My name is...

Posted on Wednesday, 25 November 2020 - 1:39pm by Lieutenant JG Adrianna Eberhardt & Petty Officer 1st Class Siana Ilian & Emerick

Mission: Operation: Ouroboros
Timeline: MD3

"Good Morning, Doctor," Ensign Sara Coleman announced with a bright smile as she greeted Doctor Murray. Smothering a yawn, running a hand through his unkempt hair as he emerged from the doctor's lounge, the surgeon waved away the god forsaken cheerfulness. She seemed unconcerned as she waited for him to join her by the nurses station before launching into updates on his surgical patients, ignoring his perhaps understandable grouchiness given his lack of sleep in the past day or so. "And finally, Siana Ilian. Isoboramine levels are still irratic but overall improving. No issues overnight."

"None?"

"No sir," the woman confirmed with a nod.

"Then why," Dr Murray countered, turning her head towards a room in the corner where the door was ajar, "is her bed empty?"

Coleman paled. "She... I..."

Murray hurried towards the door, opening the door fully as he quickly searched the room. "Call security and notify the Standing Bear. She couldn't have gotten far. And for goodness sake, ensign, please check and make sure you haven't lost any more patients during the night?"


***

"Coffee. No... Vulcan Spice tea. No! Earl Grey. Hot. Ew, why would it not be hot? Cold tea, really? In fact no... hot chocolate. With cream and sprinkles and a dash of rum... no, actually, I'm not hungry. Pizza. I want pizza. Pepperoni." Alone in the dimly lit mess hall, Siana Illian watched as the replicator promptly complied with her final decision. Perhaps, she reasoned, it was just greatful she had picked something. She knew she was.

Lifting the piping hot slice of pizza and the plate, she returned to her table which was full of cups, glasses and plates. All pretty much untouched. A buffet for two. But pizza! She loved pizza. It had sustained her for almost six months solid. No. Not her. Eryna. She loved pepperoni pizza.

Taking a bit she chewed for a moment, anticipating a rush of delicious favours on par with her memories before her hand shot out, grabbing a napkin and she promptly spit it back out before guzzling half a glass of water. "That is disgusting!"

"It would be, only the Italian's make good pizza," Adrianna commented from a table over, looking up from a PaDD. She was still on edge from her vision and the events that may or may not transpire in Italy. The 'fresh air' of the station, felt like it was doing something, albeit not much, for her nerves.

Siana let out a startled yelp. She had thought she was alone but now that she truly looked around her, it was far from true. While most of the tables were still empty, quite a few people were wandering by. "I'm not sure I like pizza at all, even Italian pizza," Siana concluded, standing up to begin recycling the mountain of food which she had sampled and found equally disgusting. With a fresh glass of water she approached the other woman, standing behind the chair opposite where she sat. "I know you... you serve on the Standing Bear, right? So do I! I think... yes, I do."

She held out her hand, "I'm Jerelle." Her face flushed scarlet and her hand closed into a fist before her fingers extended again, "sorry. No. I'm not. I'm Siana. Siana Ilian."

Adrianna raised a brow, "why the name change?" Intrigue took flight, she didn't introduce herself, due to a whiff of paranoia, but she would, I'm time depending on the response.

"I'm a Trill," Siana said, turning her head to the side, "see, spots. Stepping to the side she turned her leg, proving her point as her bare feet showed the same pattern of spots. "All the way down to my little toes...

Anyway," she added as she slid into the opposite seat, "yesterday morning I was Siana Deeson. And today... I'm host number eleven to Ilian and I am... a mess. And I don't normally dress like this, by the way. I have no idea what I'm wearing and this is not my colour. I also don't know where my shoes are. I'm pretty sure I can buy more shoes here, though, right? And they say retail therapy is good for you. They do say that, right?"

Adrianna followed the conversation," from the looks of it, perhaps instead of retail therapy, you should go back to a hospital? You're in scrubs. Your shoes will be there. After the all clear, by all means. Retail therapy is the best way to resolve most problems."

“Will it solve yours? You seem troubled,” Siana observed.

Adrianna let a smile tug at her lips." My idea of therapy involves either a punch bag or a shot gun. My last lot of retail therapy made me almost start a tribble infest-fest-ia-infestation," the Italian chuckled at her inability to say the word. She may have been fluent in standard, but some words she still struggled with.

“That’s the trouble with Tribbles... one little cutie and then you have thousands! I found one in my boots once, it did not end well,” Siana mused, giving no sign of noticing- or rather draw attention - to the woman’s difficulty saying the word infestation. “Maybe, next time, you could try buying clothes? Or weapons if that is your thing? And custard!”

Launching to her feet, Siana hurried back to the replicator and returned a moment later with a bowl and a plate. The bowl filled with custard while the plate held... “fish fingers. I saw this on one of the archives of a tv show, maybe it’ll work for me too.”

Lifting a fish finger she dipped it in the custard and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully for a moment before shaking her head. “Nope... and I think I’m gonna be sick....”

Adrianna couldn't hide her disgust in the combination. It was almost like a pregnant woman with odd cravings. Baciami stood up, wandering to the replicator and returning with a bowl. "Shakshuka and fresh warm bread," the woman commented, "means you can try tomatoes, onion, garlic, egg, spices and herbs, eggs and if you don't like it, the warm bread will settle any stomach."

Tearing off a piece of the bread, Siana took a tentative taste. Not bad. Turning to the rest of the food she took an equally hesitate taste of the shakshuka. Given her bad run of luck so far her eyes widened in delight. "Now this, this I like," she grinned.

Adrianna smiled genuinely. She felt proud that she'd managed to tantalise taste buds, especially with foods of her own people. "It should fill you up for a good few hours," Adrianna commented, "also cures a hangover better than a bloody Mary."

"If I'm this bad with food, imagine being at a bar," Siana lamented as she ate. She'd have to remember this dish for another day. "Thanks. For the food. And not calling security on the weird woman with no shoes."

Adrianna chuckled, "I wouldn't call security unless you have me reason to. Let me walk you back to the hospital though."

"I hate hospitals. Ironic, really. One of Ilian's previous hosts was a doctor but still..." Siana finished her meal, feeling fit to burst. "Maybe we could go to the sickbay on the Standing Bear instead?"

"Fine, but call the other one first to say where you're going," Adrianna agreed.

Siana flashed a mischievous smile, "where is the fun in that."

The cheek. It was entertaining. Adrianna smirked holding out her hand, "Adrianna Baciami. I work in Intel on the Standing Bear. You are entertaining, and don't think I wouldn't allow you to do such a prank, but, you know... You should."

Siana grinned, shaking the hand before peering around the other woman. "Then we shall. Lets go, trouble at twelve o'clock..." she nodeded towards two security guards in the distance. "Lead on MacDuff..."

"Si," Adrianna followed her gaze, "let's go."

******

USS Standing Bear, Sickbay

Until they entered, sickbay was in complete darkness. As the lights came up, showing sickbay to be deserted as far as I could see, Siana frowned. "Is there a party we should know about?" she whispered before calling out, "hello?!"

"I can call out surprise if you want," Adrianna muttered, teasingly, "Emerick, wakey-wakey!"

The Sickbay's emergency medical hologram was activated, triggered by the woman's entrance though her 'wakey-wakey' certainly added a sense of urgency. As his program materialized, he looked at the woman. "Wakey-wakey? That is certainly original. What is the nature of your medical emergency, Petty Officer?"

"Actually it's not really an emergency as such," Siana answered, peering around Adrianna to study the hologram. "More like, I'm turning myself in."

"Sorry, I am an EMH, not a warden. So, what is it have you done that you are surrendering yourself?"

“Isn’t the line meant to be I’m a doctor, not a warden?” Siana asked him. “And I have done nothing. Unless! Unless you count that one time on ... probably best not talk about that. Anyway, I’m Siana Ilian and if it’s alright, I’d like to pass out now-“

And she promptly did.

Adrianna glared at the EMH. To be fair, it wasn't just because she felt he was a passive aggressive idiot towards her friend. She leant down and helped pick up the fallen trill, "do you genuinely think I would have brought her here instead of security if I thought she was a criminal? She's in scrubs for gawds sake."

"Escaped psychiatric patient?" He replied with a shrug. "I have no idea what we are dealing with. It is Jupiter station that we are docked at. I can assure you, there are some odd ones from Jupiter station."

"You included," she muttered, "my understanding is she's trill and new to this body. Her eating habits might make her a crazy person though. Best to contact the local facilities to find out."

“I did eat fish fingers and custard,” Siana conceded as she came to. Frowning she propped herself up on her elbows, “I’m pretty sure I’m not crazy though. Of course that is what a psychiatric patient would say...”

Adrianna looked to Emerick. Hell, at least he'd helped get her to a biobed. "Her name is Siana Ilian," Adrianna offered to Emerick, "I'd say just contact the base's CMO. She will be on our ship roster though."

"Excellent," replied Emerick. "As if Eyelaya wasn't bad enough, we have this one" he said in reference to Siana. "I will do so, Petty Officer. Any other orders or instructions?"

Adrianna raised a brow and simply muttered in a rather growl like tone, in her native tongue, "perhaps get an attitude check before I find a way of ripping your tongue out." She sighed and replied in standard, "mind your tongue, Emerick. They are still beings with feeling and emotions. Don't take pleasure in what you clearly don't understand." The Italian turned away, satisfied her guest was taken care of, and went to leave.

“Maybe one of your subroutines is corrupted,” Siana told Emerick, “how long have you had a terrible bedside manner?”

"Too long!" Adrianna shouted back as she left.

"I can assure my bedside manner is better than the Mark I and I am not as timid as the Mark II. There have been several 'models' of Emergency Medical Holograms over the years. My personality is an amalgamation of several prominent physicians that served in Starfleet and civilians, among those were Dr. Katherine Pulaski and Dr. Julian Bashir."

" Maybe even Shipman!" Adrianna called back as the doors shut behind her. With a solidifying woosh to punctuate her statement.

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