"

Emily patted his arm, "I said it could take weeks, didn't say it would."

Red Alert:

Suddenly, an alarm klaxon sounded and lights flickered around the room: Red Alert!

Dean struggled with his restraints, "Son of a ---, I need to get to my duty station! I'll be danged if I am going to lay here through a Red Alert!"

Patterson straightened and tapped his commbadge, "Patterson to Bridge. Status?"

The Captain's voice came over the commlink, "Things just got more complicated, Colonel. You might want to get up here."

LtJG Tabeshk Tibris and Dr. Shadow K'Trevala stepped out of the CMO's office. Tabeshk groaned, "Oh, what the hell is going on now?"

Shadow said, "I dunno, let's see what the top brass says," he gestured at Patterson.

Tabeshk smiled, "Think if I bolted to the Bridge, I could make it to my station fast enough?"

Patterson responded to the Captain, "I'm on my way." He turned to Dean lying in restraints on the biobed, "Dean, your orders now? Recover. Get better. Do as the Doctor says. Nothing else." He spun to face Tabeshk, "Tabeshk ... get your ass up to Operations ... your next appointment with the Doctor is tomorrow, 0800. Move!"

Tabeshk replied, "Aye, sir!" Then he mumbled under his breath as he turned for the door, "Pain in the arse."

Shadow said, "Get up there, Tabby, they need their best person on Ops."

Emily gently but firmly pushed Dean back down on the bed, "You need to stay right there, Commander. Colonel's orders were for you to get better, and you cannot do that if I let you out of this bed."

Patterson gave Dean his best scowl, "I wasn't asking you, Dean ... I gave an order. Shadow, keep him here. I don't care how you do it." He turned to leave Sickbay.

Dean protested, "Then get me a phaser! If things get hairy you will need to have someone defend sickbay at all costs."

Emily commented, "With your shaking I have a better chance at hitting the target than you do, Commander."

Shadow added, "Dean, your place is here for now, to recover and get back to your normal self. That's the orders from the CO, the XO, the CMO, as well as me. You can't help if you're shaking all over the place."

The Andorian Corpsman, Arrin, waved a hand, "Excuse me, I'm the trained combat medic. I'll hold the phaser!"

Emily glanced at the Marine, "Of course, Lieutenant."

Dean slumped back onto the bed, realizing they were all right. He felt it was better to go down fighting than laying in a sickbed. He muttered, "What a way to go ... unarmed and unable to help in the fight."

In Attendance:

Capt. Z. Taylor, LtCol. T. Patterson, LtCmdr. Relok, LtCmdr. Dean Spearhorse, LtCmdr. MacArdry, Dr. K'Trevala, LtCmdr. J. Carter, Lt. (JG) Tabeshk Tibris, Lt. (JG) T'Lin, Lt. (JG) Kalawai'a, Lt. (JG) Denovan Hawke, Ens. Arrin, MGySgt. Hines

NPCs:

MAX (Reconnaissance AI, played by Hines), Emily Rose Thompson (Nurse) (a temporary NPC while the new simmer's character awaits discovery)

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