Do as Mom says...

Posted on 17 Aug 2021 @ 5:15am by Ensign Vince Stryfe & Lieutenant C'Tora Kuroka

Mission: Picking up the pieces
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[bold].:: USS Andromeda :: Deck 9 :: Vince Stryfe's Quarters ::.[/bold]

"You didn't talk to the CMO," A woman's voice blared across the room, annoyance conveyed in her speech," What did I tell you to do when you got there? I didn't say just see any doctor on the ship, I said report to the CMO. I swear I thought you'd be over this selective hearing by now, Vince."

"I got my check up and cleared, isn't that all I needed to do?" Vince winced as he looked around the corner at the screen, waiting for his mother's response.

Her face was nothing but annoyed," You're an idiot, that's the only reasonable explanation, and maybe I shouldn't have gotten you cleared."

"I'm a pilot, being an idiot comes with the territory. Doesn't hurt I'm a spitting image of Dad, personality wise," Vince walked into the room completely, sitting in a chair," I just have that worry someone with that level of access may judge me a bit."

"I understand," She said softly," Now, get your ass up, and back to sickbay, or I'll personally revoke your clearance to be out of my site. If you weren't my son."

She hung up the call on that note, and Vince hung his head. He stood up and walked through the door to his quarters, headed for Sickbay, like Mom said.

[bold].:: USS Andromeda :: Sickbay ::.[/bold]

Vince walked into Sickbay, and caught Syvar's eye, but he waved him off pointing towards the desk where the CMO sat. He walked over to the desk, and looked at the CMO for a moment. He didn't recall ever seeing his species before, but it was a big universe, what could it hurt.

"Ensign Vince Stryfe reporting to the CMO, as per his Mother's orders," He smiled," Already got my pre-duty check up, but my mom said if I didn't come see you now, then she was going to launch me out an airlock." She didn't really say that, but he felt she was thinking it.

C'Tora cocked his head quizzically to the side and then gave an amused grin. " I'm sorry. There will be no launching out of any airlocks without prior doctors approval first. " He stood up to his full 2.2 meter height and extended his hand. " A pleasure to meet you Ensign Stryfe. I take it you came aboard with the last batch of transfer personal? So what will it be today? Full physical? Ok, then let's get started. " As he walked towards a bio bed and drew a privacy curtain.

"Can we just use Syvar's check up?," Vince inquired, as he disliked being in sickbay for any length of time," I mean I has a physical when I left the Silvana, when I went to board the shuttle, then when I got to the station, and then when I got here. I'm physically in peak condition, there's just other things that Starfleet medical, including my mom, are worried about."

C'Tora gave just a barely noticeable shake of the head. He thought to himself. You just had to say that and get this cat curious didn't you? C'Tora would have raised an eyebrow if he had one. " So what is it that Starfleet Medical and your mother are worried about? I think I'm going to need to know on this one. "

"Well if I don't tell you, she will..." Vince almost moaned the comment," they think I have PTSD because of the Halcyon incident. They feel ot will effect my duties, but I swear I'm fine. I know this is probably a counselor thing, but Mom said to report to you about it, because they feel it's medical too. Halcyon was messed up, but I'm fine. They think because some of the others went a little batty, I will too. So they want me constantly monitored in some way or another."

C'Tora looked briefly surprised. " PTSD? That's all? I'll be back in a moment. " He came back with two synaptic devices and gently pressed them to his forehead. " I'm going to run a neural scan on you, it should take about five minutes. With the information I should be able to come up with a targeted neural suppressant for your PTSD. This isn't a cure mind you, you'll need to receive an injection once a week and schedule however many sessions you and your counselor deem necessary. This will put you on a path to full recovery. "

Vince pulled away from the device," Sooo... Everything I say just went over your head? I don't have PTSD, not even Starfleet medical definitively made that diagnosis. They decided that since other survivors had it, I must have it too. I was just informing you of what was said to me. I don't need treatment for something I don't have."

C'Tora frowned and stopped his actions. " I'm sorry if I misunderstood you. May I do the scan and compare it to the Starfleet records of those in the Halcyon Incident, Perhaps it will help us understand better in the future if something like this ever occurs again. Other then that, I see no reason why your not able to be declared medically fit for duty. Sorry if I got ahead of myself. "

Vince relaxed," I suppose there's no harm in that. It's been done before, but I have no issue with you doing it again. I just know I'm not in the same boat as some of the others, and I hate to see them like that."

" Thank you. "C'Tora responded. " Perhaps with your assistance, we can find a way to help the others. I hate to see anyone suffer, and if a way can be found to help them I promise you I will. "

Vince shrugged," I have no issue with that at all. Of course they are under my Mom's care at Starfleet Medical. She's a Commander in the fleet, and has been on the frontlines of some big research stuff. With me being involved with the whole thing, she's gone head first into helping them as much as she can, and hoping I stay in the right frame of mind. I've already hit rock bottom once before, and pulled myself out, so I know I'll be fine this time too. If you think it'll help, I can get you in touch with her, I'm sure she'll be happy to have you lend a hand."

C'Tora nodded in agreement. " Let me research things on this end and I can compare notes and perhaps see if anything was overlooked. I kind of doubt it since there are a lot of bright minds in Starfleet medical research, but one never knows until you try. Maybe there is an unfound clue until the notes are compared, But I shall do everything that I can to help. "

"Well, ok," Vince jumped off the table," I will add that I am not supposed to speak of the events on Halcyon without approval from Starfleet, so please don't ask me. I will however do what is needed to help my friends, and that includes scans if you think you might be able to help them."

" Thank you Mr. Stryfe. You are fit for duty and certified by the CMO. And please let your mother know if there is anything I can do to help, I am willing to help if she'd like. "

"Thanks Doc, I'll let her know, and thank you." Vince jumped off the bed, and bolted for the door. He hated sickbay, but C'Tora didn't seem all that bad. As he entered the hallway he wondered if C'Tora would be able to actually help, and optimistically thought he could.


Ensign Vince Stryfe
Flight Control
USS Andromeda

Lt. J.G. C'Tora Kuroka
Chief Medical Officer
USS Andromeda