<USS Eagle> "The Vulcan Treatment"
- From: Jen <imsprite1@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: usseagle@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Wed, 7 Sep 2005 05:01:08 -0700 (PDT)
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Seventy-five crewmembers of the USS Intrepid had reported injuries from their
encounter with the odd storm that the Eagle had rescued them from. All seventy-
five being Vulcans. Melody had never really dealt wit Vulcans as patents
before. She was quite exausted and a bit unnerved by the whole experence. They
hardly said a word and when they did speak it was to assure her that they
didn't need to be comforted just cured of their radiation sickness so they
could get back to work. But the normal sound of the injured was completely
absent. No moans of pain, no gasps of discomfort. One of them had even asked
her to stop singing to herself, which she did often when she was trying to
concentrate, becuase it was illogical. No wonder Ratch didn't like her own
people. It was almost like working on atomitons. Again she had to wonder why
these, of all people, would be intrested in playing a fictional game like this
Quidditch. Most of the elements of this game defied logic. Flying brooms
ticks, a
little golden ball that could fly and had a mind of it own, two bigger balls
that flew around by themselves trying to hit other players. Where was the logic
in this? The game itself didn't make much sense to her which is one of the
reasons she didn't even think about trying out for the team. She was content to
root for Mal anyway. She was very happy when she was finished with her last
vulcan patient and could go back to her quaters and get some rest. Dealing with
Vulcans had proved to be very trying.
Ensign Melody
Assistant Medical Officer
USS Eagle
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