Stardate 41047.2 - Personal Log, Lytha Taitt

Posted on 01 Sep 2020 @ 6:11pm by Chief Specialist Lytha Taitt

The small quarters lit up in response to the door hissing open, allowing the Bolian nurse to enter her home away from home. She put her PADD on the little Ikea-styled table and took the top of her uniform off, throwing it carelessly onto the couch. Per usual, her quarters were a mess, to the point it would make a Borg short circuit. But despite the chaos, she navigated the mess expertly, as if everything had a special place that it was meant to be.

Lytha waded through clothes, trinkets and other doodads to finally get into her bedroom. In there, she changed into a more comfortable outfit, one that allowed more breathing. After a return trip through the ocean of possessions she planted herself on her couch, looking at the non-visible floor for a second. Definitely had to clean up at some point, rather sooner than later.

A couple minutes after she'd arrived into her quarters, she replicated something to eat and decided it was about time she started making her logs. Not something she did often, but with recent events she figured she wouldn't lose out on anything. Taking the plate with a Bolian stew over to her couch, she sat down.

"Computer ... begin personal log, stardate .. 41047.2." The computer beeped as it signaled she was able to start. "Well, I haven't done any of these, much, so. Last couple days were very ... challenging, to put it lightly. Last month I joined the crew of the Boston when the ship took in a few other transfers as well. That intelligence officer, Katja something, and that Trill woman, something Vos. I'm not the best with names. That being said, this is my first posting on an actual ship. I've been at 2 starbases prior to this assignment, and worked on Earth before that. Safe to say, I've never been on an away mission. Closest I ever way, has been going aboard ships that were docked with the station."

"So, 3 days ago I had my first away mission. It was a raid on a base where Orion pirates were holding biomimetic gel, or something along those lines. That stuff's nasty, definitely something you don't wanna mess too much with. So, I was there on a freighter we'd use to get in without suspiscion. But things went bad pretty fast, the moment those doors opened, everyone started blasting away. The first minute or so wasn't too bad, we made good progress. Halfway down, however, this huge human, Joe I think it was, got shot in the shoulder. It wasn't a serious wound, but, had to be treated. So I gave him something for the pain and as I was about to heal the wound up, I got called in to the front."

The Bolian chewed up some of her stew before she continued. "So. I rushed to the front of the group, and what I saw was not pretty. Kyr, an Andorian, chest pretty much littered with shrapnel that had dug into him, bleeding rivers of blue. I have to be honest, the first I thought was he was already gone, but seeing he was alive still ... that was something. Takes a lot of strength and fortitude to hold on with that level of damage. So, first thing, we called in the Boston for emergency transport. But for some reason, they didn't respond. Couldn't, they had to fight off Orions. So, I'm sitting, pressed against a bulkhead, Kyr one foot in the grave and his Vulcan girlfriend desperately holding onto him. The Boston was able to eventually transport him and we were able to save his ass, but, the things I had to do just to keep him from kicking the bucket were, borderline extreme. Seal up the wounds with the shrapnel still there was, a drastic but good call. At least it keeps the blood inside the body. But having to reuse the blood he lost and inject it again, from the bulkheads. That's something that shouldn't have to be done."

She put her empty plate on the table, tossing the fork onto it. Unfortunately, the fork bounced off the blade and onto the ground, but Lytha already stopped caring about it. "So. We pulled it off. Kyr's alive, though he has to take it easy. His Vulcan girlfriend, Cher, Char, something. She almost lobotomized herself with that mindmeld stuff. Was cute that she only cared for him to be healthy, but, logic definitely went out the window. Might need to give her some training time to get her composure back, if she cares about that, that is. But to be dependant on the ship to be there or not for your patients to even get the medical care they deserve. It's not something I like. I considered no longer signing up for away missions, but then I realized. If I stay aboard, the away teams won't have me with them to save them. Or, you know, trying. So, for the sake of the crewmates who like to run face first into a blastdoor, I'll probably be exploring more chances for away missions. Heh, maybe next time we'll visit a planet with some exotic wildlife."

Lytha picked up her uniform jacket, looking at it for a few seconds, then decided she'd fold it up. "Well, that's my log about the past few days. The crew is definitely a bunch of whackjobs, but they're cute in their own way. They deserve a chance. And I think I'll have to start by cleaning this equivalent of Chernobyl up first. Computer, end log and play music. Play Earths Amazon jungle ambience soundfile A37." As the sounds of the Amazon jungle filled her quarters, the Bolian started to clean up the jungle that was her quarters, getting karma'd by the fork she'd dropped earlier right off the bat.