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Posted on 18 Feb 2020 @ 3:34am by Lieutenant Syvar MD

Mission: Mission 3 - Whom gods destroy ...
Timeline: MD 3 1010
1460 words - 2.9 OF Standard Post Measure

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Michael crawled along the jefferies tube checking the power conduits using the cyrosensor to track down the minor temperature fluctuation he had detected. Finding it, he made some adjustments, took another read. With a satisfied nod, Michael made his way to the jefferies tube access area and came out into the corridor. Shutting the panel and dusting off his uniform, Michael proceeded in the direction of the turbo-lift.

On his way, a tune came to his mind, and a memory popped up, that of dancing with the dark haired beauty, Captain Cara Letsul to the tune of Cheek to Cheek.

Heaven, I'm in Heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak;
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we're out together dancing, cheek to cheek

Heaven, I'm in Heaven
And the cares that hung around me thro' the week
Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak
When we're out together dancing, cheek to cheek

The lyrics swelled in his mind, Michael doing some dance steps down the corridor. As he rounded the curve of the corridor, the tune and dance steps abruptly stopped. There against the wall, lying on the floor was something he'd never thought he'd see yet. It was a... small dragon? A memory came to his mind, he had heard the tales of a small dragon which was aboard the ship. What was its name?

He quickly knelt beside the dragon to check on it, whispering "Are you Sherlock?"

The little blue wailed piteously, his eyes a whirl of colours. He tried to right himself but he kept falling over as one of his wings wouldn't respond to balance himself. He keened as he wobbled awkwardly towards the man.

"Here now, lets get you some help." Michael feeling very concerned as he gently picked up the little blue dragon. "How did this happen to you? I'll get you to sickbay, Syvar should be able to fix you up." as he carefully and quickly moved to the turbo lift, with the dragon cradled in his arms.

"Medical" Michael stated, and once the lift door opened, he went to medical, whispering soft comforting words to Sherlock. "You'll be fine soon"

"Syvar, Syvar, I need your help urgently!" Michael called out as soon as he stepped into Medical.

Urged on by the tone of voice, Syvar ran from his office. "Michael?" he called out, sizing the man up, "are you alright?" Only then did his eyes fall on the blue in his arms. "Put him on the bed... what happened? Where's Lieutenant Datari? I mean...if he knew his pet was injured he'd be here already.."

Gently putting Sherlock on the bed, Michael answered, anxiously looking at Sherlock then at Syvar. "I do not know what happened to him. I had come out of the jefferies tube, and walked around the corner heading to the turbo-lift, when I found Sherlock in the corridor, and I haven't seen Lieutenant Datari."

Taking off his gloves to make contact with the ailing creature, Syvar leaned forward a little. "Shhhh," he soothed as he stroked the creature's hide. "Touch him," he instructed Michael, "stroke his hide, speak soothing words to him." As he spoke he looked at his tricorder readings. "I'm going to set his wing and he'll not like that. Make sure he stays put, alright?"

Sherlock crooned and keened in varying pitch as he was touched. He could sense they meant well and wanted to help, but the pointy ear was not his master, and he couldn't communicate all that well to the pointy ear. His mind was chaotic and uncontrolled. Receptive and willing, but confused and scared. It scared him off, prevented him from contact.

Syvar continued to soothe him. "His name is Sherlock," he explained to Michael, "and though I haven't really had the privilege that often either I've had to examine him before. From what I understand, he's pretty intelligent and loyal. For him to be alone and injured, that means something bad has happened." He shuddered as he realized he knew who might've happened, instead.

Michael nodded, stroking Sherlock's hide, noting how soft the leathery skin felt, murmuring softly, "it will get better soon, Sherlock," humming a soothing lullabye that his mother had sang to him when a child and he had been scared of something. He remembered how his mother had told him that when he touched something, that it was best to make the touch comforting, soothing, putting concentration and breathing, sending out soothing energy towards any living creature. Even though he wasn't anyone who had psionics, he still firmly believed that a person can affect the harmonics of another, the person's chi like what he learned in Martial Arts.

Seeing the mini dragon respond to the touch, Syvar quickly straightened the wing and mended the bone before wrapping it in a tight bandage. "No flying for a few days Sherlock. You can stay here in sickbay until Aidan comes for you." He caressed the creature's headknob before gently pressing a hypospray against this hide. "This'll make you sleep lovely creature, just for a little while." He couldn't risk exposure, and he couldn't risk the creature going to the captain either. His safety was dependant on Amelia being safe.

He looked up at Michael. "Thank you for bringing him here, I'll take care of him for now. He'll sleep for a while anyway. How have you been? I don't think we've spoken again since we first met."

"I've been good, had helped the Captain to acquire a kitten for Lt. Keading, for a birthday present. Cute and lively." Michael grinned at the memory. "And no we've not spoken since we talked last. Speaking of which, we still need to make plans to do something, even if it is something on the holodeck."

"Yes...I'm aware of the cat..." He held back a smile at the mention of getting together, not certain it was safe to do so right now. Still he had to keep up appearances. "How about later today?" he asked, "after I've made sure Sherlock's alright and I've taken him home?"

"Sure ,later on today would be good."Michael replied, he had noted that Syvar wasn't seeming to be his upbeat enthusiastic self, like the last time they had spoken. He seemed to be a bit off. "Hey, is there something wrong? You seem a little bit tired, and a bit... I don't know..down. Haven't you been getting enough sleep?"

Startled, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, Syvar looked up. "I'm worried about the crew. Someone was exposed to something down there. And now this little guy was injured... I've been working too much probably." He sighed. "I'm just not feeling well, maybe I'm coming down with something," he lied. It was a half truth as his muscles were aching from the abuse caused by the agonizer. "I'll get some rest before we meet up alright?"

Michael nodded, looking back at Sherlock. "I hope the little one gets to feeling better and his owner will come check on him." He reaches over and touches Syvar's shoulder. "Thank you my friend, and if there is anything that is bothering you, let me know."

Syvar nodded slowly. "If there is, I will," he promised, though he already knew it was an idle promise. He shied away from the touch, however. "Please don't touch me," he requested, "I don't like people touching me."

Michael's face turned a crimson red, feeling embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry Syvar, I won't be doing that again. I had forgotten momentarily, that those who are....telepathically inclined are highly sensitive to other beings emotions and such. It was supposed to be a touch of comfort." Clearing his throat, "Forgive me."

The young Vulcan forced himself to smile. "It's alright," he conceded slowly. It wasn't necessarily that he didn't like to be touched, it was mostly that he was hurting and he didn't want to add to it by being touched. "As long as you're more mindful in the future, it's alright," he added, holding up a single gloved hand. "I wear these for a reason."

Michael gave a nod."I will be more mindful of that in the future." a notification popped up on his PADD. "our excursion on the holo-deck will probably be after my shift on the bridge. I'll see you later okay?"

Syvar nodded. "I'll meet you after your shift," he promised, though he wasn't sure if he was going to make that appointment. Not when everyone might be in danger.

Michael nodded and left Medical to go to the Bridge.

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Ensign Syvar
Acting CMO
pnpc Aidan

● “ Ensign Michael Hawkins“
Chief Operations Officer
USS Andromeda