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madimpossibledreamer) wrote2017-12-29 10:13 pm
madimpossibledreamer) wrote2017-12-29 10:13 pm
Entry tags:
The Time for Action
Main Points:
Star Trek (the 2009!movie verse) Cambion AU
Summary: The Starfleet doctor has an idea as to what's happened...
Word Count: 715
Rating: Teen; this particular arc's gonna get dark, people. (and it has begun.)
Also, does anyone have a preference for landing party (the original TOS) vs away team (introduced later but popular terminology)? I may very well have used them interchangeably along the way.
Warnings: OCD, nonconsensual drug use
Lieutenant Junior Grade Featherby, the doctor on the away team, approaches, and the half-Vulcan’s attention narrows to a laser focus. “Yes, Doctor?” he asks.
“Yes, sorry. I should have brought this up before now, but…” She’s wringing her hands.
“Spare the self-recriminations and state the problem,” he insists.
She draws herself up quickly, bringing herself back under control, and he admires the professionalism. For all of the Captain’s faults, his ship is populated by the (relatively) efficient members of Starfleet. Someone else would probably not have realized this was due to design.
“I may know the location of our Captain,” she continues. “It was an offhand remark. I thought nothing of it. One of the chaps mentioned seeing a temple, and Kirk laughed and said he’d be honored.”
It takes mere moments before Spock feels the Vulcan equivalent of adrenaline racing through his various blood vessels. His body is, naturally, preparing himself for action. “The Da`woat are violently atheistic.”
“He realized that, too, sir,” Featherby insists. “But the discrepancy combined with his natural curiosity would be enough to reel him in.”
Spock suppresses a human urge to swear—an illogical reaction, as it could not change the outcome—and nods coolly. “Understood. Wake the others, but be subtle. I do not wish to draw unwanted attention.”
Two of the away party appear restless, sitting far away from each other despite their marriage status. Abboud keeps staring at Nyota’s hair, and swallows at the level gaze she gives him. Still, he reports with the quiet and urgency the situation requires. “Commander Spock, there’s a mist rising quickly. One of the branches of science the Da`woat emphasize is meteorology. They completely control their weather. I had a couple meteorology classes during my archaeology studies mostly to learn the effects of weathering and I asked them about what types of weather were allowed. Mist or fog is not one of them. Either they have lost control of their equipment…”
“Or they’re doing it deliberately,” Spock continues.
Featherby starts swearing to herself and rummaging through her pack.
“Do you have something to share, Doctor?” he queries.
She shakes her head, mutters something about being a blithering idiot, and finally pulls a tricorder from her pack. She completes a scan, eyes brightening in triumph before she suddenly looks confused.
“Doctor?” he questions again, and her head snaps up.
“I know what they’re doing, but not why,” she reveals, rummaging around in her pack again. “I’m glad I’m OCD about bringing general antidotes with me, no matter how annoying most of the other symptoms are. That mist is an aerosolized aphrodisiac, which, disturbingly, seems to have mixed in a few Dawoathki blood platelets.” She eventually holds up four hyposprays and a number of bright teal colored pills. Rather ancient in terms of medical technology, but probably easier to store. Her hands are shaking slightly, but she continues in just as professional a tone. “I’ll have to talk to the ship’s psychologist later about whether or not I should bring one hypospray for every single away team member for every possible condition but right now this is what I’ve got. As discovered a while ago, hyposprays do better at acting quickly and distributing throughout the body, so we should probably have a quick discussion about who gets what.”
“Myself, Lieutenant Uhura, yourself, and…” he falters. It might be a good idea to save the last one for the Captain, but on the other hand the rest of the members of the away team need to function correctly in order to affect a rescue.
“Me,” Abboud insists suddenly. “I was sleeping at a slightly lower elevation than the rest of you, so I probably already have a higher exposure.”
Spock nods sharply, hoping that his human half is not affecting his decision, and quickly enough the hyposprays are administered and the pills are taken. He does his best to ignore the unprofessionalism of the two Ensigns who have moved together and are currently snuggling, the female biting the other’s ear, as they are not in control of their actions presently.
They’ll find the Captain.
Star Trek (the 2009!movie verse) Cambion AU
Summary: The Starfleet doctor has an idea as to what's happened...
Word Count: 715
Rating: Teen; this particular arc's gonna get dark, people. (and it has begun.)
Also, does anyone have a preference for landing party (the original TOS) vs away team (introduced later but popular terminology)? I may very well have used them interchangeably along the way.
Warnings: OCD, nonconsensual drug use
It is halfway through the night, and the Captain has yet to return. Spock stirs, restless. Usually, he at least makes an effort to appear for a night watch.
Lieutenant Junior Grade Featherby, the doctor on the away team, approaches, and the half-Vulcan’s attention narrows to a laser focus. “Yes, Doctor?” he asks.
“Yes, sorry. I should have brought this up before now, but…” She’s wringing her hands.
“Spare the self-recriminations and state the problem,” he insists.
She draws herself up quickly, bringing herself back under control, and he admires the professionalism. For all of the Captain’s faults, his ship is populated by the (relatively) efficient members of Starfleet. Someone else would probably not have realized this was due to design.
“I may know the location of our Captain,” she continues. “It was an offhand remark. I thought nothing of it. One of the chaps mentioned seeing a temple, and Kirk laughed and said he’d be honored.”
It takes mere moments before Spock feels the Vulcan equivalent of adrenaline racing through his various blood vessels. His body is, naturally, preparing himself for action. “The Da`woat are violently atheistic.”
“He realized that, too, sir,” Featherby insists. “But the discrepancy combined with his natural curiosity would be enough to reel him in.”
Spock suppresses a human urge to swear—an illogical reaction, as it could not change the outcome—and nods coolly. “Understood. Wake the others, but be subtle. I do not wish to draw unwanted attention.”
Two of the away party appear restless, sitting far away from each other despite their marriage status. Abboud keeps staring at Nyota’s hair, and swallows at the level gaze she gives him. Still, he reports with the quiet and urgency the situation requires. “Commander Spock, there’s a mist rising quickly. One of the branches of science the Da`woat emphasize is meteorology. They completely control their weather. I had a couple meteorology classes during my archaeology studies mostly to learn the effects of weathering and I asked them about what types of weather were allowed. Mist or fog is not one of them. Either they have lost control of their equipment…”
“Or they’re doing it deliberately,” Spock continues.
Featherby starts swearing to herself and rummaging through her pack.
“Do you have something to share, Doctor?” he queries.
She shakes her head, mutters something about being a blithering idiot, and finally pulls a tricorder from her pack. She completes a scan, eyes brightening in triumph before she suddenly looks confused.
“Doctor?” he questions again, and her head snaps up.
“I know what they’re doing, but not why,” she reveals, rummaging around in her pack again. “I’m glad I’m OCD about bringing general antidotes with me, no matter how annoying most of the other symptoms are. That mist is an aerosolized aphrodisiac, which, disturbingly, seems to have mixed in a few Dawoathki blood platelets.” She eventually holds up four hyposprays and a number of bright teal colored pills. Rather ancient in terms of medical technology, but probably easier to store. Her hands are shaking slightly, but she continues in just as professional a tone. “I’ll have to talk to the ship’s psychologist later about whether or not I should bring one hypospray for every single away team member for every possible condition but right now this is what I’ve got. As discovered a while ago, hyposprays do better at acting quickly and distributing throughout the body, so we should probably have a quick discussion about who gets what.”
“Myself, Lieutenant Uhura, yourself, and…” he falters. It might be a good idea to save the last one for the Captain, but on the other hand the rest of the members of the away team need to function correctly in order to affect a rescue.
“Me,” Abboud insists suddenly. “I was sleeping at a slightly lower elevation than the rest of you, so I probably already have a higher exposure.”
Spock nods sharply, hoping that his human half is not affecting his decision, and quickly enough the hyposprays are administered and the pills are taken. He does his best to ignore the unprofessionalism of the two Ensigns who have moved together and are currently snuggling, the female biting the other’s ear, as they are not in control of their actions presently.
They’ll find the Captain.