RP Log: Prisoner, Victim, or Spy

Roleplay Log
Participants: Sawyer Ramirez	Telula Haram (NPC)
Location(s): Cargo Bay Four General Ward
Stardate: 134333.02
2025-05-14 19:10

Cargo Bay Four <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>

This cavernous room is used to store raw materials, equipment, parts and items in bulk. Bright lighting illuminates the main area, which is comprised of a wide open space, with two large cargo racks parallel to each other in one corner of the room. Against one bulkhead is a large cargo transporter pad, where items that are too large for normal transport can be beamed to and from the ship without hassle. A panel set near the bulkhead to the right of the entrance is used by an on duty crew member to log changes to the contents of the bay. In total, this cargo bay can hold approximately 15,000 tonnes of cargo.

Cargo Bay Four is empty.

Haram is on her cot, the only person remaining in the cargo bay, all others have been appointed quarters.

A middle-aged human comes in wearing blue. He looks around, seeming puzzled by what he sees, namely, you're still in this bay and no one else is. He walks over to your cot and sits down on the floor, just like that. "Jolan'tru, Captain," he says in an American southern drawl, which probably makes the Romulan word sound odd. "My name is Phill Sawyer. I'm a doctor. I understand you've had a rough time."

Haram harumpfs, "At least at the last prison I had roommates to", she shakes her head, perhaps about to say 'talk to', and she thought better of sharing that little bit of info. Instead she says, "Spare me the pleasantries. I won't tell you anything. Torture doesn't work on me."

"I have no intention of torturing you, Captain. And believe it or not, I don't need any information out of ya about anything at all," he says gently. He smiles at you, making good eye contact. "I find that starship captains always make difficult patients. I'm sure you gave your own chief medical officer a hard time, too. I can handle it."

"Well if what they have told me is true, he is dead, so it doesn't really matter now does it?" Haram replies.

Haram says, "Speaking of, where is erei'Arrain Rirrala? Where have you locked him up?"

Sawyer starts to say something, but then catches the part about the subcommander. He looks at you, an expression of sympathy on his face. "Ma'am, Captain, Riov, you're the only Romulan we found. We didn't expect to find you, because, and I don't know as much about this as others here cause this ain't my normal duty assignment, but your people and my people both thought you were dead. I understand there was even some kinda state funeral for ya. So, no, far as I know you are it from your crew, and finding you was the last thing we ever expected."

Haram says rather emphatically, "Well clearly I am not dead. Never have been, well aside that one incident, but they revived me." She clears her throat, "I don't know why the Dominion went to so much trouble to hide my abduction. Bribed by that Hwiamma no doubt."

"You know her?" Sawyer asks, shaggy eyebrows going up. "Well, I guess it makes sense that ya do, of course. But why did the Dominion do this? That's a damned fine question, Captain. And you ain't the only one asking. We all want to know that. Why do ya think one of your own flag officers would arrange your abduction?"

Haram looks at you with disbelief, "Isn't it obvious? She was slated to be retired, and I had functional command of all the Galae forces in the Gamma Quadrant. She wanted me out of the picture so she could save face and get back into the good graces of our leadership. How she convinced the Dominion I may never know."

Sawyer blinks. It was not obvious to him. "Ma'am, I don't know if that kind of lethal politicking is normal in your military, but I think you can relax on that score. I haven't spoken with any of your military, but I don't think your people are on a bribing basis with the Dominion. The Dominion don't play nice with others, not even the people it works with. If I was a bettin' man, and I am, I would bet a case of your finest ale that this was all the Dominion's play start to finish, and the Dominion's playing your people too."

Haram harumpfs, "Your own man said the Galae are cooperating with the Dominion now. You think that just happens overnight? I think not. I never thought Hwiamma had the gaul or intelligence to pull this off, but she obviously has you fooled. And here I am, prisoner again."

Sawyer smiles. "Yeah, I heard about some kinda cooperation. But listen, Captain, You can trade insults with Hwiamma when we link up with her. Word is, we might do that sometime, but I'm not privvy to all that. My concern, ma'am, is you. What would it take to prove to you that you ain't no prisoner here?"

Haram barks, "I will not be handed over to that backstabbing woman. You might as well sign my death sentence. Return me to my ship, failing that, home will suffice."

"You don't have a ship, ma'am. You may be alive, but your ship really was destroyed," he says. "Damn, I wish I could see them logs," he mutters to himself, a bit frustrated that he can't himself give you all the information he thinks you should have. "I understand that you have some injuries. Will you let me scan you?"

"I am your prisoner, and you ask me for permission?" Haram starts to laugh, but ends up coughing.

Sawyer opens Doctor's Bag.

Sawyer touches your hand for just a brief moment. "Yeah, makes no sense, does it. It might make more sense if you entertain the idea that ya ain't my prisoner." He pulls his med scanner from his bag and runs a scan.

Lieutenant Commander Sawyer uses Medical Tricorder (40016) to scan Haram.

Haram coughs again, doing her best to remain stoic. If she only looked in a mirror for the last several months, or longer.

Sawyer looks down at his scans, studies you, looks down at his scans again. "Collapsed lung ... but my god, Captain. Who's been using you for a punching bag?" He sets his scanner down. "Ma'am, what's the last thing you remember before ya woke up in that Dominion hellhole. And, when was it? You put it in your dates and I'll translate. Can ya tell me that?"

Haram looks you over as she decides if she should share the information, "I was aboard my ship, IRW Preceptor. Specifically, I was in my quarters. I don't recall which system we were near. Our orders were to find", she smiles, and skips over that part. "According to what you all have told me, that was over 3 years ago. Every once in awhile, the Jem'Hadar like to hone their skills on someone other than themselves."

Sawyer doesn't pursue the information about your specific orders. "3 years and change," he says. "Ma'am, I am going to take you to our medical facility. We actually have several on this ship, more than some starbases. I need to repair that lung, and I'm gonna do what I can to repair what those bastards have done to ya." he looks mad as he says it, but his tone remains soft. "I don't care who ya are, what military ya come from or what your government's doing. you're my patient, and I'm gonna help. Will ya let me help ya?

Haram nods once, slowly.

Sawyer pulls out a hypo, letting you see it as he calirbates it. "This is a little something for pain, just for now. You're gonna be in surgery today, ma'am." He inject you, then hits the intercom.

>Intercom< Lieutenant Commander Sawyer says, "Medical team to cargo bay 4 for patient transport. Bring a stretcher. Statt."

Lieutenant (jg) Telula arrives from Deck 31 - Central Corridor.

Sawyer is sitting on the floor next to the Romulan's cot. His manner is relaxed, and his attention is, as it should be, focused on her at this moment. "That should be them. Just hang in there fer me," he tells her quietly.

Haram harumpfs, having nowhere to go, clearly.

A pair of paramedics guides a stretcher into the cargo bay, but they're not alone. Counselor Telula steps around them and begins leading the way over to Sawyer and Haram. She's in uniform, but her hair has been pinned up with a pair of chopsticks, with several errant locks of hair that still have wet tips. "Doctor Sawyer," she greets. "I see you and... Riov Haram -- was it? -- have been acquainted."

"Yes, I like talking to starship captains," Sawyer says. He turns to the paras. "Take our patient to the nearest operating room. I think you have some fine ones on deck 27 if my old standards have been maintained. Tell the duty nurses to prep the patient for surgery. You can call her Riov, or captain. Either is correct, and make damned sure she's treated with dignity and respect." Some of this is added for the patient's benefit, but he certainly does mean every word.

Haram stays silent, but watches the interaction with interest.

"I'm glad you've chosen to let us treat your injuries," Miri tells the Romulan. She turns and watches as the paramedics lower the stretcher and align it with the cot to make transferring into it easier for the patient.

Sawyer speaks quietly to the Betazoid while the transfer happens. "She's been under the impression that she's a prisoner here. So we've been talking about how that ain't so. But anyway, I'll write it up for Chill, later. Care to assist an old sawbones in the OR?"

Ensign Ramirez arrives from Deck 31 - Central Corridor.

Haram smirks at some of the names used, chill, sawbones.

Ramirez wanders through the portal, a blank and neutral expression on his face. He could be thinking about taxonomic classifications of willow trees. He could be thinking about the finer intricacies of classical spanish guitar. Possibly, he's considering which knife works best to gut a fish. Who knows?

"Yeah, so I heard," Miri mutters quietly to Sawyer, glancing over at the Romulan for a moment. "She made comments like that several times to me. I thought she was just trying to agitate me." Miri tilts her head from side to side. "It nearly worked." She shrugs. Sawyer's question for her inspires a smile and a nod. "I would be delighted," she answers, grinning a little at the use of the word 'sawbones.' She turns back to face the patient in time to see Ramirez enter. Her eyebrows rise with curiosity.

Two paramedics are loading the Romulan patient onto a stretcher for phyical carrying to medical. Sawyer is off to one side, talking quietly with Miri,l watching everything like a hawk. He shakes his head just now to Miri's comment. He has a moment when he thinks that a full telepath should have detected whether a patient had that kind of intent or whether she thought she was really a prisoner. But he has other things on his mind. Loathed to talk about a patient in front of the patient he says only, "Naw, the captain here's been through a whole lot." he smiles at the Romulan as the paras start to get her stretchered. "Chris, good to see ya, son. Wana give the paramedics a hand with the carryin'? Deck 27 sickbay I think'll be just fine." He turns to Miri. "Make sure the biobed and portables up there are say to Romulan baseline norms. If ya would."

Ramirez doesn't come close to the scene. He does, however, cross his arms across his chest, watching the situation with vague interest from where he leans up against the wall. With an annoyed grunt, he reaches down to shift the holstered phaser he wears so it's not pressing into his hip. Sawyer's request drawns another grunt, and he pushes off the wall he had just settled against. "Sure."

Haram continues to watch, wondering when the ruse will be over. She does not believe, even now, she is being taken to get healed.

Being a full telepath, Miri catches the thought and experiences a sudden need to defend herself. "It is not easy to sense a Romulan's thoughts," Miri tells Sawyer, just barely above a whisper. "They do all that they can to resist it." Her tone is not an affectionate one. Miri turns and faces Riov Haram, arms folded across her chest, and watches the paramedics finish transferring her into the stretcher.

Miri turns as Sawyer tells her to go prepare the biobed. Her shoulders rise with tension, a timid expression appearing on her face as her eyes briefly glance over to see if Cris was watching and listening, bearing witness to the fact that she doesn't call the shots in this situation.

"Yes, Doctor," she answers softly before heading to the door, cheeks filled with the color of embarrassment.

"I am surprised you aren't making we walk to your torture device." Haram quips.

Ramirez moves to assist the paramedics with stretcher-carrying duty. Carrying heavy things. THAT he can do. He takes one end of the stretcher in his hands, ready to help move the Romulan out on command. So near the Romulan could reach out to touch her, he looks at her with an eye roll. Telula gets a glance. "Say when, Doctor."

General Ward - Stardrive <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>

The general ward of the stardrive medical complex is much smaller than its counterparts aboard the vessel. There are five biobeds available, and five stations equipped with all the medical tools and equipment needed to see to the medical needs of any injuries. The walls and bulkheads are a dark titanium colour, with vertical inlays every meter of a dark burgundy colour matching the carpeting. The carpeting down the center of the corridor is dark burgundy with a light pewter-coloured outer edge. Recessed lighting in the ceiling and along the floor boards provides slightly muted illumination, adjusting in colour as the alert status of the vessel changes.

Ramirez sets the Romulan down on one of the biobeds, transferring her with careful hands. The man is FAR stronger than the average human, despite his build, and it shows with the effortless way he moves her around. Maybe not Romulan stromg. Maybe. But strong.

Haram looks around, wondering when the next stint of torture will begin.

Ramirez seems oblivious to Haram's thoughts and feelings. Indeed, he seems only dimly aware of his surrounds as he mechanically gets the patient into the bed. Once it's done, he steps back, "Anything I can get to make you more comfortable, Roov Hyrom?"

Haram glares at the impudent fleeter, but says nothing to him.

Ramirez looks over with a perfectly confused expression. Gofd' perfect idiot, this one. "Did I say something to upset you, Riv?"

Haram tires of your childish antics, rolling over and doing her best to ignore you.

Ramirez tsks. "Ah, well. Enjoy your stay, Ravi." He gathers up the stretcher, and then adds, "Wouldn't do to have you uncomfortable." He looks up. "Computer. Lower environmental ambient temperature to 10 C. Lockout all changes from non-federation personnel for the next 30 minutes." He smiles over his shoulder, nods, and leaves.