RP: YSS Eucharis [Mission 18.4] Back on the Ship

''...Guess that means the apple pie is still on, Egil.''

Conrad eyes were half open, his face sideways, looking at the doctor and Egil. Conrad tried to smile, but it didn't work as he had planned. With or without treatment, his body was still in severe pain from the past ordeal. He did appreciate his buddy's head was still where it should be.

''Anyone care to explain why I'm in this claustrophobicly small space, who's poking in my back this time, where the hell we are, and how many big-frickin'-lizard-ridin'-glassholes ran me over before my lights went out? My head feels like it's coping with a truckloads of hangovers all at once, not to mention the rest of my fragile frame..''

A hint of anger could be sensed in Conrad as his voice seemed a lot more tense then usual. The last thing he could remember was getting shot in the back and a lot of pain afterwards. Noises filled the blanks, but nothing more. All he felt now was hunger, pain and more pain. Suppressed as it was, he hoped the pain would get less soon.

As he tried to look around a little, he noticed a doctor standing next to Egil. He looked up as much has possible, and saw a new face. He'd almost felt a hint of shame as this was the first she heard him speak, but she had to understand waking up like this was usually the dramatic end of a very very bad joke.

''Uh. Hey. Any chance you know when I'm fixed? Hope I'm not missing too many parts?''

Back to Egil his eyes went, and slowly, as he was still drowsy, he recalled Gravedigger. He couldn't help but feel even more anger, and of all the times he did, now was the time he could not move.

''Do tell me we dug his grave? And Sienna ain't still there. Or am I still dreaming and got my ass landed in heaven or hell? That you're not gonna turn into some headless-horseman type deal?''

It was obvious the drowsiness wasn't yet gone and the large soldier had a lot of questions to ask. Even a lot that did not matter. Flashes of those moments came back to him sparingly and incomplete, but whatever had transpired (and he was conscious enough to know) was all way too vague. It was then that he was shut up by Victory over the com system, saving Egil the effort.

''Mr. X-Ray. The hell...someone on this ship is as big as I am? Seven feet? I probably got something, I'd have to check...if I wasn't stuck here.''

Medical Center

Citrine looked at Sienna I wonder how long she was on that planet? How did she get there? What was it like for her? Hopefully she will find a better life somewhere., "You do not need to be naked for your checkup Miss Sienna. But the only thing I have here in medical that you can put on are medical scrubs. So you can put them on, or you can wait for Victory-Hei to bring some stuff from the cargo hold, if you like. Once your personal stuff has been through decon, they will be returned to you. Scrubs are in the cabinet over there if you wish to cover up."

She turned back to Conrad, "Ah, the noble warrior has awakened." She smiled, she linked to the unit he was in. "It would appear that a NMX parasite wanted to find a new home in your back. Fortunately, your team mates succeeded in keeping it from taking you over. Your body repairs should be complete in time for dinner. Provided you lay still and be a good patient. You will have to follow a regimen of physical therapy the next few days to rebuild some of the muscles that must be replaced. Do you require additional pain medication?"

Medcenter

Bors watched as Citrine did a once over med job on Egil, crossing his arms as he watched her work. When she asked for the next person he quickly raised his hand as he walked over. "I take it your the medic from the Firebird?" he said as he hopped up on the exam table, "Anyway took a few hits planet side, the clinic and Chusa patched me up a bit but I guess another look wouldn't kill me."

Medical

Citrine smiled at Bors, "Yes, Jalen-Chusa was my Captain when he brought me onto the Firebird. Never had this much activity aboard her. But I am always willing to help others. Field injuries should always be checked once you get back to proper facilities. I am sure the Chusa did an excellent job, but let me take a look. Although I have to say, these are some very unusual injuries. Not what I would expect seeing in the military. Very low tech."

Medical

"Low tech yes, but it almost got the job done, just cause its old don't mean it ain't effective" Bors joked as he took off his uniform top to let Citrine better examine him. He couldn't help but notice all the new scars he was accumulating, it seemed like every mission he gained at least one new gunshot wound or scratch on his person somewhere. Bors don't mind it so much, none of them had put him down permanently yet, though he was a bit miffed that they were distorting or ruining all the tattoos he had covering his arms and torso and made a mental note to get them touched up when he got the chance.

Medical

Citrine did her check on Bors, she could see the legacy of life on the Eucharis. She was surprised at the amount of tattoos that he had. I wonder what the significance of all these are. Could they be mementos of special events in his life? she thought.

Smiling she said, "Well your recent injuries appear to be well treated. Do these have significance or are they just ornamental? You know a couple of visits in the AMBU and those scars could be removed. It seems a shame to have that artwork so damaged."

She made a quick notation in the computer. "You are clear to return to duty."

Sienna frowned a little bit, not quite sure what Citrine was referring to. When it sunk in that she'd said after her belongings were decontaminated, her head whipped around to the spot in the corner where she'd left her backpack. It was gone. They'd just taken it without even asking her. She ground her teeth together in annoyance. Maybe they had procedures to follow, but someone could have at least said something to her.

She moved over to the cabinet that the medic indicated, finding only stacks of folded paper. She gingerly moved the piles around, trying to find exactly what she was talking about, when she realized that the stacks of folded paper themselves were in fact the clothing she'd suggested. Blinking with a blank expression, she wondered if this was some kind of weird hazing ritual, or an elaborate joke she was the target of.

It didn't seem so. The general mood was nothing if it wasn't humorless, after the events that the away team that had picked her up had endured, and her first impression of some of the other crew members didn't leave her feeling particularly warm and fuzzy either. It appeared she was serious after all. So she was faced with the decision to stay in her towel, change into one of these ridiculous paper-thin gowns that covered her as much as a sandwich board, or change into one of those brightly colored skintight catsuits that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Well, she had just reveled for a long time under a hot shower for free, and the promise of a hearty dinner was only icing on the figurative cake. She supposed a little free laundry wouldn't hurt either, especially if all she had to endure at this point was a routine medical screening. Taking one of the scrubs, she went back into the showering facility to slip it on and wait for her turn. Just as she was walking out, she noticed that Conrad was finally awake, and he appeared to be behaving exactly the same way he was when she first met the group, though a little worse for the wear.

She eyed him warily, tightening the towel wrapped around her once more, and watching for any sign of anything amiss. A very small part of her almost wished he would give some sort of sign that he was in fact infected, so that her suspicions and reaction on the shuttle would have been completely justified. She'd seen what those things did, and she'd likely never recover from that experience. If he would just do something that would prove her right, maybe she wouldn't feel so guilty about wanting to cut his spine while he was lying there face down.

Medical

Citrine did a check on both Conrad and Sune via the medical systems. Sune's repair would be complete in a few minutes. Conrad's more extensive damage was well under way, the automated unit was now in the process of finishing up the replacing of missing musculature.

Seeing Sienna come in, she sensed that their guest was not as comfortable with bare skin, so she walked over to the examination room. "Kindly come in here Miss Sienna and we will get your examination taken care of." she said moving the privacy screen.

She took out a stethoscope, a reflex hammer, and otoscope, as well as the PMS-1. And placed them on a tray and took it in with her.

Medical

Natsumi was glad to see Conrad awake agin and all her ship mates getting patched up. It looked like she was going to be last to get checked out. That was fine, she just hoped it would not be much longer as it was getting cold and getting into fresh clothes would be nice.

She leaned back against the cool wall and tugged the fluffy towel tighter around herself as Sienna got helped next. She was glad the Firebird was with them and had a medic to send over. All of this would have been much more difficult to do if Citrine was not there.

Medbay

"A bit of both" Bors said to Citrine as he put his shirt back on, "But these stories would take all day, and I don't want to bore you with the nitty gritty details." he added jokingly before thanking her and heading toward the wardroom.

Wardroom

He hadn't been gone that long but the smell of food was intoxicating, causing Bors to salivate before the door even opened. As soon as it did he made a beeline to the food and quickly made him self a fajita and grabbed a cola before sitting down in his normal spot to chow down.

It was barely seconds after Sienna had come back into the room that Citrine called her back to a corner in the med bay with a privacy screen. She was secretly relieved, though it probably was fairly obvious to everyone. She didn't like people violating her personal space, especially when said invasion involved this many weird-looking utensils. And she was especially wary of having herself debased that way in full view of a roomful of strangers, or people in general.

However, she somewhat wished she had just stayed in that towel now. It might have made her feel a little exposed, but its soft, luxurious touch on her skin was worlds better than the stiff, scratchy paper she now wore. She didn't feel any less exposed now, either; the only real difference was that the scrubs tied onto her torso a little more securely, but the cool draft kept remininding her that she was effectively naked still.

She drew a breath and strode across the cold floor to the privacy screen, her bare feet making no noise as she walked. "'Sienna' is good enough," she said dryly with a subtle smirk as she stepped behind the curtain and gingerly took a seat on the examination table. "Parents called me 'Miss Shelton' when I was in trouble. Hated it."

Medical Bay

Egil got off the table when he was declared healthy. He was a bit disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to spend the evening running, but there were other things he could do. He put his shirt back on and nodded at the doctor and was glad the stitches could be removed as soon as tomorrow morning. A good night’s rest would probably do wonders on the wound too.

“Hey buddy.” Egil’s face split into a smile when he heard the voice of their friendly giant coming from the autonomous unit. He quickly moved over and knelt down to face level while the doctor explained his condition. The machine rapidly maneuvered across the wound on his back, replacing lost tissue as it went by. It looked painful, but judging from the drowsy look in his friends eyes he was probably so sedated he wouldn’t feel a thing.

“Don’t worry about anything, you’ll find out soon enough. Just let the machine do its job and patch you up. We’ll have a nice warm dinner waiting for us after.”

The announcement from Victory reverberated through the medbay as Sienna was getting situated on the examining table. She didn't initally pay it any mind until she heard her name, then her brow furrowed with curiosity as she listened. When she heard what the voice had to say, a look of surprise crossed her face, and she looked over at Citrine as she was closing the privacy curtain. "Did she say... silk pajamas?" she asked with muted astonishment. "Whoa. Y'all have the space life down right."

She ran her hands through her damp hair, pushing it aside and out of her eyes. "I ain't gonna turn those down," she continued. "Guess I'll try one of those body suits y'all seem to be fond of too, seeing as my stuff will probably be a while. Can you tell whoever that is to go ahead and bring 'em for me? Or do I need to go get 'em?"

Conrad couldn't help but chuckle at Egil looking him in the eye. Of all the things, he could only think of one thing, conjuring a smile on the man's face.

''Nobody ever knelt down to look me in the eye. I never got my back fixed this way..there's a first time for everything huh. Glad to see you haven't lost your head buddy.''

Now that Egil mentioned it, Conrad was getting hungry. The machine was still doing it's work and he could feel it. Rather unpleasant but he imagined it was way worse if he were well, fully awake and his pain wasn't ciphered away with various sedatives. With nothing to do but lie still, he thought about the things he needed to do.

Eat, maybe get clothes for some unknown guy with a rock band type deal name, buy a stack of cards to play with Egil, ask about a bigger gun...and he had some questions for other people as well. None too friendly, but he felt like he needed to. And if he was able to move properly again, cooking!

Medical Lab

"I will bring them up," Victory's voice replied on the intercom.

In a moment, the green-haired Nekovalkyrja entered the medical lab carrying an armful of garments. She gave Six Four his silk boxers and then found Sienna and gifted her with silk pajamas, panties, and a futuristic-looking glove-like garment that could almost be a diving wetsuit or a full-body yoga pant. It was in her size range and red in color with cherry blossom patterns on it.

Sienna looked dubiously at the garment. Sure, the silk pajamas looked inviting; she could be asked to sleep on the floor in the cargo bay for all she cared, as long as she had those pajamas it would still be the most comfortable, affluent night's sleep she probably ever had. But that bodysuit...

"...Thanks," Sienna said flatly to Victory as she handed her the clothing. That thing was... girly. Very girly. She wasn't sure about parading around in something so brightly colored, floral, and revealing. But she refrained from complaining; she'd asked for a ride, not her choice of wardrobe.

She looked back at Citrine, pushing her damp hair aside once more. "So, uh," she said. "What do you need me to do?"

Medical

Citrine smiled at Sienna then responded. "I just need you to hop up on this table Sienna, kindly sit on the side. I am going to just do a basic physical examination. To make sure you are healthy and if there is anything that needs attention. With your permission I will give you a shot from this hypospray. It is not any kind of drug, it contains millions of tiny little machines that will let me check you on the inside. They dissolve in twenty-four hours."

Medical

Takeyu walked casually into the infirmary and looked around, seeing the others who were there, he choose to wait his turn and just stand off to the side to get out of everyone's way.

Though, as he stood there waiting, he realized that he needed to update his backup; he had gone a few without one.

Medical

Sienna's face made it obvious that she was not at all receptive to the idea of any sort of injection, nor did the way she tensed up as she eyed the hypospray defensively. Though up to this point she didn't have any reason to suspect any sort of sinister motivation underlying this crew's outwardly polite and friendly demeanor, the idea of allowing this doctor to inject her with something she had never seen before solely on her word was at best unsettling to her. Citrine's assurance that it wasn't a drug wasn't comforting at all, as the idea of millions of microscopic machines scraping along through her bloodstream made her stomach turn a little.

Still, she had been the one to approach them solely on their reputation. She'd taken a gamble, and if they had some dark plan for her that she didn't yet understand, she wagered it probably would make more sense for them to do it some other way, such as while she slept or by force. Though she had stared down the barrels of several of their weapons, she figured that if they wanted to kill or enslave her, they'd have done it already. She was off the horrid rock she'd spent four years of her life on thanks to them, so she thought it best to take the risk play along.

"Fine," she said after a pause, drawing a deep breath. "Guess if we gotta..."

Medical

Citrine smiled but she had watched Sienna's reaction. She brought the hypospray to Sienna's shoulder. "It just makes a hiss, there is no real sensation after that." She pressed the button and the unit activated.

She then put on the stethoscope. "Okay, I am going to listen to your heart and lungs now. Just breath regularly." Citriine proceeded to listen to Sienna's heart, checking at several points. She then went around to stand behind her she listened. "Everything sounds normal."

She picked up the otoscope and looked in each ear. "Ears look good." Citrine returned to the front and shined the small point of light in Sienna's eyes. She put the tool down, and picked up the hand unit for the PMS.

She smiled, overall Sienna was in very good health considering the environment. "Well, the good news is overall you are in good shape. There are a few issues, but nothing that good food will not fix." She walked over to the cabinet and took out a small bottle with a spray top.

"If your throat gives you any trouble, just give this two pumps into your mouth. It will numb area. I would advise not using it before eating because if will numb your taste buds. It only lasts for a short while. I will step out and you can get dressed." Citrine smiled and walked out closing the privacy screen.

Stepping out she checked Sune's healing. It was complete so she set the tube to start draining. She walked over to the unit with Conrad. The unit was finishing up. She placed a set of scrubs next to him. "Okay Hightower-Hei, all finished." She pressed a few buttons and all the arms retracted. "You can get up, I placed a pair of scrubs for you to wear until you get to your cabin. " She picked up a datapad. "Here are some exercises for you to follow to help restore flexibility and strength in the area that was damaged."

Nayacesen-Taii, looks like it is your turn." She said with a smile.