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<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 3-7-1997</h4>
Stardate: 90307.1356<br>
Scene: Sickbay<br>
MD: 5.0300<br>
The Trader-Monk had regained its feet, and dashed towards Dee's scent.
Suddenly, silently, it stumbled, and crashed to the floor before it reached
its frozen quarry. Glin'kharr smiled wryly. "Gotcha," he whispered. Then
came the pain. He closed his eye and gritted his teeth.
Krysa watched almost in slow motion the events when led to the demise of
the FEYNMAN's CMO. The echo of Dee's scream at the sight of the creature
still rumbled in her ears even as the bodies of both Trader-monk and
Kar'llian stopped moving.
Krysa rushed over to where the doctor had fallen, her heart beating loudly
in her chest as she stepped out of the way of the creature. Dee stood
mortified still watching it, as though she were afraid it would yet stand
and attack once again.
"Doctor? Doctor??" Krysa said, though she was sure there would be no
response. "Security to sickbay, NOW!!!" Even as she spoke a couple of med
tech's ran in along with Dr. T'del.
"What happened?" The Vulcan asked with studied calmness.
"I'm not completely sure. It happened so fast, and we came in .. it was
almost over by then." Krysa said, looking up at her with sad eyes.
T'del nodded and knelt down, her tricorder poised over the downed CMO.
Krysa pulled out her phaser and pointed it at Dee. "Haven't you done
enough? Why did you come back?" Dee looked at her, but Krysa was pretty
sure she wasn't seeing her. Most likely anything she had to say now would
go unheard. She sighed and tapped her commbadge. The Captain had to be
told.
***
MD: 5.0315
As the Dee was led away Zane turned back to face Glin'kharr. He moved a
few steps forward and then dropped to one knee beside him "Oh doctor....."
Krysa watched as they led the fake Ensign away, and then turned to see Zane
drop to one knee. She felt his pain and walked over to him, crouching down
next to him and putting a hand on his shoulder.
T'del looked up from her tricorder. Even with her non-emotional heritage,
T'del's eyes were somber. "There is nothing we can do, sir."
Zane nodded silently, and Krysa could see his distress easily. She stood
pulling on his arm, "Come on." He looked at her briefly, then stood,
following her gentle lead.
She led him into Glin'kharr's office, where her hand fell away from his
arm. The tall captain leaned back against the wall heavily. "This isn't
supposed to happen," he said quietly.
"I know," she agreed, watching his dark eyes.
"Thanks for pulling me out of there before.." he began, but didn't seem
able to finish.
She nodded, "I know how you need to be strong in front of the crew .. but
to be honest .. I have an ulterior motive."
He looked up at her questioningly. She met his gaze and tears started to
form in her eyes, "I needed a hug."
They looked at each other sadly for a moment, then Zane held out his arms
and Krysa stepped into them and they grieved for their fallen crewmate. It
was always sad to lose a fellow officer, even to happy events such as
promotions .. but it was devastating to lose them forever in death. Not
only was it the loss of friend and associate, but also it was a reminder of
their own mortality. Something few liked to be reminded of.
For Krysa, Glin'kharr's death was only one more crime on Dee's head. And
this time she would have to pay.
Regards,<br>
Lt. Commander Krysa Jenn<br>
Ops/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br>
***<br>
NRPG: Okay, I took a few liberties with Zane, hope you don't mind, Andy.<br>
Kristen<br>
--<br>
Kristen & Scott Gant<br>
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br>

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USS FEYNMAN: Strength and Mortality

by Kristen Gant 3-7-1997

Stardate: 90307.1356
Scene: Sickbay
MD: 5.0300

The Trader-Monk had regained its feet, and dashed towards Dee's scent. Suddenly, silently, it stumbled, and crashed to the floor before it reached its frozen quarry. Glin'kharr smiled wryly. "Gotcha," he whispered. Then came the pain. He closed his eye and gritted his teeth.

Krysa watched almost in slow motion the events when led to the demise of the FEYNMAN's CMO. The echo of Dee's scream at the sight of the creature still rumbled in her ears even as the bodies of both Trader-monk and Kar'llian stopped moving.

Krysa rushed over to where the doctor had fallen, her heart beating loudly in her chest as she stepped out of the way of the creature. Dee stood mortified still watching it, as though she were afraid it would yet stand and attack once again.

"Doctor? Doctor??" Krysa said, though she was sure there would be no response. "Security to sickbay, NOW!!!" Even as she spoke a couple of med tech's ran in along with Dr. T'del.

"What happened?" The Vulcan asked with studied calmness.

"I'm not completely sure. It happened so fast, and we came in .. it was almost over by then." Krysa said, looking up at her with sad eyes.

T'del nodded and knelt down, her tricorder poised over the downed CMO. Krysa pulled out her phaser and pointed it at Dee. "Haven't you done enough? Why did you come back?" Dee looked at her, but Krysa was pretty sure she wasn't seeing her. Most likely anything she had to say now would go unheard. She sighed and tapped her commbadge. The Captain had to be told.

MD: 5.0315

As the Dee was led away Zane turned back to face Glin'kharr. He moved a few steps forward and then dropped to one knee beside him "Oh doctor....."

Krysa watched as they led the fake Ensign away, and then turned to see Zane drop to one knee. She felt his pain and walked over to him, crouching down next to him and putting a hand on his shoulder.

T'del looked up from her tricorder. Even with her non-emotional heritage, T'del's eyes were somber. "There is nothing we can do, sir."

Zane nodded silently, and Krysa could see his distress easily. She stood pulling on his arm, "Come on." He looked at her briefly, then stood, following her gentle lead.

She led him into Glin'kharr's office, where her hand fell away from his arm. The tall captain leaned back against the wall heavily. "This isn't supposed to happen," he said quietly.

"I know," she agreed, watching his dark eyes.

"Thanks for pulling me out of there before.." he began, but didn't seem able to finish.

She nodded, "I know how you need to be strong in front of the crew .. but to be honest .. I have an ulterior motive."

He looked up at her questioningly. She met his gaze and tears started to form in her eyes, "I needed a hug."

They looked at each other sadly for a moment, then Zane held out his arms and Krysa stepped into them and they grieved for their fallen crewmate. It was always sad to lose a fellow officer, even to happy events such as promotions .. but it was devastating to lose them forever in death. Not only was it the loss of friend and associate, but also it was a reminder of their own mortality. Something few liked to be reminded of.

For Krysa, Glin'kharr's death was only one more crime on Dee's head. And this time she would have to pay.

Regards,
Lt. Commander Krysa Jenn
Ops/2O, USS FEYNMAN


NRPG: Okay, I took a few liberties with Zane, hope you don't mind, Andy.

Kristen
--
Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm