A time to Heal

[brockdantura]

This is where the crew of the Optimus will post their vaction time. A new thread will be started when we are ready for our next mission.

[brockdantura]

::Brock exhaled in relief, knowing that the mission had ended for now. He was happy to have the rest, but at the same time, he liked being in space.::

His comm panel went off. He looked at the screen and saw that he had an incoming communication from the base. He put the call through and his screen showed twofaces that were a sight for his sore eyes. It was his parents, Tans and Dreynn Dantara. They were on the station waiting to see him.::

[Dr Sabina Jackson]

Sabina hears the announcement from Commander Dantara. There really weren't any wounded left in sickbay, fortunately, and no one needed to be transferred. She does need to check on Admiral Malc, but the rest of her patients were in quarters, resting until they felt better. When they decided to leave was up to them, she was nobody's mother. Admiral Malc, however, didn't seem to know what was good for him and needed to be told when he was well enough to be released.

She makes her way to his quarters, rings the chime, and uses medical access codes to enter. She calls out in a small voice, for curteousy's sake and so she doesn't startle him. "Admiral, it's Dr. Jackson... I'm just here to take a bioscan, so please, continue whatever dream you were having."

She pulls out a tricorder and scans him. The biosigns still showed signs that he wasn't up to 100%, so she stands in the corner and types out a PADD saying if he wants to move to his quarters on the station, he may. She adds that he will be free to do relaxing shore leave activities if he so chooses, but if he feels tired again, he should go to bed. She then replicates some food and puts it on his nightstand next to the PADD.

She exits his quarters and taps her commbadge. +T+ ACO> "Sir, the Admiral is still resting, but I have cleared him to go to his starbase quarters or participate in relaxing shore leave activities." She sighs... she was tired herself, and about to become one of her own patients. She was just going to tell the nurses that they could handle any but a serious case, then go to her own quarters and sleep for the whole shore leave.

She walks back to sickbay and sees that she has a message from USS Concord. She's asked to come help them out and immediately worries that perhaps one of her earlier patients has taken a turn for the worse. She grabs her lap coat and goes through the station to Concord, and goes to their sickbay.

[brockdantura]

ACO*T*CMO> Acknowledged, Dr. Dantara out.

::Brock switched his comm channel back to see the faces of his parents.::

What are you two doing out here? This is quite a surprise! Not that I'm complaining, It's great to see you both.

Tans Dantara: They just started allowing civilian ships to use the main shipping lanes. We just decided to come see how you were doing. and I have another surprise for you when we see you.

Dreynn Dantara: We're just glad you made it, Kel (Son) We just had to come out and see you.

::Brock smiled.:: I'm glad you did, Tanta. (Mother) Give me just a few minutes to make sure the crew is ok and I'll be right down there. And I may be bringing a friend with me. Someone I'd like you to meet.

Tans Dantara: ::Laughs:: Now you really sound like an officer, Kel. Always the crew first! We'll be waiting for you when you get here.

::Brock switched off the Comm and went to the OPS station to make sure all systems and the main drive was offline. Cmdr Rivers was stull running her checks as well. Now he was anxious to get off the ship. He'd be stopping to see one of the other crew first. One that he hoped got enough sleep.::

[alex]

Alex was waundering around his quaters, which were empty by now, in his sleeping stuff scraching his butt and being his normal self. He was trying hard not to avoide the replicator like he had been for months but instead look at it consider eating something and then waunder around again. Only so many times a man can shower in a day before he risks washing away the blue pigment in his skin. He was content for now waundering about his quaters like a caged animal but with a coloring book. He had in his one hand a liquid suploment, still coxing his body to consider eating and in the other a PADD reading over and over again the orders to rest and the orders from Talk that the marines have standed down for some TLC time wih their loved ones that were in the area. One thing also returned with his sence of humor that would be the sparkle and fire behind his eyes. After all he was a Bolian. Loved peace but loved giving people a peace of his mind all the better.

[zaleknoog]

Admiral Malc awoke with a start. He had been dreaming of a war between the federation, Klingons and the Romulans.

In his dream the Romulans had managed to take over Bajor, and the Romulans had killed the Federation President and the Supreme Commander of the Romulan Empire.

He shook his head and saw the food on the table next to him. He smiled as he knew that Dr.Jackson had more than likely left it there, even though she had to know that he wouldn't eat it, as he never ate when he woke up...he drank coffee.

He got-up from his bed and went to the replicator, then ordered a black coffee. After the coffee materialized, he went over to his desk and turned-on his command console.

After reading for a few minutes, and watching a couple of video-messages left by the Doctor and Commander Dantara, he turned the console off, and headed for the shower.

He had a sonic-shower , like everyone else on the Optimus who had quarters, but he'd also opted to have an old-fashion bath-tub and shower installed. All officers had been permitted this luxury on the optimus, as it had the room to maintain the3 needed water-supply through the waste-management system.

He slipped into his shower, and after about 15 minutes of letter steaming hot water run-down his back, he shut the water off, and dried himself off with a towel...another luxury.

After showering and taking care of the rest of his sanitary needs, he went and got dressed, then headed back to his bed, where his PADD was laying on the side-table. He checked the Doctor's orders and smirked at the way she had ensured that he'd have to clear any active-duty with her first.

He laid the PADD down, and left his room, heading for transporter room 2.

[brockdantura]

alex said:

Alex was waundering around his quaters, which were empty by now, in his sleeping stuff scraching his butt and being his normal self. He was trying hard not to avoide the replicator like he had been for months but instead look at it consider eating something and then waunder around again. Only so many times a man can shower in a day before he risks washing away the blue pigment in his skin. He was content for now waundering about his quaters like a caged animal but with a coloring book. He had in his one hand a liquid suploment, still coxing his body to consider eating and in the other a PADD reading over and over again the orders to rest and the orders from Talk that the marines have standed down for some TLC time wih their loved ones that were in the area. One thing also returned with his sence of humor that would be the sparkle and fire behind his eyes. After all he was a Bolian. Loved peace but loved giving people a peace of his mind all the better.

::Brock was leaving the bridge to go look in on ensign Torianna. He looked over his PADD to see who else was still on the ship. He noticed that his friend Lt Alex was till in his quarters, and it gave him an idea. He stopped into the quartermasters office for a moment to pick some things up, and then headed to see how Alex was before he went to see about Torianna.::

[brockdantura]

Brock Dantara : ::Brock came up to Alex's door and rang the buzzer, stood and waited for a reply::
Alex of Bolian: :: Waundering around his quaters had been the past time for the last few minutes so when he heard the ringger go off he just about wetted himself before waundering over near the door pressing the button to let whoever it is in. Of course he wasn't dressed the greatest but he really didn't care he wasn't on duty. :: Come on in don't mind the mess or the man mess in here. Been a while sence the maid has come in
Brock Dantara: ::Brock entered the room, looking around he smiled. He liked the look of a batchelor pad.:: Alex, I just wanted to let you know that we've docked on the Starbase.
Admiral Malc is on the station taking a leave. He was a bit exhausted. I hate to do this to you, my firend, but I'm afraid I need you in uniform. something's come up.
Alex of Bolian: :: He yawned :: Alright but no running away while I go figure out where whoever brought me here stuck it at...knowing the yongster he hid it on me so it would be twice as hard for me to find it. :: He goes off to the other room for a bit and mumbles somemore. Befor a loud thud and crash is heard in the other room. Alex waunders back out and looks at the man speaking. :: Hey hey it's Brock...man I need to wake up faster. Sorry about the noise I had to find the uniform...it was under the bed. Silly kids.
Brock Dantara: ::Brock smiled:: How do you feel? I know you've been tired and the Doctor sent you to quarters.
Alex of Bolian: I'm doing better...the old man forgot to eat his beans in the morning...well just plane forgot to eat for a while, but that's the past. Now I'm doing much better got back on eating like a person now All that good stuff. So why is it you need me in this monkey sute?
Brock Dantara: ::Brock's boyish smile turned to a stern look of a scrutinizing Commander.:: Have you forgotten how to dress in proper uniform, Lt Alex? I don't consider that proper. ::He gave the Marine a stone face as he awaited a response.::

Alex of Bolian: :: Alex looked down and sighed :: For the love of peat I grabed the wrong pants again...Sorry sir you might hear another loud noise I have to go get my pants. That is with your permission...
Brock Dantara: Make it fast, Lt I don't have all day. ::He folded his arms and waited.::
Alex of Bolian: :: He scuttled off into the other room and muffled talking could be heard and then another lound bang before Alex came out came to attention and snapted off a salute. :: 1st Lt. Alex, now in the proper uniform, ready for whatever you have me dressed this way for sir.
Brock Dantara: It's still wrong, Lt. but I'm going to tell you what it is since you seem to be stumped. ::He reached over and removed Alex's rank insignia, and then took out a small box, handing it to him:: 1stLt Alex. You have shown courage in the line of duty. You have put the safety of the crew before yourself and have behaved in nothing less than an exemplary manner.
I am hereby promoting you to the rank of Marine Captain. Now what do you have to say for yourself, old man? ::Began to let a smirk through the stone face.::
Alex of Bolian: I need a dirnk sir? :: He quirted his brow a bit looking at him with a quizical look on his face. ::
Brock Dantara: You do, indeed, Captain. And you'll be needing this as well. ::Hands him another black box:: I am awarding you a starfleet commendation medal. You have shown dedication, Professionalism and leadership ::Pins the medal on him:: Incidently, we have a new officer on board. Her name sounded farmiliar and now I beleive it is the woman you spoke of in my quarters on Guardian. Although you probably got too drunk to remember. Lt Commander Rivers is still on the bridge. I'm sure she'd love to see you. Now go get her off the bridge, and both of you get your butts off this ship and go have a good time while the ship is undergoing repairs. ::Slapped him on the shoulder.:: Now I have another duty to perform, so Perhaps I'll meet you two over on 141 Alex of Bolian: :: He blinked a few times at the name and then nodded. :: Understood sir. I'll try my best to convince the young lady to relax but I dought she will sir. As for me getting off this ship...well that might be another story. I'm old and forgetful sir. :: He cracked an award winning smile. :: But you go see your women young man...after all you are in my quaters.
Brock Dantara: ::Smiles:: Thank you for everything you've done, Alex. I'm glad you remained on Optimus. I think we're going to have some important work to do when we get to our next mission. ::Shakes his hand and heads out the door, continuing down the hall::
Alex of Bolian: :: He shook the mans hand back and went about his busness he knew now he had to go find a lady about doimg something about not working so hard. ::

[Dr Sabina Jackson]

Sabina returns to sickbay after her house call to USS Concord. She yawns and checks her messages. Seeing none, she doesn't even wait to get to her quarters before lying on the couch in her office.

[brockdantura]

::Brock Entered sickbay and began to look about the place for the Dr. He didn't see her right away, so he called out to see if she was in there somewhere before he had the computer locate her.::

Dr Jackson, are you home? I need to see you!

[Dr Sabina Jackson]

She hears a shout as she is about to fall asleep. "Aaah!" She yelps and rolls off the couch. She gets up and emerges from her office.

She sees that Commander Dantara had been the one shouting at her. "Yes Commander? What is the nature of the medical emergency?" She uses the EMH catchphrase with a tired smirk.

[brockdantura]

::Brock walked up to the ship's CMO with a serious look on his face.::

The emrgency is, ::He began.:: That I have a chief medical officer who is about to go on shore leave with an improper uniform! You know I can't have that on my ship. In my opinion, Dr Jackson, you leave me with only one option.

::He reached into his pocket and produced a small black box.::

Dr Sabina Jackson. You have shown extreme dedication to your work and have shown great skill and tenacity both as a Pysician and as a Starfleet officer. I have seen you work tirelessly in the face of our recent crisis.

Because of the charges laid before you, I find it it necessary to promote you to the rank of full Lt., With all the priveledges that rank entitles.

::Hands her the box.:: In addition to these charges, Dr. I deem it only necessary to award you the Starfleet medal of commendation as well. ::Takes out the second box, opens it to show her the small medal.::

Now, what have you got to say for yourself, Dr Jackson?

[Dr Sabina Jackson]

"I'm a doctor, not a medal collection. I'm just doing my job, sir." She inspects the medal.

"I also had a lot of help. Make sure my staff are put on the docket for commendations, too. And Kestrin Thrann, from the Tahoe, was the best help... he's on Concord now."

[brockdantura]

I understand that, Dr. But Starfleet likes to recognize those that are outstanding in thier work. Your modesty makes you all the more deserving.

As far s commendations for your staff, I totally agree with you, and as a dept head you may give them the commendations yourself.

I agree with you about Dr thrann, but he is not of my crew. Perhaps if you send a note to Col Delor he''ll be happy to oblige. And send Julius my complements.

Why don't you get some rest in your quarters or get a room on the base where no one will bother you. You've earned it.

I have a couple more stops to make and I'm going on base to see my parents. Enjoy your rest Dr.

::With that Brock leaves sickbay::

[Dr Sabina Jackson]

"Thank you sir." She accepts the two boxes from Commander Dantara. "Have a good shore leave" She says as he leaves sickbay.

She places the boxes on her desk in her office, then leaves sickbay in the charge of the EMH and goes to her quarters. She manages to change into pajamas before she falls into bed and sleeps for 12 hours straight.