Post # 1 Root of the Problem

Posted on Tue Aug 25th, 2020 @ 3:29pm by Commodore Cyndi Song & Lieutenant Tara Herculoid PhD
Edited on on Thu Aug 27th, 2020 @ 11:53am

Mission: Star Base Mercury
Location: USS Amandora
Timeline: Concurrent.

On

< Sickbay >

Brol was invited and ventured itself down to sickbay all 6 feet of its height. Now with an ever updating phonics translator Brol spoke in Federation normal dialect.

H'iri greeted and began her scans of its torso.

Tore glanced up from his desk, in his office signing off on Sickbay reports and documents. Seeing the Brol he was glad. H'iri was going to do a full make-up of tests and scans to better deal with Amethyst and her unborn child. He went back to his paperwork.

H'iri was all business when it come to this part. She then hailed the bridge to invite Lt Herculoid in on this.

" Lieutenant I have completed the physical work up if you wish to analyze Brol any further." H'iri told Tara.

Tara had brought a tri-coder with her "This won't hurt you, it will help me, the commodore, the CMO and others on the ship understand you your DNA better. With your permission I'm going to run some scans on you."

" I have nothing to hide Tara Herculoid of Science." replied Brol as it raised its limbs for further scans.

Tara switched on her tri-coder and scanned the Brol, making sure to get the entire being scanned.

Tore, being an Augment, could hear everything going on out in his Sickbay. Reports now signed-off, and added to the medical library, he then ventured out of his office with his locked-open door, observing what was going on while seeing a woman in civvies standing just inside the medical bay. She seemed hesitant to enter, seeing a living tree and all the medical staff standing around gawking at it. "Please, Miss, I am Doctor Bjorgo, Chief Medical Officer. Come in, come in," he said, waving her his way. Once she began to move toward him Tore then raised his hands and clapped twice, loudly. The claps snapped his staff out of their daze. "Brol is being seen to, people. Others are not. Chop-chop, get to it." Everyone began to move and attend to the other patients as they came in.

H'iri completed the medical scans of the blood like substance the Brol used as its blood. With extra emphasis on the platelet factors and remarkable healing properties.

" You wish to have me show my rehealing properties. Tara break this appendage." Brol instructed.

Tara shook her head, "I have no intentions of breaking any part of you off"

" Brol are you aware of a infection you have called root rot? " asked H'iri.

Brol bowed its head.

" Yes I am not going to be able to remain aboard. There is not enough ultraviolet light to sustain. I need to return to Brol."

" But you said Brol is infested with the spiders. Will you die there?" H'iri asked.

" I will if I remain. Is our ship repaired Tara of Science?" asked Brol.

"I'm no engineer but if your ship is infested with spiders then I suggest we find a way to kill off any who may still be on it. And I'm sure the commodore and I can find a planet where you'll be free of them and can live safely," Tara said

" They rescued the ship and it is in tow. No other planet is Brol our home."


" The root issue is solvable with the right nutrients we can design a hydroponics attachment for your roots. I got the idea from Amethyst fetal sac. That is if you wish to stay." H'iri added to the conversation. She was enjoying Brols kind though inwardly she found herself wanting to scratch his woodish torso like an alley cat. Brol also seemed to employ a scent not so different than cat nip.

" I do wish to stay." Brol replied.

" We will do our best to make that work Brol. " H'iri promised.

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