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EPIL:S [D06|1900] Conservatory Evaluation


[Lt. Cmdr. Natalie Stark | Arboretum Care | Deck 20 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy ]Attn: @TWilkins 

After the meeting with Lt. Commander Hathev, formerly of the USS Bellerophon Natalie made her way down to the one spot on the ship that had been in her mind since her meeting with Captain Ives, hours before. She'd stepped out on the terrace, in the middle level of the Theurgy's Arboretum While she had not stayed there long, she made a personal survey of the state of the terrace, as well as the gardens below. It was...not as bad as she'd feared.

The holodecks a few levels below had been nearly hulled out by a shot in one of the previous battles, and she had worried that some structural damage might have impacted the Arboretum. But for all the blows the Theurgy had held, the conservatory itself was relatively intact. She could, of course, see some crew down there, doing clean up. Forensic staff, a medic making final notes, and some of her own Ops staff, working away.

Sighing, she turned back to the long wall and gave a nod. She could picture the plaques that would decorate it, in the future. She already had reports on measurements from some of her staff but she'd needed to come down and see this herself. Her fingers traced the walls, and she gave an approving nod. Yes. This will do nicely. There was no doubt in her mind now.

Thus reassured, she exited the terrace and went up a level, pulling out her apparently ever present PADD. It had been bad enough when she was just Chief of Operations, but now holding down the fort as First Officer, Natalie had spent almost the entire day living out of this PADD. She flicked through a report, scanning it swiftly and using her thumbprint to approve the request.  The list goes on and on, she thought, as she swiped aside the notice reminding her to eat today.

1900 hours was a good time for dinner. Especially considering she'd be trying to get some sleep two hours from now. A nap, more than a full night by any stretch. They would be making orbit around 0230 (assuming the ship held together until then, though Natalie was reasonably sure of this) and she intended to be on the bridge when they arrived.  But she had plenty to do still, so as was often the case, this was going to be a working meal.

Stepping off the lift, Natalie paused and addressed Thea, for what felt like the umpteenth time that evening, after checking a name on her list, forwarded by Captain Ives. "Thea. Can you please be a dear and let me know where Dr. Ayden Tyre is? Formerly of the USS Endeavour?"

=/\=Of course, Lieutenant Commander. Dr. Tyre is currently in main sickbay. He has been there for quite some time, in fact.=/\= the voice of the ships AI informed her. It had been good to see Thea again, when she'd briefly gone over a few security measures for monitoring their 'guests' as they were released from the cargo bays.=/\="He does not appear to be in the middle of a critical surgery=/\=Thea added, helpfully. Now Natalie smiled at the voice, and thanked the ships AI.

Rolling her shoulders back, she strolled into the Cafe that overlooked the Arboretum below. Vines still crawled over the top of the far glass wall and made their ways down to the floor, and floral arrangements dotted every table, and hung from the ceiling up high. She moved to grab a table near the window, to better enjoy the view. Letting her left hand grip the top of her chair, she rapped her combadge with the right.

"Stark to Doctor Tyre," she said calmly, waiting for a connection to go through. Once she had his attention, she said, "Doctor, its time to take a break and get some food. You're no good to your patients if you drop, and I've been assured that you can in fact be spared. Report to the Arboretum Cafe. Its on Deck 20." she added helpfully, well aware that Tyre was not native to this ship and might need a bit of direction.
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Re: EPIL:S [D06|1900] Conservatory Evaluation
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[ Lieutenant Ayden Tyre | Main Sickbay | Deck 11 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] @Brutus

Ayden took a soft breath as he glanced around the somewhat disorganised Sickbay, content in the knowledge that the worst of it definitely seemed to be over... And although most of the available walls were occupied with patients who were resting on gurneys on the floor, it was still something Ayden could have considered to be a success. He dared to prop himself against one of the few unobstructed walls for a moment whilst he slowly focussed on the PADD he had in his hand, his free appendage moving up to cup his brow in a most diligently exhausted manner.

The majority of the patients from the Bellerophon had been retired back to their respective pens, aside from a token few who had more serious injuries, and would be staying overnight, at least. Most of the injuries from 'The Battle of the Apertures' as he had heard a few members of the crew dub their most recent conflict, had also been tended to and discharged. Most, totally, with their injuries healed or at least reduced to the trivial, whilst others had been discharged back to their quarters for rest; the sheer volume of cortical monitors he had sent out for the day was extortionate, but they were taking up beds that they didn't strictly need, and sickbay was already pressed for space.

Of course, the crew members who had undergone partial assimilation were still being tended to in intensive care, but he imagined if any of them were beyond saving, he'd have known about it by then. He could only assume that they were doing well, or at least, were not at any imminent risk of undergoing total assimilation. In truth, he'd not had much of a dealing with the assimilated crewmen, he'd spent most of his time dealing with the minor and major injuries, alongside the work with the returned from the Versant.

And they were the last cluster of crewmen who had been on his plate. Some hadn't shown up at all, others were still under stringent observation. An unfortunate few, like R'Rori, had required stasis protocol in order to protect their higher brain function, but he was positive that they would be able to make a full recovery, in time. He sighed lightly at that thought. 'Optimism is just a doorway for disappointment.' His Mother had drummed that into his head as a child, and he couldn't help find it to be somewhat true.

Yet, the day that had seemed so hopeless a few hours ago, was finally starting to smooth itself out. It was truly a measure of the control over the situation that the medical team now possessed, that Ayden had found the time to carry out a consultation that was somewhat more routine... Perhaps routine was not the correct word... But a consultation regardless, and about something less violent than plasma burns and crushed limbs.

Less violent, but still terrible.

A subtle beep that indicated a comms signal caught his attention, Ayden lowering the PADD in his hands and glancing up into space, as though he were talking to a person in front of him as opposed to someone elsewhere on the ship. He was expecting it to be Rez, perhaps regarding having a meeting of the medical team, or perhaps Ducote to check in on the Endeavour crew who were still occupying beds. It wasn't.

[Stark to Doctor Tyre] A calm voice echoed through the system at him. It was a woman, but not a name or voice he was immediately familiar with.

"Tyre here..." He courteously replied, straightening himself up as if he were about to be called up for leaning on a biobed.

[Doctor, it's time to take a break and get some food. You're no good to your patients if you drop, and I've been assured that you can in fact be spared. Report to the Arboretum Cafe. It's on Deck 20.] The voice continued, helpfully providing him the deck that the Cafe was located on. Without that, he'd have never found it.

"Of course..." Ayden left a slightly awkward pause, not knowing her rank and therefore unsure of how to address her. "I'll be there presently. Tyre out."

He tapped off his combadge and double checked the PADD in his hands, just making sure that there were no urgent cases that he had missed. He hadn't missed anything, and the next thirty minutes of tasks he had mentally lined up could be handled by nurses.

"Nurse Jones..." He softly called, catching the attention of the dark-skinned nurse who was walking past him carrying a tray of instruments at that moment. "I've been instructed to go and grab some food in the Arboretum Cafe..." He told her, realising how ridiculous it sounded as he voiced it aloud, considering the manic situation they had dealt with over the course of the day. He paused awkwardly for a moment as she looked at him with a slightly amused twinge upon her brow. "If you could kindly keep my patients monitored whilst I am away, please contact me if there are any unusual changes."

"Of course Doctor." She replied with a wide smile, evidently also sharing the Betazoid's relief that somehow they had managed to stumble through the day. Considering all that had happened, perhaps he should have considered himself lucky that he wasn't dead or a drone... "What're you fancying?" She added, glancing up at him from her crouched position, as she began returning the various bits of equipment to their respective drawers.

What did he fancy? Ayden had hardly even thought about food throughout the day; he'd been feeling ridiculously nauseous throughout the morning... Then during the battle he barely had time to think, let alone contemplate a meal. And in the aftermath, he had spent the last few hours so busy that again, food was the last thought on his mind. Even when things had quietened down and some of the nurses nipped out, he'd had the consultation with Lieutenant Martin and then gone on to check the rest of the patients he was responsible for, including a personal look in on each member of the Endeavour crew.

But now that he'd thought about it... Yes, he was ravenous.

"I don't know what I fancy, but whatever it is, I expect it'll test the limits of the replicator..." He returned with a light smile, a rare one, but definitely a hard earned one.

"I don't blame you, I had a full meal just an hour ago and I'm still contemplating breaking contamination protocol with that replicator and helping myself to an enormous piece of cake." She replied, her smile only growing larger as she did so, gesturing to one of the medical replicators set into the wall. "You go, enjoy your food, we'll be fine." She finished with a final grin, before moving back to her task and letting Ayden move past her and out into the main sickbay.

It took Ayden slightly longer than he cared to admit to find the turbolift, but before too long he was descending down to Deck 20, contemplating exactly what sort of meal he wanted to devour... To help pass the time, he quickly brought up his PADD and searched for 'Stark' on the Theurgy system. It presented him with a profile, Lieutenant Commander Natalie Stark, and a picture of a dark haired woman with pale skin and dark hair. She was the Chief of operations and been aboard the ship long before Ayden has arrived... He was a little puzzled as to why he'd been invited to eat with her, but he didn't think too much of it as he stepped off of the turbolift and onto the correct deck. Navigating Deck 20 was also something of a chore, though Ayden wagered that it was partially down to the way in which his stomach felt like it was trying to claw its way out of his chest...

When he arrived at the cafe, a few minutes later, he was pleasantly surprised by the aesthetic. Trailing vines were clambering over a glass wall that spanned the length of the cafe, trees poking out in the background on the other side, with flowers decorating each table and a very light ambient audio that made him feel especially relaxed. Despite his admiration for the beautiful scene that he had walked into however, Ayden was truthfully more concerned about heading to the replicator embedded in the side wall.

"One gourmet British beef burger, with tomato, lettuce, gherkins and aioli, with a sparkling lemonade on the side." Ayden reeled off his order in a single breath, already regretting not also requesting chips with his meal, but knowing that a sizable burger was enough of a blow to his health without needing deep-fried potato to accompany it. The machine whirred into life and promptly presented his food eloquently on a dark-grey slate, with a small bundle of rocket for garnish, with his drink in a fanciful looking glass with a wedge of lemon on the side.

He gripped the meal and drink in his dexterous hands, and made a move out towards the tables, catching the sight of a dark haired woman sat alone, and moving in her direction. He suddenly felt that given it being his first meeting with a senior officer, he perhaps should have opted for a meal that would have served as slightly more elegant to eat... Pan seared sea bream on a bed of salad, or something that might strike her as being more befitting a medical officer...

But when his eye looked down to the burger upon the slate in his hand, he had no regrets.

"Doctor Tyre, reporting for duty..." Ayden breathed with a polite smile, patiently awaiting an invitation to sit by his senior.
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[Lt. Cmdr. Natalie Stark | Arboretum Care | Deck 20 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy ]Attn: @TWilkins 

She could hear the confusion in the doctors voice, and it brought a small smile to Natalie's face. He was going to be in for a surprise, provided she didn't see anything about him in person that put her on edge. She'd called up his service record and left the PADD on the table to mark her spot, and as she listened to the rest of the man's response, she moved over to join the queue for the replicator.

"Excellent. I'll see you shortly, doctor," she replied as the channel closed. She could have stayed at her seat and placed an order there, summoning holographic staff. But the ship had been through the ringer, as the old saying went, and she didn't want to put any extra drain on their power systems. To that point, she stepped out of the lines and went over to the main control panel for the cafe. Typing in an access code, she went ahead and put the holographic staff on a 12 hour shut down cycle. Any staff currently deployed - and there was at least one - would finish their task, apologize to their 'customer' and then deactivate themselves, once they were no longer holding anything important.

Rejoining the line, Natalie could hear someone grumbling further away in the cafe as their waiter excused themselves to vanish into thin air, bur really, the needs of the many outweighed the needs of one tired officer who didn't want to walk to a replicator. Shuffling forward, her turn came swiftly enough. Natalie settled on a favorite dish of hers - Fettuccine Alfredo, tossed with sun-dried tomatoes, peppers, and baby shrimp. To accompany this she settled for a glass of ice water, in lieu of something more exotic.

This was a heavy meal, Natalie knew, and one that could be quite messy, but she was practiced at eating the dish, and she had skipped lunch. As such she needed the calories. And it had been a long day and you want comfort food, because you're still struggling to cope with the losses. Don't kid yourself, Nat. Just dig in now so that its mostly gone when the Doctor arrives. Even her inner voice was getting snippy with her now.

She blamed it on Nator 159, and dismissed herself from the mental conversation.

Sitting down again, Natalie tucked a long napkin in place, and sipped her ice water. She longed for something harder, a synthohol, or perhaps even the real thing, but knew that, after meeting with Dr. Tyre, she still had to round up another member of the Endeavour's crew and broach the subject of their stepping into a senior position, before she could crawl into bed for a few hours of what would likely prove to be a fitful sleep. Water then, would have to suffice.

She had thankfully just wiped her lips after having taken in a particularly large bite that had ended up being rather messy, when she felt someone approaching. Turning in her chair, Natalie looked up - and up - at the officer as he approached. She had been flipping through his file as she'd been eating, but reading that someone as 6'3", and seeing someone that tall in person, were two very different things indeed.

"Excellent. I'm glad to see your not like some of the other doctors I know that refuse to listen to orders issued for their own good. Please, sit down," she said, gesturing to the seat across from her. Given all the meeting's she had today, she was getting in a good practice of being 'sociable.' Or at least, that was what she kept telling herself. A lot of this felt like she was faking it, but there was a saying about faking it until you were making it, or something along those lines. In this at least, Natalie was embracing the mantra. "As I'm sure you've gathered - since you found the right person - I'm Lt. Commander Stark. Or Natalie, when things are informal. I'm the ships Chief of Operations, and at least for the time being, I'm what we've got on hand for a First Officer. It's in that latter role that I've asked you to come here.

"I'll admit that I've lured you here under false pretenses. It's not just about making sure my ships medical staff eats, let alone the 'guests' from other vessels currently stuck with us, seeing fit to pitch in and help."
her tone turned serious as she said, "Thank you for that, Dr. Tyre. On behalf of everyone, we do appreciate your help with the wounded. I know it's not been an easy time for any of us, and you're having to deal with a lot of loss, and a lot of revelations. I don't mean to ignore that, by any means."
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[ Lieutenant Ayden Tyre | Arboretum Cafe | Deck 20 | USS Theurgy ] @Brutus

Ayden felt the woman sat at the table look up at him as though she were staring up at a goliath, only making him feel the smallest bit uncomfortable as he remember that people didn't often expect a man of his stature from just hearing his voice over the Comm, and reading his file as being a Betazoid medical officer. Evidently, the picture that that profile painted in one's head, wasn't accurate to the reality.

But regardless, she presented herself professionally, making an assumed joke about how she was glad that he wasn't one of those Doctors who refused to listen to orders concerning their own welfare, before she invited him to sit. Ayden could have relatively happily sat and debated the prior joke with her throughout the course of his meal, but somehow, he imagined that wasn't the particular topic that she had had in mind when she had summoned him.

He did as requested, lowering himself down onto the seat and setting the slate down upon the table with hardly a sound, the aromas of his burger truly hitting his nose as he fought defiantly against his stomach not to yowl in protest of his politeness to not shovel a mouthful of what would probably prove to be a messy burger down his throat whilst his senior officer was talking to him.

She politely introduced herself, mentioning that she was indeed the Chief of Operations, but had called him to the meeting within the capacity of the role of First Officer, which she was provisionally filling the proverbial boots of. He had heard rumours about the sacrifice of  Commander Cinn, the physical confirmation of such left a blossom of sorrow in his chest. The Bajoran had seemed like a pleasant man when they had briefly met that morning... Yet his sorrow gave way to a feeling of notable concern that Ayden couldn't help but feeling, when he wondered if the meeting might have something to do with his defensive antics on the Deck 7 Battle Sickbay...

He tried to remind himself that his last encounter with an authority figure was simply the need for his assistance at gaining a truthful version of events regarding Commander Trent. However, he also reminded himself of his Mother's pessimistic viewpoint that optimism was rarely of much benefit... The Betazoid mentally began to prepare a gruelling explanation to justify causing an explosion within the confines of Sickbay...

Yet, whilst she admitted her reason for calling him down was not solely for the benefit of his stomach, which Ayden was almost certain had developed some sort of empathic bond with his meal, she made no mention of any misdemeanour on his part.

Instead, she thanked him.

"I know it's not been an easy time for any of us, and you're having to deal with a lot of loss, and a lot of revelations." Her tone was stiff, formal, serious. Ayden found it difficult to hear. He'd invested so much of himself into suppressing thoughts of that same loss that she called up from him. The Klingons, the Borg, that tumour that had telepathically called for his death, the general mess of Sickbay... It distracted him from having to think about everything that he had been through over those past few days. It made it easier to endure... "I don't mean to ignore that, by any means."

"I appreciate that, Commander." Ayden quietly replied, moving his hand out to sip at his lemonade. "I'll admit that these past few days have been full of wounds and revelations, and few of them pleasant..." He sighed softly to himself, as he glanced across the table at the woman before him. "But let us not pretend that I am the only one at this table who has suffered loss of late." He quietly told her, with a sympathetic tone of voice.

Ayden took another sip of his drink. The Endeavour was gone, destroyed. Most of her crew were either dead, lost or assimilated. From what he had learned about theCaguya, that ship hadn't fared all that much better. Then he'd heard enough about the unenviable voyage of the Resolve to know that that particular ship had gone through so much more than should be expected of a Starfleet Officer. And then, there was those who had been aboard the Versant and been subject to untold horrors aboard that ship...

"It seems that the Theurgy is something of a beacon for the damned." He mused aloud, trying not to sound too sinister as he said so. "I can't imagine that there is anyone on this ship, be they from the Theurgy, Endeavour, Caguya, Resolve, Bellerophon, or wherever else you've collected us strays from, who could say that they haven't lost more than they ever thought they would, over the past few days alone." Ayden tilted his head to stare out of the window.

"But despite all of that, our combined efforts have somehow accomplished something that I never figured possible, and according to general rumour and chitchat, we just saved the Alpha quadrant from certain destruction." He tilted his glass lightly, deep in thought as he gently let the liquid swish, listening to the charming sound of ice chinking against the glass. "Despite of all the loss that we have endured, I got to see Commander Ducote reunite with his fiancé, in spite of the unimpeachable odds stacked against them." Ayden let the smallest of smiles curl up on his lips. "Despite spending the majority of the past eight hours struggling to breathe above the droves of injured, I can still sit here, look out through this glass, and appreciate that view. I can order a burger from the replicator and have minimal shame about wanting to see how much I can fit in my mouth with a single bite..." He smiled perhaps a little stronger, still faint by the account of an onlooker, but for Ayden, it was just about as close to a grin as he got.

"I apologise, I don't mean to ramble." He moved up his hand to lightly brush at the hair flopped against the side of his face. "Perhaps it's just my professional objectivity, or maybe the result of my psionic abilities... But loss is inevitable for us all. And perhaps now, more than ever, what with parasites and being aboard a ship mercilessly hunted by people we once called colleagues and friends, it's important that we don't forget to appreciate all the little things that so many others no longer can."

Ayden wasn't sure whether his little monologue was anything beyond melancholy, but it made him realise how much he had needed to say something. On the Niger, he had been the senior officer, responsible for not just the health of the crew, but their mental wellbeing and moral. Once he had arrived on the Theurgy he had been dragged from pillar to post with various revelations and conflicts that had scarcely given him time to think. Now that he was sat, in a calming setting, in the aftermath of everything... Speaking seemed the most natural thing to do.

"And on that note..." Ayden began, lifting his glass gracefully. "To the fallen; may we dedicate ourselves to their sacrifice."
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[Lt. Cmdr. Natalie Stark | Arboretum Care | Deck 20 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy ]Attn: @TWilkins 

Whatever fears that Dr. Tyre may have harbored in regards to his actions in the Battle Sickbay were unfounded. In truth, Natalie did not have the full details of that event and no one had seen fit to point out that the man had been involved in an explosion. As such he was getting off the hook for that particular event.

No, the end goal Natalie had in mind was not reprimand, but a job offer.  She set her fork down again, resting on the lip of the bowl as he in turned acknowledge a sense of mutual loss. He spoke of the ships that they'd gathered crew from, noting how they'd all lost so much, especially over the past few days. "Dauntless and Harbinger,"Natalie found herself whispering, followed by, "A few strays off of Starbase 84 as well. Oh, and an El-Aurian from the KDF," Yes, this was a motley crew indeed.

She didn't say this to belittle the mans comments, but to illustrate that he was right - they'd collected quite a few disparate personalities and crews under their banner. And if things went the way she wanted, he'd be responsible for all of them, and a key piece in integrating these crews under Captain Ives command. Natalie regretted that this integration would result in so few original members of the Theurgy's crew in senior positions. But then, they'd lost so many qualified to hold that post.

"You're not rambling, Doctor. I promise," Natalie reassured the man as he apologized, and explained his logic. "And you're quite right. The little things we can appreciate we should. Not everyone can anymore." Not Sten, not Simon. Too many names are going to be on that wall. She decided she'd tell the Doctor about that. Feedback could be good.

But he was purposing a toast, and it made her throat tighten. Carefully, she lifted her own glass, adding, "May they never be forgotten." Then she took a long pull on her glass of water, letting the cold liquid pour down her throat. She set the glass down on the table and then ran her finger around the rim of it, smearing a few drops of liquid. "To that note....

"There is a level below us, an observation deck. It overlooks the gardens below,"
she picked up her fork as she spoke and gestured out the window. "This hasn't been announced to the crew yet so I would appreciate if you kept it to yourself, but we're going to be putting up a memorial to the fallen there. They deserve recognition, and the crew, or crews, if you like, deserve a place to come, to mourn, and reflect."

The young woman tapped her fork a bit against her bowl and then seemed to gather herself back up. She sat back, a little straighter in her chair, and crossed one leg over the other at the knee. Her chest rose, as she inhaled to center her thoughts and her body, bringing them in sync with one another.

"I don't mean to keep you from your meal, by the way Doctor. If it makes a mess I promise I won't be offended," she began. Natalie was no telepath, but she was a woman whom for a long part of her life harbored a myriad of insecurities. And if she were in his shoes, her first impulse would be to attempt to not embarrass herself by dribbling beef juice down her chin. She smiled and gestured to her own meal. "Alfredo sauce isn't exactly a safe choice for a talking dinner either. But it is comfort food and after the last few days, we both need some of that." She decided she'd let the poor man get a few bites at least, before she sprung the news on him.
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[ Lieutenant Ayden Tyre | Arboretum Cafe | Deck 20 | USS Theurgy ] @Brutus

"A memorial in view of a garden." Ayden pictured it. There was one similar on Betazed, far, far bigger than anything that would fit onto the Theurgy, for all those civilians who died during the Cardassian occupation. It too, was set surrounded by nature, trees casting branches of shade, beautiful flowers providing oceans of colour stretching out across the landscape... The most anyone could hope for, for a resting place. "It sounds beautiful."

Ayden then felt his mind drift to all those who didn't get a resting place following the recent events... How many had been lost from the Endeavour? How many from all of those other ships whom had been collected by the Theurgy? Perhaps it wasn't his point to make, but he made a mental note to bring it up to Commander Ducote at some point. The Endeavour didn't exist any longer; but it still needed a memorial.

She then invited him to eat, which, despite all of his melancholy thoughts, had not dissuade him from his appetite. Ayden thanked the woman, before glancing down at his meal with ravenous eyes. He was somewhat unaccustomed to eating in front of people, other than perhaps a few of his closer comrades with whom he'd shared irregular meals. Back on the Endeavour he had taken almost all of his meals either in his office, or in his quarters. Eating in front of a stranger was hardly within his comfort zone.

Still, regardless, he put a hand on either side of his burger and raised it too his lips with no complaint, taking a large bite. His teeth sank through the soft warmth of the bread, before the exquisite flavour of the meat and crispness of the lettuce offered him a myriad of new sensations upon his tongue. He hardly even noticed to somewhat audible sound of satisfaction that came out from him as he concluded the bite, returning the burger to the slate and moving a napkin up to his face to quickly catch any stray running of food or sauce.

The beef was rich and meaty, complemented perfectly by the acidity of the gherkins and the sweetness of the tomato. The lettuce wasn't so much there for its fresh flavour, but more for the added crunch that it granted his palette with each chew, whilst the aioli combined everything with a delicious dash of garlic that almost made a tear blossom to his eye. He had no doubts in his mind, that the meal had been worth the wait.

"Apologies..." He felt the need to say once he had swallowed and taken a quick sip of his drink to wash away the blocking feeling that taking such a big bite had afforded him. "You are certainly correct about the comfort food. Though I apologise for making myself appear such a glutton." He said it lightheartedly; whilst he felt somewhat gluttonous for a mouthful that would have made a Klingon blush, it wasn't as though he'd ordered anything so extortionate that he'd have appeared much more than just an exceptionally hungry man.

Ayden went down for another bite, finding it much easier to land than the first. He always found the first bite of a burger to be a tricky one. Once the first bite had been taken, there were marked areas to progress onward from, but that first bite was always the messiest. Of course, that wasn't taking into account the inevitability of the burger slipping as he ate it, resulting in the final few mouthfuls being little more than a sauce/salad/meat/bread mess that saturated his fingers and stained his lab coat...
But, he didn't want to worry about that until he came to it.

"I must say..." Ayden began to wish to liven the conversation, after he had palmed his mouth with a napkin to rid himself of any lingering sauce. "The facilities of your Sickbay are outstanding. I've not seen this level of high standard equipment on a Starship before. Usually this sort of technical excellency is reserved for Starbases; I've already had to broaden my spectrum for potential treatments exponentially..." The Doctor stopped himself, before he got a little too excited.

"I mean to say, thank you,for the opportunity. Whilst I know many of the people you've taken aboard may still harbour some suspicion for you... And I must admit, my experience with your Ship's initial deception and within your Brig with the Câroon gentleman did leave me a little concerned as to whether the rumours about you were true..." Ayden slowed down, revisiting all those events which took place only a couple of dozen hours ago. "But your medical team and the majority of your crew, have treated me with only the utmost respect and trust."

"Whilst neither party made perfect choices when we first encountered." Ayden revisited the thought of Ducote threatening to self-destruct the Niger inside the shuttle bay, before glancing out down into the garden to watch what seemed to be normal in comparison to what was running through his mind. "I saw the damage wracked upon your crewman whom you claimed to be host to some sort of extra-dimensional parasite first hand. And whilst at first, I dismissed it as fallacy... " Ayden paused yet again, very aware of how delicate the subject was. "One of my teachers at school, a Vulcan woman, she had a quote from Sherlock Holmes that she displayed on the wall of the classroom." He recalled those words so easily, having seen them for so many days in his childhood.

"'When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.'" He quoted, still keeping his gaze out of the window and onto the gardens below. "His capacity to survive through those wounds... I'm hardly familiar with Câroon physiology, but I see no feasible means of having someone survive through such devastating bodily trauma without an outside force." He stopped, glancing back at the table and sighing.

"I fear my meaning has gotten away from me again." He chuckled lightly. "I mean to say, thank you for the trust you've spared us. For the burden this crew and ship carry, you had no reason not to leave us drifting in that nebula." He paused, sipping at his drink once more, considering the need to request a second from the replicator. "I hope that in time, I can repay that trust you so riskily afforded some strangers you found wandering through space."
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[Lt. Cmdr. Natalie Stark | Arboretum Care | Deck 20 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy ]Attn: @TWilkins 

Allowing herself a small laugh, Natalie waved off the doctor's apologies. "As I said, I promise its nothing to worry about at all, Doctor Tyre," she reassured him as she spun her fork around her bowl, twirling up another mouthful of noodles and taking advantage of the doctors eating to resume her own meal. She was pleased that it still retained most of its warmth. That could be a problem sometimes, the food cooling to a point that the temperature affected the texture of the sauce.  Thankfully, that hadn't happened yet, and she made her own soft sound, in the back of her throat, as she swallowed, quite enjoying the cheesy flavor of the Alfredo dish, and the sweet bite that the sun dried tomatoes added to the mixture.

Yes, comfort food is the perfect description, she decided, as the two officers allowed themselves the luxury of such indulgence, even though they were in the presence of practical strangers. The old adage about never knowing when ones next meal might be was quite an appropriate concern on the Theurgy.

Looking back up, Natalie allowed herself to work on another bite, sucking the fork clean in the process, as the tall Doctor began to compliment her on the facilities of the Theurgy's medical bays. Her lips quirked up into a smile as she listened, and swallowed, pausing herself to pat away a bit of sauce that lingered on the corner of her mouth. He was an easy man to talk to, she privately decided, wondering if it was the accent that made this the case, or just a manifestation of his bedside manner. Or his innate telepathy and empathic talents. He is a Betazoid, after all, she reminded herself, mostly untroubled by this. He wasn't the first telepath she'd served with, and he seemed perfectly sane, unlike one particularly twisted Vulcan.

She compartmentalized fast, on that one, again using that somewhat newly developed skill. She did not need a trip down trauma lane in the middle of a casual conversation and stealth interview with the ships perspective new CMO. Unfortunately Trauma Lane seemed to be wide open and dead ahead, no matter what Natalie might wish. But instead of T'Rena she had to deal with memories of Lucan Nicander. A man whom had been a friend, a refuge, a one time lover, a healer, and a manipulative, parasite ridden traitor whom had used her. That she could remember what his touch felt like, and what it did to her really only made things worse.

"I'll grant that seeing Nicander in that state would certainly be something of an eye opening experience. There is much that medical technology can manage but from what I read, he very much should have been dead, save for the viper in his gut." Nat hoped she kept the vitriol out of her voice, and the hurt away from her face, but she honestly had no idea what she had managed. Pausing to sip from her drink, to give her a moment to collect herself, she added, "For all his sins, I appreciate that he is...convincing evidence of the conspiracy that is ripping through Starfleet Command, and the rest of the powers in near space."

Still, she managed a small smile for the man, as he gave her heartfelt thanks. "We're not perfect. Far, far from it. and while we have...struggled with remembering this in the past, we are still Starfleet officers, and I am pleased that Wenn Cinn remembered that, when he reached out and answered your distress call. Just as when we moved to help the Cayuga on my vector, hearts were in the right place. Please...if we didn't help we'd be...inhumane, for want of a better word." She swept her hair aside a bit, tucking some stands behind an ear and looking down. She was remembering how she'd almost botched the rescue of the Cayuga, and how it had all turned out.

"You'll find that, on the whole, we just want to be believed, Doctor. We don't hate everyone that is after use because they are misinformed. We still want to do the right thing." She smiled again, a sad smile, in some aspects, but an earnest one. And she used the pause there, and his last words, to shift gears slightly and refocus the conversation on the very last bit of what he said. The smile took on a slightly sly aspect.

"You know doctor, you can always express your appreciation for Thea's facilities to Thea herself," Natalie pointed out. She wagged her eyebrows in a conspiratorial fashion, leaning forward a bit. "I have it on good authority that she appreciates well meaning compliments. Especially from professionals with the capacity to truly appreciate what she brings to the table." This was a playful way to remind the Doctor that this ship was unique in ways far beyond just a starbase level medical bay. Thea was her own person, in addition to being a ship. She watched his reaction and laughed a bit sitting back in her chair.

"I'm only teasing a little bit, Doctor. Thea, the ship's AI, really would appreciate your high praise for the medical bays. But that said," her tone lost the playfulness that had been there, turning serious. The smile was still in place, and it was still friendly. But her shoulders were set now, and she was sitting up straighter in her chair, having rolled her shoulders back against the frame. Business mode, as befitting what would come next. "As much as you appreciate that we offered up trust without reservation, we do appreciate that you have pitched in during the battles and the aftermath that we've had to deal with, treating patients without reservation or hesitation. I've had a chance to review your service record, on recommendation from Captain Ives, with some input from Commander Ducote, as well as Dr. Duv and some of the other medical staff. Their observations of you speak as highly of you, as you have, of our facilities."

She gave him a moment to process all that, and then nodded in response, before getting to the point. "The fact of the matter is, Doctor Tyre, that the Theurgy's mission is of utmost importance, and we find ourselves in need of a qualified doctor that has shown their abilities and commitments to their practice, to fill the position of Chief Medical Officer."
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Re: EPIL:S [D06|1900] Conservatory Evaluation
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[ Lieutenant Ayden Tyre | Arboretum Cafe | Deck 20 | USS Theurgy ] @Brutus

Commander Stark's response to his comments were honest, and somewhat insightful; Ayden could tell that the topic of Doctor Nicander was a bitter one for her. The woman possessed a somewhat veiled stance of animosity for the previous CMO, one that she evidently made efforts to conceal, but not enough that Ayden would require the use of his telepathy to notice. It showed upon her face and presented itself in her choice of words and inflection in her tone... Whatever relationship the pair had shared, perhaps just as colleagues, perhaps as more, his revelation had damaged her somewhere inside.

But, she was professional enough to compartmentalise her emotion and identify his status as one which provided useful evidence. After all, had Ayden not been witness to that event, he didn't imagine that he would have been particularly keen to believe the Theurgy crew's stories about undetectable parasites taking over Starfleet command... In that regard, his status served a function. Yet as she had duly mentioned, he was still a viper in the nest.

But, in all, Ayden found the woman comfortable to talk to. She presented herself as kind, dignified, and honest, mostly. Her agenda for calling Ayden for a meeting was still clouded, but he didn't hold that against her. In fact, the words she chose seemed closer to the true meaning of Starfleet than anything that Ayden had heard from them in relation to the hunt for the USS Theurgy. In hindsight, perhaps he was wrong to have believed those commands without such suspicion.

The Commander then made a note of reminding Ayden just how unique the ship actually was. The Human capacity to anthropomorphise their vessels and technology was always somewhat unusual to Ayden. His parents used to tell jokes about colleagues of theirs who would address their equipment as though it were alive and had feelings, it was always of great amusement to them. Over time, he'd grown more accustomed to it, having served on Starships, but he always somehow allowed himself to forget about the strange trait... Perhaps, given that he was a Betazoid, his ability to sense emotions and thoughts would always put a barrier on his ability to understand machines. Even intelligent machines still caused that barrier to rise...

After all, there were no real thoughts or emotions going on behind any artificial being, and whilst Ayden did his best to remain polite and conscious that they had the capacity for offence, he was also very aware that what others referred to as thoughts, were in fact subroutines. Still, Commander Stark's insistence made Ayden consider the idea of thanking the AI directly... But consider was the best he could do.

It was when she straightened up, her smile lingering, but her shoulders straightening and the empathic resonance from her shifting to something somewhat more serious. Appreciation for his role, acknowledgement of his lack of hesitation to assist in Sickbay without reservation or hesitation... As he would have always done, considering his oath as a Doctor... But then she continued to mention a review of his service record, which he expected they had done to all of them upon coming aboard. However, his surprise was her comment that the Captain had recommended she do so, with some advisement from Commander Ducote, and that the Medical Staff had further backed the evidence...

Apparently, they all spoke highly of him.

"The fact of the matter is, Doctor Tyre, that the Theurgy's mission is of utmost importance, and we find ourselves in need of a qualified doctor that has shown their abilities and commitments to their practice, to fill the position of Chief Medical Officer."

"Agreed." Ayden replied curtly, entirely unsure as to whether the Commander was preparing him for the promotion to fill such role, or whether the intention was bracing him to deliver the promotional equivalent of a 'Dear John' letter. "But the Chief Medical Officer has one very important fail-safe that stands outside their medical practice." Ayden grimly added. "Whoever you choose for this role, you bestow upon them the power to dismiss anyone, even the Captain, from their duties, if the situation ever grew so dire." His tone changed to something far more distasteful. "Or someone decided to forsake every oath they ever took, and falsify enough evidence to do the same."

Ayden looked across at the Commander, his expression somewhat neutral, save for a hint of concern in his eye. Ayden knew that he was no parasitic host, his every move being manipulated by another force. Yet, nobody could know that of him. Nor could he know such of anyone else...

"Apparently, Doctor Nicander did not gain the opportunity or possess the insight to explore the depravity of that option, which it seems we should be thankful for." Ayden Brought his hand to the side of his head, nervously rubbing the side of his temple "Yet his betrayal demonstrates, now more devastatingly than ever, that trust can only take us so far."
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[Lt. Cmdr. Natalie Stark | Arboretum Care | Deck 20 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy ]Attn: @TWilkins 

Dr. Tyre's initial answer was rather guarded, Natalie saw. She wasn't sure if the tall man with the strikingly British accent and the Betazoid heritage was simply playing things close to the vest (or lab coat in this case), or if he did not actually realize that he was being offered the position of Chief Medical Officer on the USS Theurgy. Given that he had been onboard the ship for days, at best, the young (Acting) Executive First Officer could understand why he might not think himself Eligible for the role. But there were a few extenuating circumstances, as he himself had noted.

Aren't their always extenuating circumstances, Natalie? Especially on this ship? She asked herself the question, and even in the voice in her head sounded wryly amused - and tired. Very tired. Miles to go before I sleep, she quoted to herself and gave the doctor a long, appraising look as he finished making his point.

Taking a small breath, Natalie thought about Lucan Nicander, and the decisions the parasite ridden man had made. "Honestly, Dr. Nicander could have nipped this in the bud on multiple occasions. He was tortured by the Niga plants alongside this crew. I would have thought that having a parasite in him might have spared him that, but well...". She stopped, and shook off the crawling feeling of dread that welled up in her gut. Lucan Nicander had been right next to her when those plants had bound her legs to the ground, and made their way up her body, to steal from her something precious. And then she'd been forced to relive the horrors again, by the Ishtar entity just a short while later.

I really should see a shrink she grimly acknowledged as she once again buried those demons deep.

"It would have been easy enough to declare Captain Ives insane. I don't understand why Nicander did not take this route, as having the Theurgy in play cannot be good for the parasites agenda. Especially given the measures they have taken so far to silence us. " She didn't want to allow for the possibility that what Nicander claimed in his reports were true. She wanted to be allowed to hate the man that had used her.

"But you bring up a very good point. The Chief  Medical Officer no only sits outside the regular chain of command, but has that solemn duty to pass judgement and relieve officers unfit for their own duties." At this she thought of Carrigan Trent, a man that had been relieved by his acting XO in the middle of a battle. She felt pity for the former Commander. She had respected him, and in truth, was struggling with how to feel. She'd finally read all the reports. Captain Ives had taken the measures they deemed necessary, and now Natalie was shouldering Trent's former duties. "On any ship, that is a power that might be tempting to abuse. On the Theurgy? It is doubly so.

Which is what brings us to this conversation, actually,"
Natalie said, sighing softly. She paused to drink some water, soothing her parched throat before continuing. "You present us with an opportunity, Dr. Tyre. You are an outsider to this crew, yes, but your own actions so far, including in our little chat, speak highly of you. As do those who both know you, and those that have had the chance to interact with you. Normally, given Dr. Nicander's betrayal, despite his intentions, we would tap one of our own Doctors to step into his shoes. Generally, the Assistant Chief. Regretfully that was how I became Chief of Operations," Natalie shared this small bit of her past. She would still be the Assistant Chief of Ops, had Christian Hendricks not died. "It's not a promotion path that anyone really wants to follow, but it is a hazard of the service. Unfotunately, we don't have that option with Dr. Rez."

She paused again and leaned onto the table, her elbows resting on either side of her plate. A few strands of hair hung down, perilously close to the remnants of the Alfredo sauce. [color]"Up until a few days ago, Dr. Rez was simply Dr. Duv, an accomplished physician and former CMO from the Harbinger, competently filling the position of Assistant CMO under Dr. Nicander. However, a fanatic shot and killed Edena Rez, another Trill. She served many roles on this ship, including First officer and Intelligence officer. One of her past personas ...the shadow and memory of a previous host, if I understand things correctly, asserted itself at the wrong moment and sabotaged a message we sent from StarBase 84. The original message was meant to warn the entirety of the Federation of the infestation they suffered. The corrupted message ....made us out to be nothing more than bandits. While the truth was encoded in this message, by the former host, so that only 'special parties' would be told, the Galaxy at large simply saw a message that reaffirmed the lies that were already being pumped out about us.

"And now Amelia Duv houses the surviving Rez symbiote, in a Joining she was unprepared for."[/color] She allowed herself a small, sad smile. But her tone was quite serious as she continued. "As far as the crew will be concerned, my official reason for not offering the CMO position to Dr. Duv is because she had undergone an unplanned and possibly traumatic Joining, and while we continue to have confidence in her and her abilities, we feel it would be an undue burden to ask her to step into the role of Chief Medical Officer at this time, as she adjusts to such a monumental change in her life. And this is a true reason. But it is not the only reason."

The look on her face made it plain that Natalie did not like these kinds of machinations. That she detested having to make considerations such as the one that Captain Ives had asked of her. "The sad fact is that we have no idea if this former host could again assert itself on the newly joined Dr. Rez. From a simple security standpoint, we cannot leave that symbiotes host in a position of power where they would be able to relieve a command officer. The exact scenario you pointed out, Dr. Tyre." A pause followed, to allow Ayden to adjust and process the information given. "I'm quietly pleased you voiced the issue at and, because honestly? I had no idea how to broach it tactfully. This is a sticky situation and I feel nothing by sympathy for Dr. Rez. I hate that we have to consider what a former host might do, and the circumstances of the doctors joining, something that should be a very private affair between the Trill and her closest friends and family.  I trust your discretion in not discussing this facet of the conversation with anyone else, save Captain Ives," again she hesitated, then added, "Or commander Ducote. I do not wish to deprive you of trusted council."
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Re: EPIL:S [D06|1900] Conservatory Evaluation
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[ Lieutenant Ayden Tyre | Arboretum Cafe | Deck 20 | USS Theurgy ] @Brutus

Ayden could only take a small comfort in the knowledge that for whatever, unknown, reasoning, Dr Nicander had failed to abuse the authority he had wielded as the former Chief Medical Officer aboard the Theurgy, despite having multiple chances and reasonings to do so. The Betazoid could offer few reasons as to why this hadn't been explored as a revenue of attack, from the knowledge he had access to, and seemingly neither could Commander Stark. Perhaps the parasites wished to observe and study the Theurgy and its Captain through their Doctor's eyes? Learn from the tactics of the ship and work to trump them...

It was the only explanation he could fathom. But he dearly wished that he would be proved wrong.

Commander Stark did however, agree that the role of Chief Medical Officer did move beyond the chain of command. They were in a similar mind that the USS Theurgy presented an especially tasty morsel, upon which that particular power to remove could easily be abused... Though, with a crew so tight knit and stalwart about their mission, Ayden was partially unsure as to whether the exercising of that ability would hold much weight aboard the ship at all...

And then, she divulged into her reasoning for his summons...

Her praise was fair, but Ayden still felt gratified that his efforts had been observed and notice. She commented on how his actions, as well as those who knew him, whom he could only assume would be Commander Ducote, spoke highly of him. She explained how in most cases, one of their own Doctors would be the one to step into the shoes of Dr Nicander.

But apparently, they did not have that option with Dr Rez, which explained a lot to the Betazoid... She was a recently joined Trill, whose symbiote's previous host had served on the Theurgy. Apparently, one of those previous hosts had intercepted and sabotaged a message that they had sent from Starbase 84 to warn the Galaxy about the parasite threat, and twisted it into a something soiled from its original purpose.

Trill symbiotes confused Ayden, but he knew enough about them to know that a joining that one wasn't prepared for was rarely performed, due to the traumatic nature of the joining without a great deal of preparation for it... Commander Stark confirmed as such, the being their reason for not passing the mantle of CMO down to the Trill. One of their reasons.

The second made sense to Ayden, from the Security standpoint that Commander Stark suggested; the apparent maverick of her previous personality could easily and unknowingly emerge again, and do something exactly as the Betazoid had suggested. Relieve a senior Officer. And even in smaller concerns, a rogue personality could fail to identify a serious risk to the health of the crew, it could mistreat a serious injury, decide to de-thaw all of the cryo-pods in Sickbay, give someone the wrong medication... The concerns were endless...

"I fully understand your concern Commander, whilst I know it can't be easy to hold someone back from consideration, due to something such as this." He paused, considering the most diplomatic way to deliver the statement. "But I believe you are right to do so. It is a position of the utmost trust, and even the slightest worry could turn into a serious concern further down the line. Even if not malicious in intention, a personality manifesting during a critical triage situation, for example, could mean the difference between an efficient response and delegation of resources, to critical loss of life." Ayden paused, not wanting to speak ill of a colleague whom had been kind and supportive to him, but also wishing to reassure the Commander that her hard choice had been warranted.

"And I if the intention was to be malicious, a Chief Medical Officer could unleash an untold amount of devastation aboard the ship. Disengage all of the occupied cryo-pods, activate biohazard containment protocols across the entire ship in the middle of combat, intentionally overdose a patient..." All of his thoughts were sickening to consider, and Ayden was sure that the grimace upon his face indicated his opinions on the subjects too. "I'm perhaps more concerned that Dr Nicander did not do any of these things when aboard... It might be more worrying to consider that his stance aboard the Theurgy was simply to act as a looking glass for the parasites to investigate their prime threat...

Ayden felt grim enough to know that he'd steered the conversation into the proverbial rocks, and made a concious endeavour to return to a more promising topic.

"In regards to this knowledge staying between us, I can assure you, that as both a telepath and a Doctor, I am well accustomed to keeping things quiet." Ayden returned with a reassuring smile. "But thank you for permitting my mentioning it to Commander Ducote. He's..." Ayden paused, quite unsure as to how to summarise the Commander outside of a dissertation. "He's always been fiercely protective of his Officers, and he'll no doubt have questions for me. I appreciate not having to find ways to conceal things from him, as a Betazoid, I am unaccustomed to mistruths."

Ayden produced a small little smile at the revelation, aware that mistruths and 'white lies' were remarkably common for Humans, something that Ayden strove to avoid the best he could. He could keep things quiet and was even known for a little misdirection from time to time, but outwardly lying was very uncomfortable for him. peaking of concealment and misdirection, the Betazoid decided to knuckle down and confirm his suspicions to the subject of the conversation. The Commander had dropped hints, but nothing so solid as for him to base a conclusion on.

"I hope that I don't come across as at all presumptuous in my conclusion, but my telepathy was somewhat stunted my ability to 'read' people's intentions like other races do... You've certainly presented your case towards me, but since you've not outright said anything, I would hesitate to assume..." He bashfully looked down, feeling somewhat out of his element, despite asking far more intimate questions to patients of his each and every day... Though, that was in a situation where he had the answers and the solutions. He was currently in the possession of neither.

"But do you intend to offer me the position of Chief Medical Officer aboard this vessel?"
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