#5 Angst/The Awakening

Posted on Sun Jan 24th, 2021 @ 8:25pm by

Mission: Planet Savai
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: current/somewhere in between

OOC: This takes place after the briefing. Just an FYI, folks :)

ON:

Bjorgo got back to Sickbay and as soon as he entered and the door closed behind him, he sidestepped to the nearest medical cabinet. His right fist shot out and punched the door, leaving a fsited knuckle indent. The noise was immensely loud in the quiet confines of Sickbay, and as soon as that blow had been struck Bjorgo gave the same wall cabinet elbow smashes, forearm bashes, backhands and several more punches. His entire Alpha shift staff stood still as statues as they watched him destroy the metallic cabinet. Meds and devices flew everywhere with each crushing blow. Still facing the cabinet andleaning his torso back Tore let loose a bllod-curdling, barbaric roar, finishing it off with a final blow to the cabinet with a heel kick. Spinning around, spittle on his lips and breathing heavily, Bjorgo looked to his people. "Apologies for my performance. Clean this up, please. I'll be in the iso-chamber." Kicking a few items out of his way the Doctor went through to his lab and the iso-chamber.

Tore's saucy little EMH, Vette, appeared. "It's okay, folks. The boss gets this way when he feels let down by those he respects. Instead of killing you all and taking over the ship he chooses to vent his anger in healthier ways." She kept a pleasant smile on her face, as if this was all just par for the course. "I will clean this up. Will someone call engineering and tell them we need a new cabinet?" Without waiting for an answer she got to work cleaning up her master's mess.

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Bjorgo walked into the isolation chamber, not really looking around as he gathered his equipment to conduct further studies. There was a hissing noise from over his left shoulder as he had his back to the sarcophagus. Turning slightly and looking back, that's when Tore realized that the lid for the pod had split right down the middle and slid open, the doors disappearing into the pod's main fuselage. Approaching cautiously Bjorgo held tight to his tricorder. He had no other weapons and if this being came out in a rush, wanting to fight, she would get a bash upside the dome. But, there she lay, a mist enveloping her body like dry ice, with three flexible tubes attached to each arm and each leg, appearing to transfer fluids and nutrients. It was his best guess.

The woman inside, despite her lavender coloring, was striking; beautiful. Thick black hair, with long, tapering black eyebrows. Her ears were very long and pointed, reminding him of fairly tales with elves. She was completely nude, no hair anywhere on her body except her head. On her mons there was what looked like a tattoo, a glyph of some kind, and as he stood there taking her in, that glyph on her abdominal region began to glow with a blue-white luminesence. She was waking up...

Lying in a daze, her mind going from a great white nothing to consciousness, Niraasha Whisperwind allowed her body to respond as it should, her Eldritch magick aiding in this. ~Feel your heartbeat, Nira. You live. You must awaken to survive. The Koth are coming~

Her eyes opened and they glowed with the same eerie blue-white glow as her belly glyph, reminding the Doctor of EPS conduits. She came up fast, the tubes releasing and disappearing into the pod as she erected into a crouch. Her pose was very feral, her body bending in ways that would harm most humanoids, as she stuck her amrs out in a threatening posture, her fingernails growing into rather sharp claws. She bared her teeth and gave a hissing growl like a large feline. Her face remained aimed at his as he eyes danced around the room. After which she locked eyes and spoke in a language completely foreign to him, but very fluidic, with trilled R's and such. He showed open hads as he shrugged, then used his left hand to motion to his ear. "I don't understand." His hand went into muppet mode, then he touched his lips and shook his head no.

Nira hopped back on the other side of the pod from this strange looking male. She huffed a few times, taking in his odor and pheromones, instantly committing it to memory. As she kept him occupied by looking all confused, her right hand ran along the side of the pod. Amber colored sparks came forth from her hand and were absorbed into some runes. A panel opened and a tray of weaponry slid out. She stepped back to allow it to open, seeing her twin daggers and taking them up in knife-fighting stance.

Bjorgo watched all this go on, not really sure how to proceed other than let her get to a point she felt she could defend herself, and THEN begin to try and communicate. As she came up in a slight crouch, blades in hands, he raised his own up defensively. "No!" He shook his head, his gaze boring into hers, wagging his finger no, as well.

Nira cocked her head, reading his body language. He was not here to fight. "Neh neh?" She then shook her head as if to say no.

"Okay, sure, neh neh. Please," he put his hands together in a prayer stance for a moment, then made the charades of putting her blades away on her belt, even though she was still naked. ~Not bad~ he thought. ~Wonder if she's compatable...nevermind. Not now~

He did his own charades and made fists in a boxing stance, shaking his hands to emphasize them. "Neh neh," said Tore as he opened his hands peacefully.

"Neh neh," Nira responded with finality, immediately going casual as she reached her hand into the pod, a black mass of some sort crawling up her arm and roiling along her body. It looked metallic, but not. It looked latex, but not. It reminded him of Underarmor, but yet it didn't. It completely blacked out her lavender skin wherever it lay, and it broke apart into a bikini style outfit. "Doht." She said, placing her hands on her hips and hitching them in a saucy, swag way.

Bjorgo actually gave a chuckle, before clearing his throat to stop, trying very hard not to grin. It was obvious that she was from an advanced species, yet she was so...childlike.

Hearing him giggle, Nira considered him non-threatening, even if all her senses were telling her that this was a ship, with hundreds aboard. It would take time to learn the terrain, and the language, but with the Eldritch already working in her mind, her internal Universal Translator was hard at work.

Bjorgo poked his own chest. "Tore," he said. He then motioned to her.

Her mind working hard, she couldn't quite match the letters for his language to those needed for her own name. Stepping over to the console for the iso-chamber, Nira had slipped two gold hoops on her fingers, which melded together in a dual ring, which she used to produce an even greater amount of the amber sparks that denoted Eldritch magick in her galaxy. A holo-monitor appeared before her as the magick entered the computer interface, bringing up Federation Standard as a language, and filing through it. She went through hundreds of pages in seconds, speed reading with her perfect, genetically engineered eyes. Once she had the entire context committed to memory, she then closed down the console, not once looking at any ship statistics or schematics. That had not been her goal, and honor would not permit it.

Bjorgo had come over and watched in utter fascination as she worked. Whatever that was she produced from her hands, it was an energy field of some kind, and an interface, obviously. But, as he watched, she only accessed the language base, nothing more. So, he let her continue. Once she had looked to her language interest she then shut down what she was doing. "Thank you." He said, recognizing her honor.

"Danku," she said in return. "I...Leearnn.."

"Learn? Hell yes." Bjorgo went and grabbed a PADD, setting it for basic information regarding societies and their beliefs, along with history. It could not access any other data. He handed it to her, showing her how to scroll and file search. Once she was engrossed in that Tore went over to the wall comm and used a heel slap to activate it. "Doctor Bjorgo to all available department heads. I need you to report to Sickbay immediately. Our guest is up and about." He clicked it off, going back to grab his tricorder and scan the woman herself. When the others got here then he would try to communicate more. Lavender girl needed to understand who the CO was. Though advanced, this lavender girl was also very...paleolithic in stance. A tribal, or clan society, perhaps.

That meant that a clan chieftain needed to be recognized as the Alpha. The Commodore and the Exec, most assuredly, and then the others, in kind.

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