February 2005 - Post Selection
On: Beginnings
Scene: Surface of Ipohk
Time: 19.10
The wave of hot air that flooded all her senses as soon as she left the transporter beam made Marrin a little dizzy. She remembered the time, long ago now, that she had had the same sensation - she had been accepted into an exchange program amongst starfleet academy students and been able to study on Vulcan for almost six months. When she first exited the shuttle that had brought them down to the planet surface, she had had this exact same feeling of a fist squeezing her whole body with the dry heat. What had made that time worse was that there had been a delegation of well dressed and extremely serious University Officials to welcome the earth students, who had to try their best to keep on breathing normally and remember their few phrases in vulcan. This time, she could gasp in peace.
Waiting for a few moments for the feeling to subside she glanced over the other crew that was beamed down one after another, most of them seemed uneasy with the heat, but they all seemed to handle the heat shock without major problems. Thinking back, the last few hours at the Dark Matter had been... strange. Not only the obvious fact that she had had much to do - but she also had had her first, what must be described as an argument, with a hologram.
Since the EMH gave her a distinctively creepy feeling she had avoided to activate it... him when it hadn't been nessecery, but today he had obviously been needed for treating the crew. And the way it... he had reacted to the changes she had made in the sick bay - only minor reorganization and some decorating... had been strangely like personal affront. Of course he had argued with starfleet protocol. Maybe he just had to follow his programming to every instant? She had refused to give in, though - and the rest of their work had been done in silence. What was she supposed to do? Could one reason with him? Should she ask for a reprogramming? Shaking her head to herself, she brought her attention to what was going on. Looking through her med kit she lifted one of the hyposprays and injected herself with the substance, designed to protect her from loss of fluid.
Bringing out a small tricorder she slowly walked up to Lt. Gol'Khar, the klingon was busy running an analysis on one of the desert plants in the dusk. She knew the instruments he was using would be able to get a lot of information of the whole biosphere of the planet from this single plant. "If you excuse me, Lt." She politely announced herself and started running her tricorder check on him. His only answer was a grunt, but she didn't mind too much. The klingon seemed to be in a rotten mood, but all his stats were good.
Moving on she continued to Lt Berg. "How are you doing Lt?" she asked, but opened her med kit without waiting for his answer. The man was pale, even visible under the pigmentation and the poor light and he was still breathing quickly. "Not too well, Ensign." He admitted. "This heat is getting the best of me." Injecting him with the same kind of substance she had given herself, his readings normalized almost instantly and Jeanne-Lee could see the colour return to his face. "There you go, Lt," She smiled at him. "Wait, I'd better give you one of these, as well - it'll keep you on your feet longer." "Thank you." He nodded with a grin, "I'll better go do some work now."
Doing her round, she last came to Cmd Yajeh. After finishing her scans, she added. "Is there anything I can help you with?" The blue-haired woman hardly looked up from her instruments as she handed Jeanne-Lee a PADD. "Run a scan of these and see if you can find anything."
With a nod, the medic began the task. She was glad for the chance to move about, she wanted to see more of this strange new world.
Off:
Jeanne-Lee Marrin
Medical Officer
USS Dark Matter
Scene: Surface of Ipohk
Time: 19.10
The wave of hot air that flooded all her senses as soon as she left the transporter beam made Marrin a little dizzy. She remembered the time, long ago now, that she had had the same sensation - she had been accepted into an exchange program amongst starfleet academy students and been able to study on Vulcan for almost six months. When she first exited the shuttle that had brought them down to the planet surface, she had had this exact same feeling of a fist squeezing her whole body with the dry heat. What had made that time worse was that there had been a delegation of well dressed and extremely serious University Officials to welcome the earth students, who had to try their best to keep on breathing normally and remember their few phrases in vulcan. This time, she could gasp in peace.
Waiting for a few moments for the feeling to subside she glanced over the other crew that was beamed down one after another, most of them seemed uneasy with the heat, but they all seemed to handle the heat shock without major problems. Thinking back, the last few hours at the Dark Matter had been... strange. Not only the obvious fact that she had had much to do - but she also had had her first, what must be described as an argument, with a hologram.
Since the EMH gave her a distinctively creepy feeling she had avoided to activate it... him when it hadn't been nessecery, but today he had obviously been needed for treating the crew. And the way it... he had reacted to the changes she had made in the sick bay - only minor reorganization and some decorating... had been strangely like personal affront. Of course he had argued with starfleet protocol. Maybe he just had to follow his programming to every instant? She had refused to give in, though - and the rest of their work had been done in silence. What was she supposed to do? Could one reason with him? Should she ask for a reprogramming? Shaking her head to herself, she brought her attention to what was going on. Looking through her med kit she lifted one of the hyposprays and injected herself with the substance, designed to protect her from loss of fluid.
Bringing out a small tricorder she slowly walked up to Lt. Gol'Khar, the klingon was busy running an analysis on one of the desert plants in the dusk. She knew the instruments he was using would be able to get a lot of information of the whole biosphere of the planet from this single plant. "If you excuse me, Lt." She politely announced herself and started running her tricorder check on him. His only answer was a grunt, but she didn't mind too much. The klingon seemed to be in a rotten mood, but all his stats were good.
Moving on she continued to Lt Berg. "How are you doing Lt?" she asked, but opened her med kit without waiting for his answer. The man was pale, even visible under the pigmentation and the poor light and he was still breathing quickly. "Not too well, Ensign." He admitted. "This heat is getting the best of me." Injecting him with the same kind of substance she had given herself, his readings normalized almost instantly and Jeanne-Lee could see the colour return to his face. "There you go, Lt," She smiled at him. "Wait, I'd better give you one of these, as well - it'll keep you on your feet longer." "Thank you." He nodded with a grin, "I'll better go do some work now."
Doing her round, she last came to Cmd Yajeh. After finishing her scans, she added. "Is there anything I can help you with?" The blue-haired woman hardly looked up from her instruments as she handed Jeanne-Lee a PADD. "Run a scan of these and see if you can find anything."
With a nod, the medic began the task. She was glad for the chance to move about, she wanted to see more of this strange new world.
Off:
Jeanne-Lee Marrin
Medical Officer
USS Dark Matter