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come_sailaway2022-06-08 03:27 pm
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Time to kick Medical butt
WHO: D'vana Tendi
WHERE: The Infirmary
WHAT: Trying not to panic, and setting up her Medbay
WHEN: Early June
Tendi is having a bit of a day. She's woke up somewhere that was not where she went to sleep, had a mustering that was vaguely threatening, and now is set free to roam on this sea ship with noone she recognizes, and in addition, seems to be in the distant past. However, she's resourceful and determined, so first things first.
The map of the ship has indicated there is a infirmary, and that seems a good a place as any to begin. She still has her medical kit, even if it's low on supplies, but from the look of this place, they seem to still be in the knives and string level of medicine, she's sure that her skills will be greatly appreciated.
She arrives in the infirmary, and begins to take stock, seeing what medicines they have, other supplies. After all her hypospray only has a few doses left, and best to save that for an emergency.
WHERE: The Infirmary
WHAT: Trying not to panic, and setting up her Medbay
WHEN: Early June
Tendi is having a bit of a day. She's woke up somewhere that was not where she went to sleep, had a mustering that was vaguely threatening, and now is set free to roam on this sea ship with noone she recognizes, and in addition, seems to be in the distant past. However, she's resourceful and determined, so first things first.
The map of the ship has indicated there is a infirmary, and that seems a good a place as any to begin. She still has her medical kit, even if it's low on supplies, but from the look of this place, they seem to still be in the knives and string level of medicine, she's sure that her skills will be greatly appreciated.
She arrives in the infirmary, and begins to take stock, seeing what medicines they have, other supplies. After all her hypospray only has a few doses left, and best to save that for an emergency.
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Tendi looks rather excited to discuss her ship, but is seemingly holding herself back from going full infodump on her new friend.
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"She's a naval ship, then? I went in for the army, but perhaps her Majesty's navy would have turned out better for me. Or--" He stops, his brain catching up on him. "I'm... not familiar with the USS prefix. Ah. What's Starfleet?"
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"I had wondered about the green. It seemed rude to draw attention to it," he says, awkwardly. He gives her a smile, though, warm. "But I've seen enough by this point to know better than to fight over things I once thought impossible. I am from 1892, so 'a bit ahead' is quite the understatement."
And he gives her a smile that's only slightly strained.
"String and knives, you said? Most of these drugs aren't even conceived of in my time."
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"Dermal regenerator? Yes, please, show me this." There's an excited light in his eyes, because the name is pretty self-explanatory, and while he doesn't need fancy future scalpels or fancy future sutures to do his job (his sutures are very nice indeed, thank you), a tool that can make skin regrow is just astounding. "Does it do what the name implies? How limited is it in what sort of damage can be healed?"
He steps forward almost involuntarily, grinning.
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"In fact, I have a good many scars," he says, suddenly a little hoarse. He clears his throat, not at all sure he's not being very foolish. "But perhaps we oughtn't start with those, Miss Tendi. Ah. Perhaps a smaller one, as a demonstration. Does no one in the 24th century have scars? Really?"
Watson leans his cane up against the wall, and takes a seat on a stool. He moves to roll up his trouser leg, but hesitates, feeling sick.
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Watson sighs and starts pulling up the hem of his trousers, enough to reveal some of the scarring there, just some scattered shrapnel and burns this low down; he won't pull it up far enough to reveal the bullet wound in his knee. This is for science. "'Souvenirs,' perhaps, rather than 'trophies.' I may not always like them, but they are still mine. Here, how about this one." He points to an unassuming scar just above his ankle. "Show me how this works, Miss Tendi."
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Tendi shines the reddish light over the scar, Dr. Watson can feel a tingle, like his foot fell asleep for a moment, and as it watches, the scar over the ankle fades, and then vanishes, the skin clear as it was before the injury.
"See? Easy! Really these are the easy things, most of the time in Medical, we have to deal with Dilithium burns or someone getting turns into a puppet. Man, that was a weird day...But those take a lot more effort than something simple like this."
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Watson runs his fingers over where the scar was, trying to see any sort of perceivable trace of it. There's still plenty more where that one came from, of course, but... this is enough for now. He has to think about it.
"Both of those sound... very serious indeed. Not things I'm at all sure of how you treat. I'm not sure where to begin asking questions."
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Tendi puts the Dermal regenerator back and takes out the autosuture. "This works in a similar way, but it deals with deeper wounds, where just a simple regeneration may not be effective, but I won't ask you to gash your arm open to show you how, don't worry!"
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"In my time, we don't have antibiotics," he says. "They are a dream. I have only learned about radiation since I arrived here, and I'm still not sure I fully understand it. Bacteria I know, but viruses are also new to me, as we hadn't yet learned how to detect them directly and only knew them by implication. I have removed infected limbs in hopes of stopping the spread of infection, and sewn flesh together with my own hands, and here you have some little glowing light that you wave over a patient and do it better than I ever could."
He lets out a sigh, and then forces a smile. "I suppose I should count myself lucky that the one to come and show me up so thoroughly is a charming young lady from a distant star in the far future, and not someone who dismisses me out of hand entirely."
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Tendi gives a bit of a sigh and leans against a table. "Trust me, I have a lot of experience in being dismissed or judged."
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Watson does not entirely succeed at suppressing his smile at that. Part of him is still sort of amused about it, and that he's technically part of a (very ineffectual) pirate crew.
"But I wouldn't have known. Honestly, it grieves me a bit to hear of these fantastic futures with miracles of technology, medicine, and social advances, and then we are apparently still having the same old fights over new prejudices."
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This is the first time that Tendi has looked actually nervous, looking around quickly while she changed the subject with haste.
"So where are you from anywho? You said they year, but like what part of earth?"
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Five years is a very specific and surprisingly short span of time, but also he's a gentleman, and won't press the matter.
"Oh, England," he says, amiably. He's mildly surprised that she knows Earth at all, because by now he knows better than to assume anyone from another planet would. "London, specifically. Have you been to Earth, then, that you know it?"
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That surprises him. For some reason, he did not assume that the green space lady has been to America.
"Well, the London of my time is the largest city on Earth at five and a half million people, and is a centre for culture, cuisine, and academia." Watson gives her a wry smile. "And also poverty and crime, as large cities must be, I suppose. It is never dull, at least."
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Tendi nods politely at the mention of London, but her history of earth is a bit shaky. "I have heard how bad Earth used to be, the Eugenitics wars, the Irish unification, the Black Death, back before the world really got together and it was all diffrent countries fighting for resources. Are things still that bad in your time?"
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That's... sort of nice to hear, actually. It puts him in mind of some of the bigger English universities, full of students from across the Empire, except... even grander, he has to suppose.
"I know... one of those things," Watson says wryly. Eugenics is still a very newly coined term and Ireland hasn't had the war of independence that will require it to eventually unify. "Fortunately the Black Death was well before my time, but outbreaks of plague still do occur occasionally. Not nearly as serious as it was, of course." He sighs. "I don't know how to mark my own time. We have wars, we have poverty, we have epidemics. Women have little power in my society, and rich men have too much, and the British empire is a sprawling things of many wonders and many peoples who chafe under the yoke of British rule. It certainly could be better. But we've made such improvement even in my own lifetime, too."
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"And don't be down on your own time, every day, in every way we get better and better. And if you need proof, look at me! Sure it'll take...five hundred years, but eventually you'll be traveling to strange new worlds, and meeting wonderful new people! Just have to hang in there, you know?"
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Honestly, he'd have signed up to visit new worlds. He sort of did that anyway, with a bonus colonial war. Starfleet probably would have gone better for him.
"What is the goal of Starfleet, and this Federation? You have a military rank, I notice. Are you conquerors?"
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Tendi gives a bit smile, her face almost glowing with confidence and optimism.
"We never conquer, but that's not to say we can't defend ourselves or the members of our Federation. Really, what we're looking for, to quote Captain Picard, 'The first duty of every Starfleet officer is to the truth. Whether it's scientific truth, or historical truth, or personal truth. It is the guiding principle upon which Starfleet is based.'"
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