#38 Just trying to help

Posted on Tue Jul 27th, 2021 @ 9:31pm by Chief Warrant Officer Niraasha "Nira" Whisperwind

Mission: Mission Guardian Shield
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: current

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After going and gethering her belts and weapons, Nira had broguht them back to Sickbay and put them in Bjorgo's office. The medical staff was busy, with Long and Bjorgo off to see to the proper medpack packing and away gear. So, Nira sat in Sickbay with the rest of the staff, and she was bored to tears. As she wandered from corner to corner she examined and investigated every device in sight. She knew how to operate everything, despite showing outsiders that she seemed kind of ignorant. Not tha case at all. Bjorgo, Liza, and now Long, were the only ones she trusted. No one else had approached her, nor seemed interested in her people or her. That was fine. Xenophobia was not just a Human affliction, after all.

A woman came through the Sickbay door with two children in tow. One was a boy that Nira guessed was right around 10 Human years old. The daughter appeared to be around a year younger. Nira glanced at the other medical staff, busy with the minor, daily injuries of a starship. So, taking it upon herself to help, Nira came forward and went down on one knee in front of the children. "Yala. I am Nira." Her accent and trilled R's were there, but she spoke clearly.

"Yala? What does that mean?" Asked the girl.

"It iss Puazi, it mean hello. So, hello." She gave a beaming smile to both children, then angled her face up to smile at mom as she stood tall again. "I am Nira. I help doctors. What is injury?"

The mother sighed like a mother would when her child did something foolish and got hurt because of it. "My son climbed a tree in the atrium and fell from it. He landed on his arm and says it is in pain but I don't think it is broken."

Nira looked at the boy, her gaze going hard like a disappointed adult. "Trees say no climb. Your fate comes from your own choices. Come," she stepped in and put a hand around the boys shoulders, directing him to a far corner and lifting him up to sit on the biobed. "Show me wound, we will heal."

The boy didn't know what to think of this strange lavender colored elf. The whole time she directed him, and scolded him in her own way, he remained silent. He pulled his sleeve up when she said to and his right forearm was bruised and scraped, but even Nira could see there were no broken bones. "What are you?" The boy asked this as Nira began to examine the instruments, trying to figure out what did what.

"I am Puazi. My name is..."

"Nira," finished the boy. "I heard that part. I am Sanju and this is my sister Sabia. Oh, and my mom, Serena. Puazi? Never heard of 'em."

"Not surprise," answered Nira, using her Eldritch Magick to examine the boy instead of all these electronic wastes of energy. Cradling Sanju's arm in her left hand Nira ran her right hand back and forth over the area that appeared damaged, open palm, which seemed to glow with an amber light as she did so.

The mother stepped in. "Stop! What the hell are you doing to my son? What is that light?"

Bringing her hand up as if swearing an oath, Nira showed her the palm, which was dark and lavender. "It is magick. Ancient magick from An-droh-mee-dah."

"Andromeda? Where the hell is Andromeda?" The mother was getting heated. Several of the other staff members whipped their heads around, realizing that Nira had taken it upon herself to aid patients, and now there was a confrontation.

Lt. JG Samson Ocean came out of the medical storage, hearing what was going on. He knew that Nira was Doc Bjorgo's special project. The sexy, classy black man made his way over. "Hi Nira. Is there a problem, ma'am?" He then looked at the distraught mother.

"Yeah, there's a problem," explained the mother. "This...thing is using weird abilities on my son. I want it stopped. Now!"

Ocean gave a pleasant nod, then looked to the Puazi. "Nira, I'll take over. Thank you for assisting." He looked directly into the eyes of the mother as his face came back in her direction. "Just so you know, ma'am, Nira here is Doctor Bjorgo's assistant. She has no intentions of hurting your son, or anyone else. The fact that you called Nira a 'thing' speaks volumes about your character. Please, take your son over to nurse West for the rest of his treatment."

"No!" Sanju barked that out loudly. "She wasn't hurting me mom. I want Nira to help me. Please, Doctor. Please, mom. Let her finish."

Nira stood by patiently. It was obvious that the mother had a bias against non-humans, but she didn't take it personally. Ignorance could be found everywhere in the universe.

The mother gave another sigh of frustration. "Fine." The mom looked her son in the eye. "If she hurts you, you let me know immediately."

"I will,"said the boy. Sanju looked to Nira. "Please, continue."

Nira looked at Samson, who gave her a nod and motioned for her to continue. "I am curious, as well, Nira. We need to learn from each other." Ocean gave her a smile.

"I no hurt Sanju. Promise." Nira reassured the mother.

Once the mother nodded to go ahead Nira put a finger under Sanju's chin, lifting his face upward as she looked into his eyes. "Focus." The trilled R's and spanish/eastern europe sound to her accent was still there, but she spoke plainly, straight, with no broken Federation Standard. "Look into my eyes. Feel the energy doht (here)." She used her index finger to tap him between the eyebrows, above the bridge of the nose. "Pull all your energy doht. Let it build."

Sanju looked uncertain. "I don't know what you mean. And, it kinda scares me."

"There is nothing to be scared of, Sanju. That which I ask you to build is your own energy, and it will never harm you. Repercussions from using it wrong will affect you, but not when self healing unless harming others." She gripped his smaller hands in her own, a stance of begging. "Please, focus that energy and don't be afraid. Fear is a crippler and it will always cause undo hardship. Show courage and be honorable and all will unfold as it should."

Sanju could hear the conviction behind her words. That she was speaking truth. As a young Human male it actually enlightened him, knowing that she spoke from the heart and truly believed in all this magick stuff. So, trusting himself and Nira, he closed his eyes and focused as hard as he could on the main chakra point. He realized he was pushing at it too hard, so he relaxed and just let his focus and energy flow to that one small spot.

"Open your eyes." Nira said.

When Sanju opened his eyes Nira's face was mere inches from his, and her chakra point on her forehead was glowing with an amber illumination, some strange glyph pulsing in and out of view.

"I am going to pull you the rest of the way, it will be sudden and intense." Nira needed him to come full circle, but he still hesitated. "Everyone, myself included, feels fear for the briefest of moments. But, do not focus on fear. Focus on healing your arm. Put your energy there. Fear will eat that energy and cause you to stumble. You are the master of your body, prove it."

It took a long 15 seconds but, without warning, the chakra point on Sanju also began to glow with a strange amber color. He had his own glyph within and it told Nira what kind of person he was meant to be. Sanju continued to focus his chi to his chakra, while thinking about his healed arm being fully functional.

"What the shit?!" Sanju's mother saw the glow and began to freak out. Ocean caught her and held her in place. "Let them finish. Some healing methods are different, ma'am. But, if you interrupt it could make things worse. Please, let it play out."

The mother struggled at first but it quickly subsided. "Okay. But, if my boy suffers you two are done, you understand?"

"I do, ma'am." Samson Ocean gave her an understanding look. "I'll take the entire burden upon myself, as the doctor who was here and allowed it to happen. Something tells me he'll be fine." Even as he said that his eyes widened at what he saw happening. The glyph on the boy stopped pulsing, showing itself prominently within the amber glow. Before their very eyes the arm began to lose depth of color on the bruising, and the scrapes folded over to undamaged skin. Within moments the arm was completely healed.

Nira let out a howl of jubilee. "Eeeyah!!! You did it!" She cackled as she grabbed Sanju and hugged him, the boy hugging her back as his mind raced to show him what had actually happened since he had been in a trance to make it happen.

Tore Bjorgo walked into Sickbay, expecting everything to be same as always. Upon entry he saw that the patients and staff were all encircling a biobed in a far corner. Quietly he made his way forward, between people, to see the final result of what Nira was doing. Shit, he thought.

"Hi, everyone." Said Bjorgo, loudly and in a tone of interruption on purpose. "If you have been seen to, please leave Sickbay. If you are staff, find something to do. Ocean, you stay. Everyone else, get busy." The crowd broke up. Tore looked Nira directly in the eyes, his anger apparent. "What was that?"

"I taught him how to convince his body that it had never been injured," stated Nira. "It is a gift that all sentients know. For some it is genetic memory, for others it is discovery. Obviously humans need to discover that potential, and Sanju did. It will be some time before he can do it again, but with each calling one becomes stronger."

"Do not see to my patients, Nira! That's what my staff is for!" Tore was beyond angry. "That spectacle will have people off-kilter for weeks. With the shit show we're flying into that's not such a good place to be."

"Then give me a spot in your tribe!" She screamed in his face, raising her voice as he had. So forcefully that a lock of his hair moved.

That gobsmacked him. "My tribe...a spot...what?!"

Nira reached out and flicked his combadge at the bottom. "Give me rank and position aboard. I don't care if it is the very bottom. You people aren't hard to figure out. For the most part humanity is petty, vain, arrogant, corrupt at heart, and bloodthirsty. Did I miss anything?" Her smartass ending irked him once more.

"Watch yourself." Tore had his jaw clenched when he said that, his control beginning to fade. "This is my domain and I am chief in here."

Nira's chin dropped as she looked through her brows at him, her feet instinctively going shoulder-width apart for balance. She knew he was more than a mere human. "You're just angry because you know I'm right. You are proof of humanity's corruption. You idiots decided to try and redesign your species, which almost destroyed your planet. And you, Tore, are a product of that technology. How does it feel knowing you are, by design, flawed?" She prepared for attack. Her muscles were ready but relaxed. Tightening up would only hinder opening defenses.

Bjorgo was able to hold back, not giving her the satisfaction of being baited. "I am not my predecessors. So, please," he was calming down again. "Let us not antagonize."

Showing she was relaxed a bit, Nira gave him a nod. "Fair enough. Truce in place." She remained vigilant, and she was sure he did to.

Tore took in a large breath and let it out through his nose to calm down further. "In my office, now." He trudged off.

The mother and son were hugging and talking in amazement, with ocean declaring the boy healed. "I don't know how you did that, Nira, but it was amazing." His smile was genuine because he liked the fact that a child had not suffered.

"Dankhu," said Nira. "I'm in trouble." She used her head to motion toward the CMO's office. "Go on, let me take the blame. Go," she pushed him lightly. "Go."

Samson wanted to argue since running from a problem was not his style. But, looking into those glowing eyes, seeing both trust and friendship, he gave in and left Sickbay at her behest.

Nira went to Tore's office and stepped inside since the door was locked open. She tapped the key and closed it for privacy. "What do you want to talk about?"

"You, for starters," replied Tore, spinning around to face her from behind his desk. "What are you doing, Nira? Are you trying to attract attention to yourself?"

"I am Nira Whisperwind. Daughter of Nira, Granddaughter of Nira and great granddaughter of Nira. I will not hide who I am. I am Meji, protectors of the universe, in every dimension. Your Milky Way is young, Tore. Far younger than Andromeda. Even though we are destined to become one, Andromeda was born before Milky Way. But, your galaxy is ready for a higher form of understanding. A higher form of existence."

"What do you mean, a higher form?" Bjorgo was taken aback by her sudden change in subject matter.

Nira gave a grin. "Knowledge. Knowing that what you once thought of as fantasy and mythology is actually real. As real as I am. As real as you are. Tore Bjorgo, you are a product of evolution, despite the fact that you are also an example of cheating evolution. If Humans didn't want to better themselves as a species then you would never have been conceived. But, deep down in the very cells that make us who we are is the truth. Genetic memory, for those in this galaxy, is something to strive for. Sanju is proof. That well of Eldritch power is inside all of you, everyone in this galaxy. It just takes tremendous effort to bring it forth. Pop the bubble, my friend, and really experience knowledge and the multiverse that surrounds you."

Tore had listened, seeing various points in her diatribe that made sense. But, despite all that, he was still who he was. "I will talk to the Commodore myself. You will not touch another patient until that has happened, do you understand?"

"Aye, Sir."

He cocked his head. "Where did you learn that?" Tore had never heard her say those two words before.

"I observe, Tore." Nira rolled her eyes sarcastically. "I am an envoy, so it stands to reason I am well-versed in observation and protocol."

"Good point," answered Bjorgo. "Okay, here is how we will start. Right now, this very moment, consider yourself a crewman recruit. That means you obey orders and stand down when told to. Agree to that and I will take it to Commodore Song. Hmm?"

Nira grudgingly agreed. "Fine. Can I help now? That's all I want, Tore, to help." Her tone had changed to that of pleading to be given a chance. "I never mean to offend or shock. I don't think, I just do, when it comes to certain things. Helping younglings is definitely one of those things."

"Shut up." Tore's tone was flat, monotone when he said that, which made her blink and actually stop talking. "Yes, you can help." She had melted a pinpoint hole in the ice around his heart. She was so damn good at manipulation and he had, once again, fallen for it. That was okay, he would take it out in trade later this evening. "You are assigned as a CNA for my Sickbay. I suggest you plop your ass in a chair and bone up on your duties. Fail me and I will have you banned from Sickbay unless you're a patient. Understood?"

"Aye, Sir."

"Good, now get out of my office and lock the door open when you leave. Dismissed."

It took several seconds for her to realize that he had summarily dismissed her like a hard-nosed CO. Standing, Nira left his office, doing as he had directed. Her heart was in her feet. She had let the tribe down and was being punished for her indiscretions. It was time to meditate, or Kel'no'reem where she came from. A deep meditation that allowed one to travel the multiverse as an astral projection. However, straying too far across space and time left a longer tether back to your physical form. If that tether was cut one could be lost forever. She had no need for that. Nira was more interested in the immediate area of her life.

Leaving Bjorgo to himself Nira left Sickbay, headed to her quarters.

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