S.S. Fawkes - CF-142AC
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Posted on Monday August 19th, 2019 @ 23:16 hours by Mercy & Mayterial Droz

Mission: Hot Couture
Location: Sickbay, Deck 2, S.S. Fawkes
Timeline: MD01 - 2130 hours

The sickbay was a cramped workspace, and that wasn't even taking its current resident into account. Mayterial stepped in and knew to stick to near the entrance to not be in the way of the physician and her Engineer, "Mercy, what happened?" When the beam out was requested a mention was made of one of her deckhands and it had really troubled her. This was a young Trill woman she had to convince to stay on with the vessel, and now she was in trouble. Big, huge, trouble.

The fur on Mercy's head was matted with the carmine red of her life blood, but her paws were stained by a different tint of red. She had her leg up as well, and seemed lethargic, not quite there. Through the pain and dizziness she heard May, taking a moment to focus on the other woman, her captain, before speaking. Her words slow and measured, slightly slurred. "We were attacked. Kari was knocked out right away. There was a Nausicaan, he fought like a beast. Tried to take out my leg. Hit me on the head."
Sirran ears wilted, Mercy winced. "I'm sorry, I couldn't - ... They put something in me. Some - ... sedative. Knock-out - ... stuff. I wasn't strong enough, I couldn't - "

To see the woman so beaten was heart breaking to May, she took a deep breath before stepping forward and putting a hand on her shoulder, "It wasn't your fault." She shook her head, the creeping sensation that something it might be hers. "Do you have any idea who these people were associated with? Did they say anything? Make any demands?"

She shook her head, something she instantly regretted as a sharp dagger of pain tore through her. "No. They didn't say anyth - ... wait, there was something. At the end. There were two of them, I think the Nausicaan was called Dgarr. The other one I never got a look at. But I heard him say something about three to beam up, Dgarr directly to sickbay." A wince as she shifted a bit. "So they must've had a ship in orbit, one advanced enough to have a transporter, and with crew waiting."

"Easy there." May softly caressed the furry shoulder, she immediately made a mental note of the name, definitely something to run through all of her contacts. She had to get ahead of this thing. Someone attacked her crew, her family, she didn't know who they were but she knew they weren't getting away with this.

"Right. Easy." Mercy sighed, closing her eyes with a wince, just concentrating on breathing for now. As she did though she felt another wave of nausea, her body reacting to the sedative, the knock-out drug that would've put a lesser creature to sleep for half a dozen hours. She retched, then reached for a bucket and threw up into it, trembling, looking absolutely miserable.

There was an anger boiling up inside Mayterial, something she hadn't felt in a long time. They had gotten to her, they had hurt the people on her crew. It didn't matter that they had only been in each other's lives for the better part of two weeks. For the first time in a long time it had felt like things we're looking up. Now this happened, "I swear to you, Mercy, we will get whomever did this to you and Kari and we will make them regret crossing us." She hissed.

Mercy shook her head a bit. "Not just you, Captain. Me too." her voice was soft and quiet, but full of venom. "I owe that bastard Nausicaan some payback anyways. Might as well combine business with pleasure."

"You'll get your chance." Mayterial wasn't sure if it was a good idea to let Mercy near the people that assaulted her. She had seen the blood on the woman's clothes and knew for sure that not all of it had been hers, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to have this conversation, "Rest up, we're going to need you on the top of your game when this all comes back around."

 

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