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ten_fwd2015-06-02 12:19 am
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[Ten Forward:] Arrival of Starfleet Brass
Picard re-enters Ten Forward tonight, this time leading a group of three. Only one appears to be in a Starfleet uniform, though it isn't precisely like the ones guests see every day. The color is command red, but there is extensive gold trimming which indicates that this officer is of a higher rank than any the Enterprise entertains on a daily basis.
"All of our guests, at one time or another, come to Ten Forward," Picard tells them. He looks tired already. After this, he will certainly need a cup of earl grey tea. "Most appear here on their first visit to the ship, and as such it's one of the few places they are allowed until they pass quarantine."
"Until you let them loose on the rest of the ship, and even give them employment, you mean?" the Vice Admiral counters.
Captain Picard sighs.
"Are the displaced guests allowed to mingle with the rest of the complement?" the woman asks, surprised. She stifles a yawn behind her hand, embarrassed by the slip. She's inexplicably tired all of a sudden.
"Yes, of course," Captain Picard answers. "The alternative would be keeping them under lock and key. We don't allow them in restricted areas, of course, but they are free to visit any civilian areas of the ship."
The third person among them, by far the most innocuous and average-looking of the group, slips into the crowd.
"Clearly we have a lot of work ahead of us," the Vice Admiral sighs, fixing Picard with a pointed look.
[ooc: ~casually floods the comm with Picard's face, oops~ OK, so here's the promised arrivals post for your June plots. If you're getting your characters involved in the little rascals plot, you can send one around to bump into one of our three NPCs. By tomorrow, you'll all look a little younger. If you signed up for an encounter with one of these officers, you can start first impressions here. We'll be sending links to a more formal "questioning" for all characters in the sign-ups post. This is NOT your only opportunity to get in on the kid plot. Once the first few tag in, they will be contagious and tagging them in their logs will pass the virus onto your characters. If this post gets flooded we may close it to new tags, just so we can give everyone who does tag in our full attention. If you want a thread with one NPC in particular, let us know in the subject line of your tag, otherwise we'll pull one from the random hat for you. Picard is not open for tags, but he does have an OTA post here if you need him.]
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"If you're right, we'll likely need an engineer here as well," Beverly says as she drops to examine the second woman. She doesn't know about Lal's presence here, doesn't know that there's another android aboard other than Data. "Did she tell you her name?"
Carefully, every inch the doctor she is, Beverly moves to rest her hands against the woman's head, keeping her grip loose enough that the movement isn't being stopped. Her touch is only meant to prevent further damage if the convulsions begin again. In about another minute, she'll start looking for a way to figure out if she is an android-type or a biological lifeform.
"Did you call sickbay?" she asks after a brief pause, knowing that this question will likely bring up questions, but it isn't as though her status as relieved of duty is exactly a secret, especially given the lack of a combadge on her chest. She expects the answer to be "yes" -- it's a dumb question for a Starfleet officer -- but part of the reason she asked was so she'll know who to expect to come bursting in on them. She's finding she does better with interactions lately if she knows they're going to happen.
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"No. She said she was on her way to Sickbay. I stopped the lift when I thought it was a panic attack and signaled -"
It's then she notices that Beverly is missing something. The pause is brief because Yar doesn't care right now. Beverly is someone to be trusted without hesitation. She takes off her newly-earned back com and hands it to the older woman. "They're on their way. What do you need from me?"
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"Did someone call for Engineering?"
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Klingon. Huh...
"She's likely bio-mechanical," Tasha repeats.
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Luckily though, it seems to be winding down. Her motions slow, until finally her limbs, then her head, come to a stop. Should her vitals be checked, her biofeedback would register that her signs are returning to normal.
If they didn't already know better, they might think she's just sleeping.
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"I hope she is or we've got a medical emergency on our hands." Seizures from the look of it, which was why she had elected to gently hold the woman until she stopped writhing and twitching. If she was human, the writhing would be as much of a threat to her as anything else.
"If you're an engineer, I'll need your help. My cybernetics hobby only goes so far."
As for Tasha, Beverly glances in her direction and offers a tight-lipped half-smile as she holds onto the com for now. It might come in handy soon. "We might need another set of hands." So please don't go anywhere.
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Captain? Speaking strictly as Security Chief, how much can you trust Data now?
She had hated herself for asking that when Lore was assembled; hated discovering torn loyalties in herself, but she had needed to question. It was a sad reality of her position then, and, now that she's again wearing this uniform, it's a possibility in the here and now.
Silently, she nods to Dr. Crusher. Let's hope it doesn't come to that.