Settling In - Part One

Posted on Sun Oct 7th, 2018 @ 4:05am by Senior Chief Petty Officer Syal Duran-Yeager & Lieutenant Asa Dael

Mission: Hera v Hera
Location: Various Locations - USS Hera
Timeline: 940Hrs - 16th September, 2395, Stardate 72708.3

It had been almost forty-five minutes since Senior Chief Petty Officer Duran-Yeager Syal had arrived on board the USS Hera, she had also met the executive officer at the same time, the meeting had gone well, it had been educational for Duran-Yeager as her assignment to this vessel was last minute and she had no idea of who anyone was. Duran-Yeager had settled in rather quickly as she had changed out of her old uniform before pulled her spare from out of her pack that she had carried with her.

Duran-Yeager had plucked the rank patch off of her collar that indicated her rank, she found herself staring at it for a moment before she realized that she had been looking at it for a long longer then she had expected. 'Come on Syal, you got a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it all.' she thought to herself as she finished removing the last of her clothing.

The small Bajoran female, now nude, quickly took care of things before she went into the bathroom, she smiled as she had expected smaller but she decided to proceed with taking a shower and freshen up before she went to meet the three people on her to do list.

About twenty minutes later, Duran-Yeager was finished as she finished zipping up her jacket, she then tugged on both her boots quickly before she departed her nearly assigned quarters. She made her way to her first destination which was sickbay.

The doors parted, with a soft sound that to her ears sounded like someone swinging a blade, the sound it made as it rent the air with its force and grace. The small Bajoran entered sickbay a moment later. A nurse regarded her with an odd look. "Hello Chief, what can we do for you?"

"I'm just here for my coming aboard physical, is now alright or do you want me to come back in the morning?" Duran-Yeager responded with a smile.

"Let me check with the doctor, please take a seat and I'll be right back." and with that, the nurse withdrew in silence as Duran-Yeager took a seat on a biobed as she settled in to wait.

An incredibly young looking, waif like figure entered the room with a bright smile. “Hello! I’m Doctor Asa Dael, a pleasure to meet you! Well, actually properly you this time, I mean.”

The doctor approached with the energy of a nervous puppy, all happy smiles to meet another crew member with an underlying current of nervous energy. They proffered their hand for a handshake in greeting in the way Starfleet Medical had taught as fleet-wide etiquette, placing a PaDD on a stand next to the bed and reaching for a medical tricorder with their other hand.

“First things first, how are you faring after your adventure in reaching us? Properly hydrated? Had some protein, carbs and sugar recently?” the doctor inquired as they scanned Duran-Yeager.

Duran-Yeager regarded the Doctor as she gently shook the other person's hand with her own in the human style. "The trip was... Well, calling it eventful is not a statement I'd use." she paused. "I had a doughnut and a glass of milk but that's all." she regarded the small being before her. "No Doctor, just my coming aboard physical," Duran-Yeager answered with a gentle smile. "After the insanity of the last couple of hours from my perspective." the small female looked up at the Doctor who was a fair bit taller than she, herself was. "Could I trouble you to find out how long I was out and if there are any lingering issues.

"Of course, I imagine your head must be reeling. I'm seeing you were kept drugged for about 2 days. I'm honestly not crazy about the way you were kept under either if these scans are anything to go by. You must have had a terrible headache upon waking. But then again, I doubt your comfort was a concern to your captors," Asa replied.

The CMO continued to scan and a brief frown crossed their face as a flash of anger was momentarily in their eyes. Before looking back up at the Bajoran, Asa turned to the nurse and dismissed them from sickbay. Sensing the tension in the Bajoran, Asa schooled their face to appear open and warm, even though the rage that someone would treat another the way Syal had been infuriated the doctor.

"So, let's talk for a minute, Senior Chief Petty Officer. What do you remember from before you were put under?"

Duran-Yeager paused. "I was flying the runabout, and everything was fine when suddenly two people beamed aboard, all the alarms started screaming at me and there was the sound of someone laughing." Duran-Yeager paused as she breathed in. "The larger of the two people was an Orion... he said I'd make an excellent sex slave, right before he shot me.. and a scream.." she paused quietly. "The scream was me right about the time I was getting shot.." the Bajoran sighed softly.

Asa shook Syal’s hand, and released it wondering if it would be better to sit close to her, but deciding to give her a moment to breathe. The doctor crossed the room to the replicator and retrieved a glass of Deka tea they had pre-programmed in anticipation of Duran-Yeagers arrival. Returning to the frazzled looking chief petty officer, Asa offered the steaming beverage.

“Thank you for sharing that,” Asa continued with a soft tone, “This was a heck of an ordeal, one you are at no fault for enduring. I know your head knows that, but sometimes an ugly voice in our brains can tell us otherwise. If that voice starts talking to you, I want you to tell it to hush. If it won’t shut up…please come see me. We’ll figure it out. Same thing goes for any flashbacks or if you suddenly aren’t sleeping. From a physical perspective, the stun weapon only left a bit of a burn that I can easily take care of. The sedative has caused a slight residual neurotransmitter imbalance, but again, nothing we can’t easily cure.”

As they spoke, the doctor began using their tricorder to adjust the others neurotransmitters. When they reached the burn location on the Chief Petty Officer’s back, they paused to look the other in the eye and ask, “Is it ok if I lift your shirt?”

Duran-Yeager nodded. "Sure." she knew they had had job to do and she was not about to make this harder for herself or for anyone else as she gently slipped off her uniform jacket and then she proceeded to peel her shirt off, she was left wearing a sports bra but Duran-Yeager didn't seem at ease with the lack of clothing. "It does sting a little, most of the time." she paused. "When I'm not trying to ignore the pain."

The doctor gently placed a hand on Duran-Yeagers back and made a “mm-hmmm” sound in a soothing tone. The whir of the tricorder clicked on and the chief petty officer felt a tingling sensation as the flesh began to repair.

“This probably feels a bit odd, but soon you will be right as rain,” Asa said softly. In about two minutes, the whirring stopped, and Asa withdrew their hand, moving back around to sit on a nearby stool in front of the Bajoran.

“That heals all the physical signs that this ever happened to you. I don’t see any other signs of abuse or mistreatment, just higher than normal stress hormones, but I think that’s understandable and expected. Do you have any other concerns? I don’t want you to have to ignore pain, I want you to not be in pain.”

Duran-Yeager smiled, despite her black mood. "Not at present." before she sipped the drink she had more or less completely ignored until now, she gently clasped the mug with both hands and let the warmth soothe her frazzled nerves. "This is good. I mean Deka tea is normally not my usual drink of choice." the small Bajoran female smiled as she took another sip from her drink.

“No? Sorry about that. I learned when living on Bajor that it was used to help keep people calm and thought it might help. It never calmed me down any, but that wasn’t for the elder’s lack of trying,” Asa replied with a grin. “I was always up a tree or running around like a wild thing. Drove all the adults’ nuts, which of course, was the point.”

With a twinkle in their eyes, the doctor picked up the PaDD to do a brief once-over review of the chief petty officer's records. “Everything seems to be in line here. Apart from the last few days, you are mint condition. Do you have any questions for me? Anything you would like to discuss?”

Duran-Yeager blinked. "Mint condition?" she asked, sounding confused. "I'm sorry Doctor." she then shrugged to show that her statement was not a major concern, she then sipped her drink in silence. "Sounds like you had a far better childhood then I did," she added with a soft sigh. "You know what I need Doc?" Duran-Yeager smiled. "A vacation from my entire life."

"Well, I can't quite provide that, but I do know a few holodeck programs for guided meditation, or some waterfall and swimming pool landscapes from across the galaxy known to be quite soothing," it was obvious the doctor was concerned about their patient. She had been through an ordeal, and it didn't sound like the first."Or if you like, I spend a few evenings a week painting if time allows, you are most welcome to come make a mess with me," Asa concluded with a small smile.

Duran-Yeager nodded. "Actually, yes I'd like that," she commented. "I've never really painted before so we shall we if I am any good at the craft." she added. "some of the holodeck programs might help too," she added. "Thank you, Doctor." Duran-Yeager smiled at the young person before her.

"Great! I've been hoping to find someone to make a mess with!" the enthusiastic El-Aurian replied, grinning widely.

"Well. you have found someone. I mean what's the worst that can happen right?" the Bajoran sounded oddly happy with this turn of events, it wasn't something she was expecting but she wasn't about to comment on it or question it, she would try it and see where it led her. "So, when and where?" she inquired.

Asa was practically buzzing with excitement about finding someone to have fun with. Making friends was always hard for the odd creature, and they had enthusiastically embraced the opportunity to meet new people on the Hera.

"Holodeck, tomorrow after duty? Say 1800 hours? I'll bring snacks!"

"Eighteen Hundred. I'll be there." Duran-Yeager grinned as she regarded the person before her. "This is gonna be great."