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Posted on Sat Jan 2nd, 2021 @ 9:24pm by Commander Nokomis Diza & Lieutenant JG Anastatzia "Statzia" Liski
Edited on on Thu Jan 21st, 2021 @ 3:04pm

Mission: Mission 4: Letting the Hair Down
Location: Various Corridors/Stazia's Quarters
Timeline: MD 06 - 1415 Hours

Directly after "Nerve Testing".

Statzia stopped at the turbolift. She let out a shaky breath. She didn't want to turn around for fear of confirming that Nokomis was indeed following her down the corridor.

Mis slid inside when the turbolift doors opened. "Stubbornness is not only limited to humans," she said softly. She could think of plenty of examples when it came to herself. She always had to feel things alone. "But, I figured I'd at least walk you home so that the Ensign doesn't put in her report that you left against medical advice."

"There was nothing to advise on!" Statzia slumped against the wall of the turbolift. "Nothing has changed in my leg, other than the fact that having a needle jammed into your nerve and muscle is nauseatingly painful! She was the one who wouldn't let me leave when the test was done."

"That's the thing about doctors and nurses, they have to fix things,. Even if there's nothing they can do for a patient they want to at least make sure they aren't in pain." She shrugged. "Most people want it taken away too."

"But I'm not broken, I don't need to be fixed!" Statzia spat out the words, slamming a fist/crutch against the wall of the turbolift, inwardly cursing the fact that turbolifts didn't go faster.

"I never said there was," Mis replied softly with complete calm. "I'm just . . . . trying to show you the other side." It was as good of an explanation as any. Though she wasn't sure that it was completely the truth. She didn't care if Stazia didn't want to fit her leg with a replacement. But, she did want to help and short of actually putting a hypospray to her neck to knock her out and get rid of her pain, she didn't know how to do that.

"I can get back to my quarters just fine." Statzia slipped out of the turbolift as soon as the doors opened, brushing part Nokomis.

"You probably can, but that's one of the great things about being an XO, I can walk you anyway and there's nothing you can do about it." She kept a couple of steps behind her. "You can of course kick me out, but come on. It's me, what are you afraid of? I'm not going to tell anyone anything."

"As XO, why wouldn't you say something?" Statzia spun to face Nokomis. "Have me drummed out of Starfleet dishonorably because I'm a loose cannon, a poor officer? Or knock me down yet another rank to see if I give up and quit on my own?"

"And why would I do that? Well I mean, you are kind of a pain in the ass, but your work hasn't suffered because of it." Nokomis joked. "Look, if you really want me to leave you alone I will. But honestly Staz, I just want to help. I don't like it when people I care about don't feel well. I'm a nervous mother hen."

When Nokomis said 'mother hen', it made Statzia pause. She opened her mouth to say something, but her voice caught and she shut her mouth again. "Fine," she grumbled, turning back down the corridor, making a turn halfway down into her private quarters.

Nokomis gave a nod. It was as much as she expected Stazia to give and it actually pleased her. "I'll be quiet. " And she was. Upon entering though she discovered that the quarters were pretty sparse, only a single picture frame. Mis went to the replicator and ordered a tea, handing it to Stazia.

Statzia gestured for the tea to be placed on the table, and disappeared briefly into the bedroom. A few minutes later she emerged, having shed her uniform and wearing an Academy sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants, one leg cropped at the knee. A large newly-forming bruise was visible just below the kneecap. "See, I'm fine, Commander." She leaned one crutch against the wall near the replicator. "Small bowl of cubed ice," she commanded the replicator.

"Commander hmm?" Mis sighed. "All right. I'll let you be miserable alone. You know how to reach me, and I will be by to check on you later. "

Statzia sighed as she crossed the room with a single crutch, carefully carrying the bowl of ice to the table. "You don't have to come check on me, Mis." She picked up the rubber water bottle sitting on the table, unscrewed the cap, and began filling the bottle with ice. "I didn't want the pain killer because it will wear off sometime in the middle of the night, and it--it makes for pretty gruesome nightmares." She finally made eye contact with Mis. "If it still hurts when I fall asleep, it's harder to get to sleep, but I'm far less likely to scream my way back into consciousness in the middle of the night."

Mis thought there must be some kind of pain medication she could take that wouldn't do that but she nodded. "I know I don't have to, but I do want to. And fair enough, it is your choice after all. I'll let you get some rest." She headed for the door and then paused. "Oh, I don't usually do anything for my birthday but I was thinking about a costume party this year on the holodeck. You're welcome to come. I was thinking fantasy or steampunk . . . It's friday at 2000 hours."

"Costume party?" Statzia seated herself on the couch, putting the ice on the growing bruise on her half-leg.

"Yeah, I thought it might be fun," Mis shrugged. "Are you familiar with the steampunk genre?"

In a rare expression, Statzia gave a hint of a smile. "I used to own a very worn out copy of The Time Machine by H.G. Wells. I read it cover to cover several hundred times."

"Oh good, so you'll know what to wear then." A thought seemed to come to Mis while she was standing there deciding whether to leave or not. "In fact, I might be able to help you out with that . . ."

Statzia's brow wrinkled. "If you're thinking that I have something in my closet that will work, I'm afraid that you'll find my wardrobe...incredibly sparse."

"Nope, I'm plotting something else. Should have time to finish it. Why do you carry such little personal belongings anyway if you don't mind me asking?"

Statzia patted the other half of the couch, propping her own back up with a pillow. "Leaving home was a--strategic departure. I sold everything that I had of value in the weeks before I left, and only brought a few changes of clothes and that book I told you about." She let out a quiet sigh. "It took every penny I had to get passage to Earth, and some--negotiation to get the recommendation to apply for the Academy since I'm not exactly a citizen of, well, anywhere."

Statzia shrugged. "I came into Starfleet with nothing, and I've just never...accumulated things."

"Hmm." Mis replied wondering if Stazia never felt like she was at home. But, she was going ahead with her plan anyway. "My quarters aren't cluttered by any means but I've picked up a few things over the years."

There was a pause. "I have a horgh'an on the shelf in my closet," Statzia offered.

Nokomis started laughing. "Why not display it and make your life more interesting?"

A smirk played at the corner of Statzia's lips. "Do you want me to get out the horgh'an for decorative or...personal reasons?"

"If it was on display it wouldn't really matter the reason, not to some people anyway. I should go though. I have a little surprise for you but I need to work on it."

There was a flicker of surprise on Statzia's face. "Okay. Friday at 2000?"

"Yes, I'll see you then. Hopefully," Mis smiled and walked out the door, her mind working through a knitting pattern in her head as she walked back to her quarters.

Commander Nokomis Diza
Executive Officer, USS Orion

Lieutenant JG Anastatzia Liski
Chief Operations Officer, USS Orion


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