Old Wounds

Posted on Mon May 20th, 2013 @ 6:23pm by Vice Admiral James K`Temoc Bremer & Commander Tressa Brislan

993 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Mission 82 - The Aggressor
Location: Stabase 400, various places
Timeline: Concurrent with Bremer's Meetings

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K’Temoc had just left the Yorktown. The new Defiant class ship was coming along nicely, and the new systems aboard her we coming along nicely. It was still be at least a few weeks before the ship would be launched and ready for her shakedown cruise though.

Her superstructure, outer hull, and most internal systems were installs, and crews were working to finish ‘fitting out’ the ship, as well as finish the last of the to her inner hull and bulkheads.

Today was the first day K’Temoc had been able to visit the new Yorktown’s Bridge, even though most of the stations and consoles hadn’t been installed yet, including the Captain’s Chair. Still, he was happy just to be aboard the ship, knowing it wouldn’t be too much longer before she was ready for space.

As he walked down the access way leading from the Yorktown to the airlock of Starbase 400, K’Temoc looked to his left and down at the USS Falcon, his first command. The Defiant class USS Falcon was still docked at Starbase 400 for overhaul, but had been sitting for over a month while the vessels actually assigned to Starbase 400 took priority. The Falcon was still without a Commanding Officer and crew, so the delay wasn’t really a problem, still it was a little unsettling to see the vessel, a veteran of the Dominion War and Borg invasion of 2381 just sit in dock collecting dust.

K’Temoc decided he would go aboard and see exactly what the Falcon needed in terms of work, when suddenly he was impacted by something and fell to the deck.

“Oh sir, Captain, umm are you okay? I didn’t see you!” A startled Crewman said as he came from around the antigrav cart he was pushing.

K’Temoc grabbed his right leg, where the cart had hit him…it was the same spot he’d been stabbed by Westmoreland several weeks before. “It’s alright Crewman, I should have been watching where I was going anyway.”

“Ah, Sir, you’re bleeding…I’m sorry Sir, I was just looking over at the Pegasus and Gladiator, it’s my fault.”

K’Temoc shook his head, “It’s alright, I’ll go to Sick Bay. You’re not in trouble.” He flashed a smile as the Crewman returned to the cart and continued down the access way.

K’Temoc stood all the way up and limped to the turbolift. A few minutes later, he limped into Sick Bay.

“Any body home?” He said aloud as he took a seat on one of the biobeds.

"Hello Captain," Tressa said as she walked over to the bed. She saw the blood stain spreading as he sat on the bed. "Will you lie down please? We'll just have a look at what happened here. Computer, begin scan from right hip to right tibialis posterior." The table glowed beneath her patient.

"May I ask what happened?" she enquired.

K’Temoc smirked, “I wasn’t looking where I was going and ran into a Crewman pushing an antigrav cart. The corner of the cart and one of the crates cut me, just happened to be there.” He pointed to his leg and shook his head. “I shouldn’t of been letting my mind wonder.”

"We've all been there," Tressa said with a smile. An image of the injured leg appeared on the screen behind the table.

"Bad news first, you have torn the newly healed lateralus muscle," she said, tracing the image with her finger. "Good news is we can repair it again. I'm going to cut the fabric and repair the muscle tissue first, then you get to spend some time in the dermal generator. You healed quickly after the last wound if I remember correctly?" she asked. While she spoke she prepped a hypospray and administered it at his right hip.

“Yes ma’am, rehabbed twice a day. Should it heal quickly again?” K’Temoc asked.

"Yes, your Klingon genetics are certainly an advantage. There is very little scarring from that wound," she said, opening the image further. A nurse had begun to cut away his pants leg, while a doctor cleaned the wound. "Are you comfortable, Captain?"

“As comfortable as I can be.” He replied with a smile. “Will this prevent me from doing my duties?” He knew he could write reports anywhere, and sit at a console in Ops if needed, but he was really more interested in getting aboard the Falcon and get started working.

"Only for the next hour and a half, then light duty for the rest of the day. No lifting, no staying on your feet for more than twenty minutes at a time, no exercise. I don't want to see this muscle injured again today or you will be my guest overnight," she said in her sternest voice. The Captain's look of chagrin made her smile, and she gave him a reassuring pat on the hand. "This will only take a moment," she said, picking up the laser.

Moments later the muscle was repaired, and the Captain was being fitted with a dermal generator.

"How does that feel?" Tressa asked. She had only given him a minimal anesthetic and rapid cell growth was sometimes uncomfortable.

"Better." K'Temoc replied as he flexed his leg muscles, then bent it at the knee. "Thank you."

"Excellent, now we just need to let the generator go to work and you should be on your way. You may make use of my office if you like, or you can relax in a quiet room and enjoy some music," the doctor said.

K'Temoc smiled, "A quiet room would be nice, and a PADD please."

Once he was settled, K'Temoc turned on some relaxing classical music at a low volume while he brought up the Falcon's last report when she'd docked at the Station, then started tapping on the PADD...

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