On Wed, 26 May 1999 21:40:19 GMT, smilodon@h2net.net (VanitySeven) writes to

USS Galileo <galileo@ucip.org>;:



~~~~CEO's Quarters~~~~



Tar'a woke up with a violent headache, one she had not felt in a long

time. When she tried to move her body failed to respond. Slowly her

eyes opened and she stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. Nebulas

and stars waved in front of her in response to the pounding in her

head.



"Wonderful," she complained. "I have a hangover without the

pleasure

of a party." Sighing deeply she fought to conquer her own body and

reclaim it. Sharp pinches and jabs indicated the state her tortured

body was in, but she needed to go back to work. There was still a lot

of work to do, and she could not just lay here in bed doing nothing.



"Computer... light," she spoke while she attempted to pull her legs

to

one side of her bed. The computer complied by barrage her quarters

with soft gleams of light.



=46inally she was able to drag herself slowly into the shower and

instructed the computer to commence the sonic shower unit at the

highest setting. The blast of energy swirling around her almost made

her fall and sometimes it was quite painful, but the massaging

qualities of this setting surpassed anything she had known.



Twenty minutes later she walked around her quarters dressed in a white

silky robe sipping from her creamed and sweet coffee.



"Aah, that makes me feel alive again," she said to herself

enjoying

the wake up call caused by caffeine. The pain in her body was still

present and often she would rub her muscles in the hope to bring some

comfort. Unfortunately only the doctor could help her in this matter,

and she knew she had to pay him a visit before she was allowed on

duty.



"Computer... time"



"By the following tone it will be five-hundred and thirty hours, and

forty-five seconds. Beep"



This meant that she had a half hour before her early shift. 'Time to

dress and get ready,' she thought to herself and motivated herself to

action. It only took her a few minutes to slip into her mustard

colored uniform and black polished leather shoes. Before she headed to

the door she inspected herself in the mirror. What she saw shocked her

more than the previous encounter with Davis. It was as if the image

reflected in the mirror had aged tens of years in matter of hours. Her

eyes grew wide as she looked more closely at her face. She looked like

an old woman, with these puffy eyes and deep wrinkles. When she saw

several gray hair she totally panicked, and in desperation she tore

them out of her scalp. Then the panic turned into anger and she

smashed the mirror with all her might. Several pieces of glass pierced

her skin and a tirade of her misfortune filled the room when suddenly

her comm badge chirped.



<Sickbay to Ensign Dach, please report>



Khan'ya still halfway her tirade expressed her opinion of today's

medicine in poorly chosen words before complying with the doctor's

orders.



"On my way," she concluded angrily, and stepped out of her

quarters

heading towards sickbay.



~~~~Sickbay~~~~



"You look terrible," the doctor said after examining Khan'ya.=20



"Tell me something I don't know," she snapped back. "Any way

you can

fix me up so I'm at least presentable? I look like some freaking'

ancient woman!"



"Hardly," the doctor answered gentle. "All your muscles have

been

exposed to a massive amount of stress. This includes your facial

muscles. They have been flexed at least twenty times a minute,

according to my read out. I guess during your sleep that amount would

be half, perhaps even less."



"You mean they're flexing even as we speak?"



"That is correct ensign. I suggest you visit the holodeck for at least

an hour every day and start doing some serious work out programs. You

need to put the energy of your muscles into true movement. I have a

small selection of programs loaded. I strongly advice you to take

those lessons, and don't worry about your duty too much."



Khan'ya sighed deeply again and wiggled uncomfortable on the biobed

when she said, "Alright doc. I'll visit the holodeck. In the mean time

do you have something for the pain?"



"I am afraid that you have to wear out the pain yourself by

exercising. It would be too risky to add it to your rehab program."



"Rehab program? What are you talking about, doc?"



"Rehabilitation, Ensign. You show signs of withdrawal."



"Withdrawal? Of what?"



"Due to the discontinuation of the use of an addictive substance --

such as I have administered in small doses -- caused a physiological

and mental readjustment. I warned you to be careful, and you decided

different."



Khan'ya looked at the doctor as if she saw the face of waters going up

in flames. If someone struck her in the face she would not even notice

nor care. All she was able to do was staring in disbelieve.



"I'm sorry Ensign that it had to come to this. Unfortunately you

didn't listen to me, and anything you do to yourself outside sickbay

is beyond my control. All I can do now is gluing back the pieces and

make the effects of the addiction as small as possible. This week I

will be giving you a quart of the original doses. It is not much, but

it will help you to deal with the side effects. Letting you go without

entirely would be suicide."



"Davis," she whispered. "Davis told you this, didn't

he!"



"I assure you that Lt.Cmdr Davis, the scoundrel that he is, has no

part in this. May I advice you that my programming does not allow me

to..."



"Computer, end program."



<Access to EMH ending sequence denied. Security clearance level 4

required.>



"What!?" she shouted shocked. "By whose authority!?"



<Lt.Cmdr. Davis, acting Captain of the USS Galileo>



Khan'ya cursed out loud. Davis also seemed to explore his

possibilities on this ship. She needed to transfer the override codes

soon, before Davis neutralized all _her_ commands.



"... lie," he ended as Khan'ya again exploded in sickbay. The

doctor

acted quickly and pressed the hypspray filled with a small doses of

Kayolane against her neck. Khan'ya immediately lost conscious and

dropped back onto the biobed like a lifeless lump of meat. "Pleasant

dreams, addicted one," the doctor whispered in her ear.



"Sickbay to Lt.Cmdr. Davis," the doctor said with great concern in

his

voice.



<*cough* Davis here,> replied a sleepy voice.



"Commander, I regret to inform you that Ensign Dach will be delayed in

performing her duty for several hours. She had an explosion of rage

here in sickbay."



<Oh no,> he replied readily awake now. <How is she doing now, and

how

did this happen?>



"I simply told her the truth. That she was addicted to Cordrazine and

tried to explain the side effects which can cause paranoia. However, I

never got that far. She felt that I turned against her, and that I did

this with your help. At that point she tried to discontinue my

program, but that was denied. When she learned from the computer that

it was you who placed the level 4 security clearance she went

berserk."



<This is not good, doctor. I need her down in engineering.>



"Once she wakes up, she will be doing much better. That I assure you,

but... and this is a great but... I need to know for certain that she

only receives the amounts I give her. The levels measured in her blood

were way too high. Therefor, I have reason to believe that she helped

herself to large amounts of Cordrazine, and may have it hidden

somewhere."



<I'll have someone investigate this matter. Thanks doctor, your help

is highly appreciated.>



"No Sir of smugglers, thank you for my personal access code. It is a

delight to be able to 'wake up' and to go to 'sleep' by my own

choice."



<My pleasure, doc. Given the situation, this was the best I could do

for you. Davis out.>



<OOC: more to come soon :)>



Sincerely submitted,

=3D/\=3D Cdt. Tar'a Dach,

USS Galileo, CEO



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