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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Epi S: [Day 03 | 0615] A Man's Purpose

Last post by Eden - February 10, 2026, 02:21:54 AM

Lt. JG Callax Valin | Recovery Ward | Deck 11 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] @Ellen Fitz
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"Good."

Though there was no outward reaction, Cal could sense the finality of his acceptance in the commander's exhalation. His wings were officially clipped and he would be beginning a new life.

The commander continued, detailing the duties of the position and the necessity to begin immediately. Cal listened intently, gaze never straying from that of the senior officer. If he was to be a glorified paper pushing secretary-bureaucrat, he would be the best damned paper pushing secretary-bureaucrat there was. That was just how he was. Whatever task was placed in front of him, he not only wanted to complete it successfully but to go above and beyond. To be the very best.

Cal sat up a bit straighter in the biobed. Though his body still felt broken, it responded to his commands. An improvement. He would walk again, yes, but it would take time for his motor functions to return to their original state. Weeks if not months of physical therapy awaited him as he regained strength in his limbs. If he could speed up that process he would. Whatever it would take.

“...So I need to ask,” Cross said finally. “Not as your superior, but as the man you just agreed to work with.” His gaze held. “Can you handle that?”

"Without a doubt, sir."

Truth be told, Cal ached to be able to do something. Anything. He hated being confined to a biobed. Even the task of reviewing reports and schedules was preferable to the hell that was invalidism.

"Let's get started."

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Epi S: [Day 03 | 0800] Meeting of the Minds

Last post by Pierce - February 09, 2026, 07:33:55 PM

[ Lt. JG Ashley Kerina | Deck 01 | Conference Lounge | USS Theurgy ] Attn: [Show/Hide]

Attn: @Brutus @Nesota Kynnovan @chXinya @Eirual @Ellen Fitz

Ashley had made her way through the massive starship to the Conference Lounge on Deck 01 after stumbling around and having to ask the computer where to direct herself. She admired the beauty and the sheer engineering of this ship in her very short time aboard. Thankfully, Alana had gotten her acquainted and brought her here, but she didn't quite understand the mission of the Theurgy. She'd heard rumblings while on Romulus, but nothing that alluded to what they were doing as a ship on the run.

Finally finding the Conference room after running through corridors, she'd managed to get to the door, catch her breath, albeit briefly, and try to slyly step inside. She felt as if she were still at the academy, reading in the library, and missing class on account of information she'd gotten too involved with. The moment of truth had arrived, and she stepped through the threshold of the doors that swished open.

Inside stood various members of the science team and a man in the lead who looked not too pleased with her tardiness, to which she waved and attempted to slide into the back of the group sheepishly. "I apologize, I'm still getting my bearings, only being here a couple of hours now."

She observed some puzzled looks at her appearance that screamed different despite the Orion appearance; she had the pointed ears and eyebrows of a Romulan/Vulcan by appearance standards. Fearing that she may have slightly misread the situation, she forgot protocol as she'd not been on a starship in a short while. "Lt. Junior Grade Ashley Kerina reporting for duty, sir. I specialize in cybernetics." She stated calmly, awaiting the official welcome aboard, and anticipated the briefing she was no doubt late for.

Kerina hoped for quick acclimation in the department as right as of this moment, the only crew member she really knew and not all that well, was Lt. Commander Alana Pierce.

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: EPI S: [Day 03 | 0415] Bubble-suit Bitchassness

Last post by ob2lander961 - February 07, 2026, 05:24:37 PM

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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHWAAAAHHHHHHAGH...WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME"!! Via whined loudly into the void, hoping someone would hear her cries for help...while Charles, exhausted, painfully endured those same cries, propped up against a stack of medical crates filled with hypo sprays and other medical equipment. They were both wrapped up in plastic like bubble suits in their underwear, looking rather fatigued from a combination of the previous battle and the injuries they sustained, and having not slept properly in the last 24 hours. In short, they were both on a short fuse.

"Perhaps, ma'am, you shouldn't've called that nurse a 'bitchass' then, and got us shoved in the supply closet." There was a heavy sense of weariness in his voice.

"Well, his ass was! I ain't gonna lie to him." Via snapped back. "He was rude and buttin' his in on our discussion."

"It wasn't a discussion, ma'am; it was you saying something outlandishly wrong, and me trying to correct you. I don't know why I tr-"

"My ass is right! If Humans already are already like 90% water, then there is no reason to drink more. Your ass will explode. I told you I learned this in school." From a certain point of view, Via was correct in the context of her home planet. Pure, clean Water was a luxury, and it was common practice to avoid consuming it due to the toxicity of public sources. Many would exploit that need for water.

Charles gave an audible, exasperated sigh.

"I can drink as many energy drinks as I want! Bein' 'dehydrated' is a Ferengi scam to sell you fake disgustin' sewage."

Charles spoke up "Things you learn at school can be wrong!"

"Nuh-uh! That makes no sense. Why would teachers lie, huh? Thinkin' our professors at the academy can be wrong?"

"Wha- no-... I mean-" Charles stammered

Via started at Charles with a growing smugness on her face

"Ye-...I mean-

"Hmhmm..."

"It is so much more complicated-

"Uh-huh..."

"You are wrong, it's not the same." Charles affirmed.

"No one's ass likes a sore loser Beachhead..."

"I wonder if there is an exposed power conduit I can chew on in here..."

Then suddenly, the door opened, revealing a very familiar face, which gave both of the wolves a sense of hope that they were going to leave this makeshift jail cell sometime soon.

"SHADOW!! You are alive!!!" She said with genuine glee, but quickly switched priorities, realizing her escape was in sight. "Get us out of here!"

"Ma'am, bloody hell, we are so glad to see you. Could you possibly explain to the medical staff that this is all a giant misunderstanding -"

"Ain't nothin' misunderstandin' about it they are-"

"PLEASE, MA'AM, JUST TELL THEM WE ARE SORRY AND THAT WE WILL BEHAVE"!!

"LISTEN! All them nuses are pushovers. Between the two of us, our asses can take em'. Just get us out of these dumbass suits!" Via tried to break out of her plastic "restraints" to no avail.

They spoke to their hero in question quickly, overlapping each other with franticness in their voices

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Epi S: [Day 03 | 0800] Meeting of the Minds

Last post by Nesota Kynnovan - February 05, 2026, 02:47:50 AM

[Lieutenant Dr. Nathan Frost, Ph.D. | Deck 01 | Conference Lounge | USS Theurgy]
[Attn: @Brutus, @Pierce, @chXinya, @Eirual, @Ellen Fitz]

One by one, the other scientists began to arrive in the briefing room. In between two sips of coffee, Frost saw how Mia Dunne arrived at the briefing and a small smile appeared on his face. He’d met the blonde-haired Xenoanthropologist in the Archeology Lab just hours before, and thus far she was one of the few people he knew by name. When she spoke up however, mentioning how he was in the wrong place, he realized that he never properly introduced himself to the woman; granted, she knew his name, but he never told her that he was the new Acting Chief Science Officer because he’d only learned that himself an hour before the briefing even began. ”Good morning, Miss Dunne.” As he spoke up, Frost got out of his chair and presented the woman with a smile that was somewhat more genuine than the semi-insulted one he’d presented to the scruffy-looking scientist earlier. ”I can assure you that I’m in the right place. Please,” Frost gestured towards one of the empty seats. ”Take a seat and help yourself to a cup of coffee.”

As Frost sat down, he noticed how Lieutenant Junior Grade Morwen Angharad briefly waved at Mia and welcomed her with a friendly ”Hey Mia!” While he chose to disregard it, that small gesture was enough to remind Frost of the relative loneliness of his position; the scientists in this room went through a lot together and here he was, the person who was supposed to tell them what to do as Acting Chief Science Officer. It were some pretty big shoes to fill and, while there was no doubt in his own mind that he wouldn’t only be able to do that but also quickly outgrow those shoes, it was an entirely different story to convince them of the fact.

The next scientist to arrive didn’t acknowledge any of them but instead made a straight line towards the replicator. While the Canadian didn’t show it, the man’s appearance shocked him a little bit; while his blue eyes carefully looked over the man -he couldn’t tell whether he was a Romulan or a Vulcan- a part of him genuinely worried that the scientist might keel over and give them all the ghost at any moment now. Everyone looked just as bad as the USS Theurgy itself but this man, whom Frost now incorrectly assumed was Vulcan due to the simple fact that he wouldn’t let something as illogical as near-death keep him from attending a briefing, definitely raised the bar. It actually made him feel a little bad for calling the briefing this early. As the Vulcan sat down and drank his soup in silence, Frost presented the man with a nod and a friendly ”Good morning.” before turning his blue-eyed attention back to his PADD as not to stare. He made sure to sneak the occasional worried glance just to make sure that the man was still with them though.

When the next scientist entered, an Andorian who looked just as scruffy as everyone else, Frost actually learned something. Apparently, there was a Science Conference Room somewhere aboard this massive ship. The Canadian made a mental note of this and brought his coffee cup to his lips, only to discover mid-sip that it was already empty, and while he poured himself a refill from one of the coffee cans on the table he turned his blue-eyed attention onto the man. He noticed that the Andorian was replicating himself a brew of his choice, but when the man sat down next to the scruffy scientist, Frost presented him with a smile. ”Good morning.” As he spoke, his Canadian-accented voice matched the friendly smile on his face. ”Don’t worry, we’re still waiting on some of the others to arrive. Please make yourself comfortable while we wait for them.”

It would only be a couple of minutes before the final three scientists arrived. Frost had also met them when he made his assessment of the ship’s science facilities hours earlier and he knew them as Crewman Holly Kane, whom he’d met in the Hydroponics Bay alongside the botanical technician, Crewman Amy Jenson. The fact that they decided to attend the briefing together was a sign that things in the Hydroponics Bay might have been worse than he’d initially assessed and it made the Canadian Immunologist slightly uncomfortable. The last scientist to walk through the door, right behind the two women, was Crewman Luther Ford, the librarian. When the doors closed behind him, Frost rose from his seat and presented the three Crewmen with a friendly nod. ”Ah, Miss Kane, Miss Jenson and Mister Ford. Good morning.” While he spoke, Frost gestured towards the empty chairs in the room. ”Please, take a seat and help yourself to a cup of coffee.”

Contrary to when he’d welcomed the other scientists, Frost didn’t took his own seat but instead waited for the three Crewmen to be seated. After they had taken their seats and were all cradling a cup of coffee like it was the essence of life, which the bitter liquid essentially was, the Canadian cleared his throat and addressed everyone all at the same time. ”Good morning everyone, and thank you for attending this Science briefing at such an early hour.” Under normal circumstances, Frost wasn’t nearly as good with people. Yet, as he spoke, his Canadian-accented voice was friendly because he realized only too well that the people in this room had been through a lot; it was something he respected, and it showed. Despite the early hour. ”Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Doctor Nathan Frost and, as of one hour ago, I’m the Acting Chief Science Officer, pro tem. I wasn’t briefed on what happened to the previous Chief Science Officer, all I know is that Commander Cross assigned me to temporarily manage the affairs of the Science Department until further notice.”

While he spoke, Frost slowly switched his blue-eyed attention between each of the scientists; trying to read their facial expressions as he went. He didn’t know the previous Chief Science Officer, not even their name, but as he looked at the faces of the other scientists he knew that they were his people, at least for now, and it filled him with a sense of pride that they were here in the Conference Lounge after everything they’d been through. As he thought that, his blue eyes briefly came to rest upon the Vulcan just to make sure that the man hadn’t passed away in the meantime. It turned out he hadn’t, and at that moment the Canadian Immunologist swore to himself that he’d try to do right by these people.

”Right, let’s get to business.” As he spoke, Frost’s Canadian-accented voice didn’t hint at his sense of pride; it was instead relatively curt and neutral. ”Commander Cross has given me a preliminary damage report of our science facilities.” The holographic projector in the middle of the briefing room table began to show the holographic projection of the USS Theurgy which Commander Cross had shown him earlier. The Science facilities were coloured in different shades of red and orange, and Frost nodded at the projection before continuing. ”I performed visual assessments of some laboratories earlier this morning and there’s a lot of work ahead of us.” For a brief moment, his Canadian-accented tone softened a little. ”I can’t begin to imagine what you’ve all been through, but know that I deeply respect every sacrifice you’ve made. We need our facilities operational again though, so I would like to ask each of you to tell me what you need and how I can help you to get your laboratories up and running again.”

Frost highlighted the first section of the holographic display, which then zoomed in on a laboratory which was displayed in a normal shade of blue. ”During my assessment of the Chemistry, Xenobiology and Cybernetics laboratories, I couldn’t detect any damage. It appears that these facilities made it through the battle in one piece.” Having said that, Frost zoomed out again to display the entire USS Theurgy before zooming in on a different laboratory; the Xenozoology Lab. ”I would like to give the word to Mister Zarqan.” Frost then turned his attention to the Benzite scientist and sat down in his seat.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Zarqan rose from his seat and Frost saw how he was presented with a polite nod. ”The Xenozoology Lab didn’t take direct damage, but we did experience a loss of power during the fighting.” The Canadian Immunologist could see how Zarqan grimaced as he spoke. It was obvious that the gash in the man’s face was still painful. ”As a result, we suffered a catastrophic containment breach and several of our specimens escaped. Now, we managed to recapture most of them, but there’s one in particular that continues to evade us. A Vole; a burrowing, mole-like organism with a preference for circuitry.” Upon his arrival, Zarqan had mentioned that his facial injury was caused by Vole hunting. Frost now understood what he’d meant with that, but he wondered why Security or Engineering hadn’t dealt with the problem and instead told Zarqan to deal with it by himself. As if the man had read his mind, the Benzite spoke up once more. ”We tried to reach out to our colleagues in the Engineering Department, but they are currently too overburdened with damage control as it is and Security has no one to spare either. We basically got told that, since the Vole escaped from our laboratory, it’s our responsibility. We can call upon them once we recapture it and they promised to put any reported damage to their to-do list.” While the Benzite spoke, Frost noticed how the man turned his attention towards him. ”We’re trying our best to recapture the Vole, but any help you can spare would be appreciated.”

As Lieutenant Junior Grade Zarqan sat down again, Frost made some quick notes on his PADD to summarize what the Xenozoologist had told him. A burrowing creature with a preference for circuitry was problematic, and he’d have to see what the other scientists were dealing with before he could assign someone to assist with the Vole hunt. In the worst case scenario, Frost knew that he could report to Commander Cross and ask for assistance, but he very much preferred to keep things in-house as much as possible. He was actually considering to delegate the Vole hunt to Ensign Dunne, at least based on the visual assessment he’d made of her laboratory, but that was pending her own report. Before that, Frost turned his attention to the scruffy scientist (Morali) who had entered earlier. ”I don’t believe we’ve met yet. Could you tell me your name, your specialized field, an update on the status of your laboratory and what you need to get it operational again?”

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Epi: S [Day 03 | 0145] By these wounds...

Last post by Dumedion - February 04, 2026, 07:08:01 PM

In the privacy of the operating room, backlit with warm-toned lighting and the hum of the distant warp cores, she worked with urgent but methodical haste. The patient – Ardanan male, designation: Valin, Callax – had been prepped and positioned comfortably upon the operating table, suitably dressed in a surgical gown which allowed adequate access to treatment whilst maintaining an appropriate level of dignity within acceptable cultural respect for exposure. Such data varied from species to species, circumstance to circumstance, yet the attempt to ensure adherence to what might appear to be a ‘minor concern’ had been coded into her highest operating sub-routines; trust and respect were paramount – healing required a functional, mutually efficient co-operative relation between patient and practitioner.

Still, it was...enjoyable.

Vi-Nine turned her ocular lens down to the patient with a purred tilt of her head, followed by a slow nod of reassurance. Within her field of vision, white screeds of text flowed at the border of the visual feed: vital stats, cortical activity, atmospheric data – all fed directly into her primary processing matrix via high-rate proximity upload.

“I must say, you have the most beautifully unique neurological chemistry,” Vi confessed, tone and speech pattern accented with the emotional and physical equivalent of a woman speaking through a shy smile of honest appreciation. The back of her hand rested on the patient’s forehead in a gentle press, sensoria plates within scanning deep into the electric soup of biochemical signals within. She read a mixed emotional state there, clouded with an altered state of consciousness, all within acceptable parameters. “I encourage you to relax and trust in me to perform my function now, Mr. Valin. Nice, slow breaths – you will discover the atmospheric composition altered to that of your home world – a curtesy I hope you find... pleasurable.”

While she spoke, beyond the wounded pilot’s line of sight, Vi-Nine quietly deployed a multitude of mechanized surgical devices from the tips of her ceramite-sheathed fingers: various tendrils of black and white plated tools of her trade. Slowly, the bio-bed altered position, locking the patient in a spread-eagled position as various neuro-block shackles clicked into place at the biceps and thighs.

The surgeon emitted a soft sigh, vocalized as a purr of contentment at the pilot’s reaction. “Oh, there’s no reason to fret,” her lens blinked slowly, as his wounds were encased in a bio-synthetic mix of restorative jelly, cool to the touch. Vi-Nine initiated contact with his chest wound via a port interface, tissue regenerators and micro-vesicular replicators working in a blur of nano-scaled choreography to repair and reconstruct the wound with a hum of pleasure, while the fingers of her free hand stroked the pilot’s cheek tenderly. “This won’t take long at all, I promise.”

Slowly, the wound began to seal from within.

“Such a rarity, having a patient to talk to,” Vi-Nine giggled shyly. “Over 92 percent are unconscious or rendered so by necessity. I hope you agree with this vocal exchange of information? Perhaps…would you tell me a story? Something of your home world, or…yourself,” she whispered dreamily, curiosity at odds with the throaty huskiness of pleasure. “Data recollection of historically emotional significance is among the highest proven cognitive method of temporal disassociation among organics, after all,” the android added through a breathy exhalation, while her free hand lifted from the patient’s head with a hum of assurance.

While she waited for his response, that same hand deployed its own arrangement of tools as it moved across the pilot’s torso on its path south, then slipped into the bloodied mess of his left thigh to begin the restorative work therein without further preamble.

[…Meanwhile | LT Arven Leux | Outside Surgical Suite 01]
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In the moments of frantic but controlled activity that had followed Zark’s crash and subsequent revival, the team had managed to stabilize the zhen enough to move the patient. Arven’s sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, splattered with blue-black blood while he worked.

“Lets go, OR1 is primed,” someone called out as the door swished open.

“Move,” Leux nodded, then waved everyone not essential off. “Brown, with me.”

Together they slid the bed into position and locked the unconscious Andorian into place, then promptly began to suit up and scrub up for surgery. Arven spoke over his shoulder before the door closed, pausing to wipe the sweat from his stubbled face and chin on his sleeve.

“Have a space cleared in ICU – swap someone to one of the other vector’s bays if needed – full hookups, the works; and stand-by for code so don’t get busy,” he told them, then glanced at the other’s Zark had come in with. “Non-essentials clear the area, unless their useful,” he added with a nod to his staff just as the doors closed.

It would be some time later before the Doctor emerged; the exact duration of time proved elusive to Arven’s memory. Zark, whom he counted among the most capable and valued members of the ship’s dwindling medical personnel, would be interred into the ICU for the foreseeable future while her body healed in a medically induced coma; such was the gravity of her wounds and the necessary consequence thereof - its duration unknown. The next twenty-four hours would determine much, and require constant observation, but Arven stood by what he had declared earlier:

Zark didn’t die today, he sighed, washing the blood from his wrists. “Good work,” the Doctor nodded to the Nurse beside him, almost as an afterthought. Brown, for his part, visibly frowned at the comment due to its absolute rarity - after all, this was praise coming from a man who couldn't be bothered to remember the names of people he worked with on a daily basis.

The moment passed however, as Arven turned and left the suite without another word, bound for cryo, to see what he’d missed in his absence.

OOC - realized I left everyone in awkward postions, so I hope this is better. @RyeTanker as discussed, I leave the length of Zark's sleepy-time up to you. @Eden have fun lol

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Epi S: [Day 03 | 0800] Meeting of the Minds

Last post by chXinya - February 04, 2026, 01:09:02 AM

[Ens. Irnashall “Shall ch’Xinya | Conference Lounge | Deck 01 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy] attn: @Brutus @Pierce @Eirual @Nesota Kynnovan

One more time, the doors slid open with their signature swoosh sound to admit one last attendee: the tall, blue skinned Andorian with only one antenna and the stub of another framing the disheveled white hair hanging loosely down his back. His hand quickly moved away from where it had been pressing against his side, his pride straightening his back so that he could walk in as if everything was perfect. “Apologies,” Shall started, spotting faces old and new. “I went to the science conference room first by mistake.” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been among this many of his fellow scientists, their department was small and he kept to himself for the most part, usually just sending in his reports and any material requests via text.

Seeing Hirek moving away from the replicator and noting mugs of various designs already sitting in front of most attendees, Shall made the assumption that he was clear to get his own morning stimulant of choice, so he stepped up. “Andorian katheka, double strong.” A moment later a steaming mug of his own was in his hand, antenna perking up just at the strong scent of his homeland. Grabbing the nearest seat (which just happened to be right next to Sarresh) he winced just a little as his barely-patched wound tried to twist itself open again.

“So what’s the plan from here?”

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Epi S: [Day 03 | 0800] Meeting of the Minds

Last post by Ellen Fitz - February 03, 2026, 05:24:44 PM

[ Hirek tr’Aimne | Conference Lounge | Deck 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Brutus @Pierce @chXinya @Eirual @Nesota Kynnovan

The doors sighed open. Hirek tr’Aimne stepped through them on stubborn momentum alone.

Bone-tired didn’t begin to cover it. His body felt like a poorly reconstructed schematic—stress fractures never properly sealed, internal diagnostics screaming quietly in the background while he pretended not to hear them. The Allegiant’s field patches had kept him functional, technically alive, but no one with a medical license had ever cleared him. The Tal’Shiar’s interrogation protocols hadn’t exactly prioritized long-term survivability, and whatever had cracked in his ribs back on Romulus still ground together every time he drew a deeper breath than strictly necessary. There was a pressure beneath his sternum that worried him in the abstract, filed away as potential internal bleed, thoracic cavity, but it hadn’t dropped him yet. That meant—by every metric that mattered lately—it wasn’t urgent.

He was still standing. Still thinking. Still useful. Sickbay could wait. Especially since he presumed it to be overrun with more grieviously wounded at the moment anyway.

His eyes swept the conference room in a single, efficient scan. Faces catalogued. Absences noted. Too many empty chairs. He made the quiet, automatic calculation—who should have been there, who wasn’t—and arrived at the obvious conclusion without ceremony. Dead. Most of them.

No outward reaction followed. No tightening of the jaw, no flare of grief. That accounting had been done already, elsewhere, when the smoke was thicker and the blood was fresher. There was nothing left to spend on it now.

Without introduction, without acknowledging Frost’s lab coat or Morali’s presence or Dunne’s barely restrained irritation, Hirek turned toward the replicator. He keyed in a command sequence by muscle memory alone.

“Romulan broth. Personal program. Heated.”

The replicator hummed, and the smell hit him a second later—salty, mineral-rich, faintly bitter. It was the first real food he’d had since returning to the Theurgy. His stomach twisted unpleasantly, but that was expected. If Starfleet expected him to continue operating at even a marginal level of competence, sustenance was non-negotiable.

He took the bowl, ignored the faint tremor in his hands, and crossed the room. Morali was closest. Hirek barely knew the man beyond reputation and scattered temporal briefings, but proximity was proximity. He took the seat beside him without comment, set the bowl down, and finally allowed himself to exhale as he lifted the spoon. The first swallow burned all the way down. Good. That meant he was still present in his body.

He drank slowly, methodically, eyes lowered, saying nothing to anyone. Conversation flowed around him—barbed, tired, defensive—but he didn’t join it. Right now, his priorities were brutally simple: stay upright, stay conscious, stay useful.

Later—when this meeting ended, when the next crisis didn’t immediately demand his attention—he would probably go to Sickbay. Probably admit that something inside him was still very wrong.

For now, he drank his soup.

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Epi S: [Day 03 | 0800] Meeting of the Minds

Last post by Eirual - February 02, 2026, 02:44:00 AM

[Ens Mia Dunne | Deck 01 | Conference Lounge | USS Theurgy]
[Attn: @Brutus, @Pierce, @chXinya, @Ellen Fitz, @Nesota Kynnovan ]

Mia dragged herself to the meeting. She’d been cleaning up the Geology lab, and then her own quarters, which hadn’t fared much better. And that was after she’d spent time assisting in medical where she could. And to make matters worse, something, or someone, had been making weird noises all night. If she didn’t know any better, she would say something had been chewing on wires in the walls. But that was impossible, right?

All she wanted to do right now was to rest. But that was not going to happen any time soon. Not with this meeting called by the Chief of Science. “It should have been Tyreke in charge,” she said quietly to herself, the feeling of sorrow blooming in her chest at his loss. If she’d been in charge, she would have thought having a meeting right now was probably the last thing they needed. And maybe she was still upset about Tyreke’s death and just wasn’t in the mood to deal with her department chief. Not that the half android had done anything to assist during this whole disaster.

She sighed heavily as she tugged on her uniform slightly before entering the conference room. “It’s way to early,” she grumbled to herself tiredly. She allowed her gaze to go to the others and gave them a nod, almost giving Morali a smile, “Good to see you Sarresh.” She gave a quick nod to those already in the room and took a seat opposite a new face. She had to read his coat to see his name, Frost. He looked more like he should be in medical and not in science, since his while lab coat and Immunology embroidered on it. Her attention turned to the blue-eyed man in the white lab coat and she frowned, “Are you sure you are in the right place? This is supposed to be a science department meeting,” she asked, her eyes narrowing as she looked at his too pristine lab coat, “Medical is likely somewhere else.”

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Epi S: [Day 03 | 0800] Meeting of the Minds

Last post by Nesota Kynnovan - February 02, 2026, 01:08:32 AM

[Lieutenant Dr. Nathan Frost, Ph.D. | Deck 01 | Conference Lounge | USS Theurgy]
[Attn: @Brutus, @Pierce, @chXinya, @Eirual, @Ellen Fitz]

When he heard the signature hydraulic hiss of the doors, Frost looked up from the display of his PADD and turned his blue-eyed attention in the direction of the door. His blue-eyed gaze came to rest upon a tired, maybe even somewhat scruffy looking man wearing the blue uniform of the Science Department and, in an attempt to build rapport, Frost had been about to rise from his seat to welcome the newly arrived scientist to the meeting.

And then the scientist spoke up. Frost found himself somewhat caught off-guard by the man’s words, half-expecting to be welcomed like the greatest event to befall sentient life since the invention of sliced bread, and he briefly turned his gaze to the other two scientists in the room to gauge their reactions. He found that Lieutenant Junior Grade Angharad had looked at the doors to see who had entered and now presented the scientist with a friendly wave. Lieutenant Junior Grade Zarqan hadn’t even bothered to look up but was idly stirring his coffee instead. It were the kind of reactions that made Frost realize that the scientist’s question maybe hadn’t been entirely out of place, especially given what the crew of the USS Theurgy had been through these last couple of months. Swallowing the indignation he’d initially felt boiling up inside him, Frost rose from his seat and presented the scientist with a smile. ”My name is Nathan Frost.” As he spoke, Frost’s Canadian-accented voice matched the smile on his face and both got more friendly as he went on. ”Thank you for joining us, help yourself to a cup of coffee and take a seat.” With those words, Frost gestured towards one of the many empty seats before sitting back down and reaching for his own cup of coffee.

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Epi S: [Day 03 | 0320] The Lab Assessment

Last post by Nesota Kynnovan - February 02, 2026, 12:24:44 AM

[Lieutenant Dr. Nathan Frost, Ph.D. | Deck 07 | Archeology & Geology Lab | USS Theurgy]
[Attn: @Eirual]

Thinking he was all by himself in the laboratory, Frost was startled when he was proven wrong by a blonde-haired woman who suddenly peeked around the corner. He could still feel the cold shiver of adrenaline racing down his spine as the woman spoke up and, pretending that her sudden appearance hadn’t made him jump, Frost rubbed his nose with his right hand and inhaled once more; attempting to mask the initial startled, sharp inhale as a bad case of the cold.

It was an attempt that lasted only mere moments though, because Frost’s attention was immediately drawn to the smouldering remains on the diagnostics table when the unknown woman mentioned that it had been a parasite. ”Really? A parasite?” As he spoke up, Frost leaned in closer to the charred remains that had once apparently been a parasite and his Canadian-accented tone matched the fascinated expression on his face. While it was burned beyond recognition, Frost had read up about these parasites while aboard the IKS Vask’et and it amazed him to find himself so close to one within an hour after boarding the USS Theurgy. ”That’s amazing.”

After staring at the smouldering remains for another couple of seconds, Frost then turned his blue-eyed attention towards the blonde-haired woman. He had already forgotten about his initial embarrassment over being startled and shifted his attention back to the charred parasite before turning to look at the blonde again. ”Tell me that wasn’t your only parasite sample.” When he spoke up, his fascination briefly faltered as Frost mentally prepared himself for the kind of bad news he expected to get. It was only at that moment that he realized that she was holding something in her arms; while she wasn’t peeking out from behind the corner far enough for Frost to properly see what it was, it nevertheless prompted him to start walking towards the woman in an attempt to help her. ”Oh, let me help you with that.” Frost presented the woman with a smile as he approached her, realizing he’d completely forgotten to introduce himself in his initial fascination with the parasite sample. ”I’m Nathan Frost, by the way. Who are you?”