Cascade – Emotions? Illogical!
by Captain Tasha Tahir (NPC) & Commander Karen Villiers & Commander Chelsea Dunham & Lieutenant Commander Jarred Wallace & Lieutenant JG Lance Murdoch & Lieutenant JG Saria Rex
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Tahir stepped of off the pad and clucked her tongue as she looked both up and down the corridor. Crew passed her and she felt a small annoyance that nobody had acknowledged her and turned on her heel heading to sickbay.
The walk to the door of sickbay seemed to take longer than she remembered, but she put that down to the fact she had her mind on other matters.
The door parted and Tasha started to stride through before hey had completely opened and cursed loudly as she caught her shoulder on the edge.
"Why hasn't anybody reported that to Engineering!" She exclaimed as she strode up to the doctor. "Well?" She sniped.
Chelsea looked up, surprised to find her old friend in such an uncharacteristic grump. "I'll see to it right after I fix that bruise on your shoulder, Ma'am" She retrieved a regenerator and set straight to work on the contusion, making a mental note to ask someone to get the door looked at as soon as she had a moment to delegate the job.
At first, Tasha turned her shoulder away from Chelsea.
"My shoulder can wait, the crew cannot." She hissed. "There are people out there that need help and I don't see the sickbay as being one of the busiest places on the station. Currently, the hangar bay has only a counsellor as the medical contingent. Was there no request for a medic to be be present in the face of the unknown?" Her brow dipped as she stared directly at Chelsea and could see a look of shock on her face and did not realise she was the cause of it.
"If by *in the face of the unknown* Captain, you are referring to the away team that went out to the unknown ship, then there *was* a medical contingent aboard Ma'am. I sent Lieutenant K'Vel and Senior Nurse Devon. Two very fine, promising officers from whose reports, I believe they were not only helpful but essential on more than one occasion when the need arose."
Chelsea felt a strange need for defensiveness as if she were being accused of some dereliction.
She continued with the rest of the picture as she saw it. "Dr Murdoch was operating to save the life of the Cardassian Ambassador. Dr Milarno was saving the lives and limbs of casualties from the same bombing incident. I believe I had all the emergencies of the day covered with some very expert, fully efficient teams and personnel Ma'am. Unless you believe I missed something that I should have been aware of?"
Tasha shrugged her shoulders.
"Commander, there is plenty that goes on within these walls that I am not aware of. What I am aware of....." Tasha paused hearing how stroppy she was sounding and shook her head. "I don't know what is ..... " She stumbled unable to momentarily form a coherent thought as if she was not fully in control. Her eyes darted around the room, seeing Lance and Ryan staring back at her. Her eye fell to the closest chair and she promptly stepped to it and sat.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, focusing inwards.
"This department is one of the most vital on this station. We have several ongoing operations that need a greater medical appearance." Her tone was a little softer as she emphasised each syllable. She opened her eyes and looked directly to Chelsea. "I need you to keep a watchful eye on everyone. Her head swivelled slowly around the other medical staff.
Lance had been leaning against the bulkhead, arms crossed, eye's partially closed. It had been a long day in surgery, but Captain Tahir's rant at Chelsea had caught his attention. Particularly as her gaze fell on him as she finished her sentence.
He uncrossed his arms and fixed the superior officer with a pointed stare, "And just what is THAT supposed to mean?" He asked disdainfully.
Rhiana walked in seeing the developing exchange "if you have time I could use some medical assistance." Holding up a bloody mess that was her hand.
Chelsea indicated to the Senior Specialist Nurse McBain who came across and began scanning Rhiana's hand. "If it needs surgery, call for us please?" Chelsea said and Ed nodded before guiding the wounded patient to a bio-bed for emergency assessment.
"Captain? Doctor Murdoch? Lt Milarno? Shall we discuss this in my office, rather than in front of the staff and patients?" Chelsea offered, opening her arm to indicate the office door, herding the brewing argument away from the eyes of the rest of the occupants of the large and busy facility.
"Now then..... can I offer anyone something to drink?" Ever the diplomat and soother of troubles, Chelsea was first to try to calm the atmosphere and get to the bottom of this. It wasn't like Tasha at all and the CMO had noticed signs that the Captain had been showing signs of stress lately. On the other hand, there had also been a lot of outbreaks of unaccustomed odd behaviour lately. Chelsea's mind was doing overtime wondering which was relevant with Tasha. ~Is she a woman on the edge?~
Before Chelsea could get the orders for drinks sorted, there was more about to break out.
Tasha eased herself into the chair on the opposite side of Chelsea's desk shaking her head at the offer of a drink, though truth be told, she could do with something to bolster her spirits.
"Doctor Murdoch, what I was about to say is that things are not just about what this department can do for itself, but what it should be doing for the station. There are several hundred crew men and women out there that will always require attention from medical staff, not just the well to do, or the ones that can offer something in return. We have over a thousand civilians that would also like a little attention and our directions should encompass all those around us that require that medical care." The words came out but Tasha was not even thinking about what she was saying, her thoughts were unusually centered on the hangar bay and her glib remarks were totally out of character for her, she would normally handle things with a great deal more tact and certainly not in this style.
"With all due respect Captain, I honestly feel we already meet and cater to all those duties and responsibilities here. This is a facility the size of an urban hospital and our staff are second to none in their diverse skills and unwavering dedication." Chelsea responded, calm but defensive in the same tone. She had faith in her staff and their achievements and she had no idea where Tasha was coming from with this.
While Tasha was looking at Chelsea, Lance mouthed "What the hell is her problem?" in his boss's direction.
Chelsea couldn't reply while she was in Tasha's main sight line but her face had trouble keeping its *Doctors' Mask*.
* * * * *
Back in the outer sickbay, Ed was running the scanner over Rhiana's hand again to gauge how much damage lay beneath all the blood that was very clearly making it look like a real mess.
"How did you manage this Ma'am?" Ed asked as he scanned the damage. "There are two.... five....six bones broken." he counted as the scanner revealed them. "I'm not sure I can just regenerate these, I'm going to speak to one of the Doctors and ask if it needs surgery...." Ed looked around as suddenly the Captain emerged and slammed past him. He raised both eyebrows and then stood at the doorway.
He popped his head inside the door, catching Ryan's eye as the person nearest to him, and beckoned to the ACMO and began to speak quietly to him just inside the doorway.
Ryan nodded and stepped away to the doorway and stood leaning in to listen to what Ed was saying, after listening and giving his nod of approval on a few questions Ed left.
* * * * * * * *
As the other's eyes were turned by the intrusion, Chelsea got a chance to shrug at Lance in answer but she couldn't say anything as the seconds of distraction were too brief for anything more.
The captain thought about her response for a moment, while the doctors were distracted. She had no idea what she was saying nor why she was saying it but as she had started down the path, she had to continue and put up a viable, if not useless defence for her recourse.
As the doctors in the room began to look back to her, she continued.
"You yourselves are not in question, but the department as a whole. Things here have become lax. Reaction times to the explosion on the promenade could have been one hundred percent more efficient. Medical expertise on saving lives far outweigh the importance of what is happening privately, never sure who is in charge, who is ultimately responsible." She turned her attention to Lance, "Some of you are far too cocky for your own good. One person is not above another in a sick bay," Her head eased around to Chelsea, "fraternising with pilots, ex lovers....."" Tasha stopped, something in her head screamed at her to back down, in her own voice as if calling from a distance.
Tasha blinked several times at she saw the dropped jaw on Chelsea and the muscles on Lances jaw tighten.
The captain stood, pulled at her tunic and strode out of sickbay, her own jaw quivering as she fought back the tears that began to sting her eyes.
Lance stared at Chelsea for several seconds, then forced his jaw to unclench. "What...just...happened?"
He looked around the room, "Anybody been performing unauthorised surgery? " He asked "Because clearly somebody put a stick up her...." his voice trailed off as Chelsea's gaze fell on him.
"Somebody should probably go after her." He added. "Somebody who... well you know... cares."
Chelsea stood shocked, affronted and deeply hurt. "It's not true. Where did she get all that? We treat EVERYONE, Starfleet and Civilians alike. We treat Diplomats, *the well-to-do*, even those on the lower levels who live in cardboard boxes! This is an incredibly efficient, professional and hard-working department and I can't believe ANYone would seriously scrutinise us and doubt that we go the extra mile!" She looked around in incredulity. "And what's all that about Pilots? What's this got to do with my husband?" she asked rhetorically working up a head of steam that was more likely to blow her fuses than Lance even at him most antagonistic. She had not failed to notice the irony of how it was Lance himself who was on her side for a change but she was too upset to comment on it yet.
* * * * * * *
Captain Tasha Tahir
Commander Karen Villers
Doctor Lance Murdoch
Head Surgeon
DS5
Commander Chelsea Dunham
CMO & 2nd Officer
Lieutenant Ryan Milarno
ACMO
by Captain Tasha Tahir (NPC) & Commander Karen Villiers & Commander Chelsea Dunham & Lieutenant Commander Jarred Wallace & Lieutenant JG Lance Murdoch & Lieutenant JG Saria Rex
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| Title | Emotions? Illogical! | |
| Mission | Cascade | |
| Author(s) | Captain Tasha Tahir (NPC) & Commander Karen Villiers & Commander Chelsea Dunham & Lieutenant Commander Jarred Wallace & Lieutenant JG Lance Murdoch & Lieutenant JG Saria Rex | |
| Posted | Wed Apr 10, 2013 @ 5:41pm | |
| Location | Medical | |
| Timeline | SD71 15:20 |
Tahir stepped of off the pad and clucked her tongue as she looked both up and down the corridor. Crew passed her and she felt a small annoyance that nobody had acknowledged her and turned on her heel heading to sickbay.
The walk to the door of sickbay seemed to take longer than she remembered, but she put that down to the fact she had her mind on other matters.
The door parted and Tasha started to stride through before hey had completely opened and cursed loudly as she caught her shoulder on the edge.
"Why hasn't anybody reported that to Engineering!" She exclaimed as she strode up to the doctor. "Well?" She sniped.
Chelsea looked up, surprised to find her old friend in such an uncharacteristic grump. "I'll see to it right after I fix that bruise on your shoulder, Ma'am" She retrieved a regenerator and set straight to work on the contusion, making a mental note to ask someone to get the door looked at as soon as she had a moment to delegate the job.
At first, Tasha turned her shoulder away from Chelsea.
"My shoulder can wait, the crew cannot." She hissed. "There are people out there that need help and I don't see the sickbay as being one of the busiest places on the station. Currently, the hangar bay has only a counsellor as the medical contingent. Was there no request for a medic to be be present in the face of the unknown?" Her brow dipped as she stared directly at Chelsea and could see a look of shock on her face and did not realise she was the cause of it.
"If by *in the face of the unknown* Captain, you are referring to the away team that went out to the unknown ship, then there *was* a medical contingent aboard Ma'am. I sent Lieutenant K'Vel and Senior Nurse Devon. Two very fine, promising officers from whose reports, I believe they were not only helpful but essential on more than one occasion when the need arose."
Chelsea felt a strange need for defensiveness as if she were being accused of some dereliction.
She continued with the rest of the picture as she saw it. "Dr Murdoch was operating to save the life of the Cardassian Ambassador. Dr Milarno was saving the lives and limbs of casualties from the same bombing incident. I believe I had all the emergencies of the day covered with some very expert, fully efficient teams and personnel Ma'am. Unless you believe I missed something that I should have been aware of?"
Tasha shrugged her shoulders.
"Commander, there is plenty that goes on within these walls that I am not aware of. What I am aware of....." Tasha paused hearing how stroppy she was sounding and shook her head. "I don't know what is ..... " She stumbled unable to momentarily form a coherent thought as if she was not fully in control. Her eyes darted around the room, seeing Lance and Ryan staring back at her. Her eye fell to the closest chair and she promptly stepped to it and sat.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, focusing inwards.
"This department is one of the most vital on this station. We have several ongoing operations that need a greater medical appearance." Her tone was a little softer as she emphasised each syllable. She opened her eyes and looked directly to Chelsea. "I need you to keep a watchful eye on everyone. Her head swivelled slowly around the other medical staff.
Lance had been leaning against the bulkhead, arms crossed, eye's partially closed. It had been a long day in surgery, but Captain Tahir's rant at Chelsea had caught his attention. Particularly as her gaze fell on him as she finished her sentence.
He uncrossed his arms and fixed the superior officer with a pointed stare, "And just what is THAT supposed to mean?" He asked disdainfully.
Rhiana walked in seeing the developing exchange "if you have time I could use some medical assistance." Holding up a bloody mess that was her hand.
Chelsea indicated to the Senior Specialist Nurse McBain who came across and began scanning Rhiana's hand. "If it needs surgery, call for us please?" Chelsea said and Ed nodded before guiding the wounded patient to a bio-bed for emergency assessment.
"Captain? Doctor Murdoch? Lt Milarno? Shall we discuss this in my office, rather than in front of the staff and patients?" Chelsea offered, opening her arm to indicate the office door, herding the brewing argument away from the eyes of the rest of the occupants of the large and busy facility.
"Now then..... can I offer anyone something to drink?" Ever the diplomat and soother of troubles, Chelsea was first to try to calm the atmosphere and get to the bottom of this. It wasn't like Tasha at all and the CMO had noticed signs that the Captain had been showing signs of stress lately. On the other hand, there had also been a lot of outbreaks of unaccustomed odd behaviour lately. Chelsea's mind was doing overtime wondering which was relevant with Tasha. ~Is she a woman on the edge?~
Before Chelsea could get the orders for drinks sorted, there was more about to break out.
Tasha eased herself into the chair on the opposite side of Chelsea's desk shaking her head at the offer of a drink, though truth be told, she could do with something to bolster her spirits.
"Doctor Murdoch, what I was about to say is that things are not just about what this department can do for itself, but what it should be doing for the station. There are several hundred crew men and women out there that will always require attention from medical staff, not just the well to do, or the ones that can offer something in return. We have over a thousand civilians that would also like a little attention and our directions should encompass all those around us that require that medical care." The words came out but Tasha was not even thinking about what she was saying, her thoughts were unusually centered on the hangar bay and her glib remarks were totally out of character for her, she would normally handle things with a great deal more tact and certainly not in this style.
"With all due respect Captain, I honestly feel we already meet and cater to all those duties and responsibilities here. This is a facility the size of an urban hospital and our staff are second to none in their diverse skills and unwavering dedication." Chelsea responded, calm but defensive in the same tone. She had faith in her staff and their achievements and she had no idea where Tasha was coming from with this.
While Tasha was looking at Chelsea, Lance mouthed "What the hell is her problem?" in his boss's direction.
Chelsea couldn't reply while she was in Tasha's main sight line but her face had trouble keeping its *Doctors' Mask*.
* * * * *
Back in the outer sickbay, Ed was running the scanner over Rhiana's hand again to gauge how much damage lay beneath all the blood that was very clearly making it look like a real mess.
"How did you manage this Ma'am?" Ed asked as he scanned the damage. "There are two.... five....six bones broken." he counted as the scanner revealed them. "I'm not sure I can just regenerate these, I'm going to speak to one of the Doctors and ask if it needs surgery...." Ed looked around as suddenly the Captain emerged and slammed past him. He raised both eyebrows and then stood at the doorway.
He popped his head inside the door, catching Ryan's eye as the person nearest to him, and beckoned to the ACMO and began to speak quietly to him just inside the doorway.
Ryan nodded and stepped away to the doorway and stood leaning in to listen to what Ed was saying, after listening and giving his nod of approval on a few questions Ed left.
* * * * * * * *
As the other's eyes were turned by the intrusion, Chelsea got a chance to shrug at Lance in answer but she couldn't say anything as the seconds of distraction were too brief for anything more.
The captain thought about her response for a moment, while the doctors were distracted. She had no idea what she was saying nor why she was saying it but as she had started down the path, she had to continue and put up a viable, if not useless defence for her recourse.
As the doctors in the room began to look back to her, she continued.
"You yourselves are not in question, but the department as a whole. Things here have become lax. Reaction times to the explosion on the promenade could have been one hundred percent more efficient. Medical expertise on saving lives far outweigh the importance of what is happening privately, never sure who is in charge, who is ultimately responsible." She turned her attention to Lance, "Some of you are far too cocky for your own good. One person is not above another in a sick bay," Her head eased around to Chelsea, "fraternising with pilots, ex lovers....."" Tasha stopped, something in her head screamed at her to back down, in her own voice as if calling from a distance.
Tasha blinked several times at she saw the dropped jaw on Chelsea and the muscles on Lances jaw tighten.
The captain stood, pulled at her tunic and strode out of sickbay, her own jaw quivering as she fought back the tears that began to sting her eyes.
Lance stared at Chelsea for several seconds, then forced his jaw to unclench. "What...just...happened?"
He looked around the room, "Anybody been performing unauthorised surgery? " He asked "Because clearly somebody put a stick up her...." his voice trailed off as Chelsea's gaze fell on him.
"Somebody should probably go after her." He added. "Somebody who... well you know... cares."
Chelsea stood shocked, affronted and deeply hurt. "It's not true. Where did she get all that? We treat EVERYONE, Starfleet and Civilians alike. We treat Diplomats, *the well-to-do*, even those on the lower levels who live in cardboard boxes! This is an incredibly efficient, professional and hard-working department and I can't believe ANYone would seriously scrutinise us and doubt that we go the extra mile!" She looked around in incredulity. "And what's all that about Pilots? What's this got to do with my husband?" she asked rhetorically working up a head of steam that was more likely to blow her fuses than Lance even at him most antagonistic. She had not failed to notice the irony of how it was Lance himself who was on her side for a change but she was too upset to comment on it yet.
* * * * * * *
Captain Tasha Tahir
Commander Karen Villers
Doctor Lance Murdoch
Head Surgeon
DS5
Commander Chelsea Dunham
CMO & 2nd Officer
Lieutenant Ryan Milarno
ACMO