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Post by Doctor Faith Nomonor on Nov 6, 2009 16:17:26 GMT -5
She would causally make her way from her room, after checking that her uniform was on properly and clean she headed to the turbo-lift.
"Deck one, bridge." she announced to Enterprise as she shot up to the bridge, making her way to the Captain's room as she chimed his door, making sure to smile and give at least a wave to the bridge crew.
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Post by Captain Valdora on Nov 6, 2009 16:20:15 GMT -5
"Come" he said looking up from his desktop.
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Post by Doctor Faith Nomonor on Nov 6, 2009 16:28:35 GMT -5
She came through the door, a normal green shade to the color of her eyes as she walked in slowly, nervously tangling some of her hair in a finger, since she had been called away from work. Her hair hung down, but with many of her usual ritualistic braids and beads attached as she stood behind the chair in front of his desk, free paw placing itself on the back of it.
"Yes, Captain?" she asked in a soft, clear tone, clearing her throat afterwords as she stood still, ears perked up and facing the captain as she half-way stands at attention.
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Post by Captain Valdora on Nov 6, 2009 16:32:47 GMT -5
"I was reviewing the secuirty logs from our last mission before docking at Deep Space Six and I found somthing interesting" he turns the laptop around and shows her the footage of her tearing up Remans. He then spun it back and spoke.
"Care to explain?"
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Post by Doctor Faith Nomonor on Nov 6, 2009 16:43:07 GMT -5
She slides into the chair silently, frowning some at being shown the video,
"What would you like explained?" she asked, as it seemed self-explanatory to her what had transpired, though her eye shade seems to drain away slowly to an ice blue color.
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Post by Captain Valdora on Nov 6, 2009 16:46:28 GMT -5
"Well.....do you control it? Has it happened before? I need to know Ensign. You are a possible secuirty risk."
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Post by Doctor Faith Nomonor on Nov 6, 2009 16:54:19 GMT -5
She smiled softly, not quite the question she had expected, though her eyes remained blue,
"I'm not a berserker, Captain. I was fully aware of my actions, it wasn't anything... specific that happened, but emergencies tend to happen that require..." she breaks off... pondering the proper word.
"Touch?" she half-asks, hesitant as to say it, no longer smiling at this point as she relaxed enough to sit back in the chair.
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Post by Captain Valdora on Nov 6, 2009 20:32:29 GMT -5
"Well if you ever feel like a situation needs 'touching' again you will notify your surprior officer" he replied.
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Post by Doctor Faith Nomonor on Nov 6, 2009 22:17:59 GMT -5
She frowns at the response,
"My superior was laying face down in his own blood at the time." she gave back softly.
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Post by Captain Valdora on Nov 7, 2009 11:54:27 GMT -5
"Indeed. Well I would like to know about this from now on. Dismissed."
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Post by Doctor Faith Nomonor on Nov 7, 2009 19:51:51 GMT -5
She gave a soft nod, giving a smile as she slid from the chair,
"I don't want to make it a habit... sometimes it's just... necessary to... rise to the occasion" she gives qith a quiet rasp before frowning at what she implies,
"But i did well when we fought the borg... expunging Nano-probes from his system..." she commented... brushing her hand along the back of the chair as her eyes returned to a light shade of green as she prepared to leave.
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Post by Captain Valdora on Nov 8, 2009 22:29:58 GMT -5
"Yes you did. Lets just try and stay to that side of you alright?"
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Post by Doctor Faith Nomonor on Nov 9, 2009 2:22:48 GMT -5
Her smile fades as she nods,
"Just keep your wits about you, Captain, as must we all, everything is never what it seems at face value, i believe i read somewhere that ferengi always quadruple check their credits before they slumber..." she gave as she turned full to leave, smiling back as she opens the door,
"I try, but it's hard when your hands aren't naturally made for healing..." she gives, looking at her momentarily dulled claws hands and grasping softly before slowly turning and walking out of the ready room... a powerful and lingering sense of deep sorrow nagging at the back of his mind as she heading off to Sick-bay down through the turbo-lift.
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Post by Captain Valdora on Nov 9, 2009 15:35:22 GMT -5
Valdora sighed and nodded to himself. He too understood having a savage monster inside himself but he also knew that he needed to keep it under control no matter the cost to himself. Without his moral and intellectual barriers he was a savage killer and so too was Faith.
As he was reminded of this his eyes drifted over to his glass filled with blood. Synthesized to be a replication of Terran blood. He cleared the thought from his mind and took a drink from it.
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Assitant Chief Medical Officer/ Combat Medic
Commanding Officer