Meeting Frenatus -- Officially (part 6)

Posted on Mon Jan 18th, 2016 @ 4:50pm by Commodore Samantha York & Lieutenant Arnon Barak MD, PsyD & Lieutenant Illise Hale & Lieutenant JG Teenah Spartacus

1,110 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Of Gods and Men
Location: Planetside

[CONTINUED]

[OLD]

Arnon walked over to the acolyte, grabbed the squirrel by the tail, and whipped it around, smashing it on the ground. There was a sickening crunch and then the squirrel lay still. The acolyte was still screaming. Arnon removed a hypo from his bag of holding, loaded it with a sedative, and injected the acolyte. The acolyte calmed and then fell asleep.

]NEW]

Arnon focused his sense on the man. Miraculously, the squirrel hadn't damaged the man's eyes. There was considerable damage to the acolyte's face. Arnon could also sense bacteria at work and the potential for infection. Arnon load the hypo with a combination of anti-bacterials and antibiotics and injected the man again. Putting the hypo away, Arnon now produced a regenerator from his bag. Using it, he repaired the damage to the man's face. It took a little while. By the time he finished, Commodore York had still not responded.

"Hmm..." he said, rising and putting away the regenerator and hitting his commbadge again. "Barak to York, please respond."

"Busy. Can't talk right now." Sam used her telepathy and the generator to reach Arnon. It wasn't much, but it should be enough for him to know she was okay.

The slight echo of sandal footfalls just echoed as Spartacus came out of the temple and saw the men standing and the Acolytes on the ground and some poor rodent obviously in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Again, Why do I get stuck with the violent ones?" Spartacus asked aloud as she and Hale emerged from the temple doors.

"I assure you, my dear Teenah," Arnon said from where he was examining the head of the acolyte he'd clubbed with the pommel of his sword. "That these men are alive and I am endeavoring to keep them that way."

Arnon determined that the man would awake with a concussion but that there was no serious brain injury that he could detect. Traumatic Brain Injury was difficult to discern, but Arnon's natural senses were actually better at detecting TBI than a tricorder. As far as he could tell the man would have a monumental headache when he woke up. Arnon injected him with a medicine that would heal any internal damage and sealed any superficial cracks he found with a bone-knitter.

"There," he said. "He's fine, and I've already taken care of the one I stabbed in the foot and nerve pinched. So, ladies, shall we go? And if so, where?"

"Samantha told me to meet her back at the Inn." Spartacus replied in a demure tone. "But we need to do some shopping as we need new local clothing." She suggested. "Something with elegant sleeves..."" She winked at Hale.

Illise rolled her eyes at Teenah, then looked critically at the wounded men on the ground. The doctor did good work. But the scene was rather peculiar, with a dead sciuridae-like mammal and a long loaf of bread lying on the ground near the injured acolytes.

Arnon put everything back in his bag of holding and stood up. He walked over to Teenah and Illise and offered and arm to each of them.

"May this humble gentlemen escort you ladies on your fashion adventure?" he asked.

Spartacus moved around to the opposite offered arm of Arnon. "That arm is why we need to shop." She directed attention to the bandage just under the material. "Might wish to offer the other arm so she can be comfortable."

"Oh dear," said Arnon. "I'll take a look at that when we get back to the inn. Until then..."

Arnon moved so that Illise was on his left and Teenah was on his right and offered his arms again.

"Better?" he asked.

"Yes, thank you kind sir." Illise took Arnon's arm. "Perhaps on our way back one of you can tell us why there is a squirrel and a baguette at a fight scene?"

"Ah..." Arnon replied entering storyteller mode. "Those were part of an ingenious plan that Jenkins and I hatched, though we had to adapt the plan on the fly. You see, when the Commodore led us around the outer temple, we found offerings from the natives to Frenatus. The Commodore started leading us deeper in and I didn't want us to lose our way so I cleverly grabbed a baguette from the pile of offerings, broke off a piece and left us a trail of bread crumbs! Then we found Frenatus' generator, and then the acolytes came and brought us here and took the Commodore inside. Jenkins was concerned about how we might rescue the Commodore if Frenatus attempted to barbecue her. I assured Jenkins that Frenatus likely ate raw flesh, leaving the Commodore safe from barbecuing. Jenkins then suggested that we could distract Frenatus with a small cooked animal, surmising that if he ate raw meat, cooked meat might disgust him. I sent Jenkins off to find something to cook and then these fellows made their appearance. Thinking quickly, I hurled my baguette at the enemy and bravely charged in brandishing my sword and dagger. I dispatched two of them with style and grace and then Jenkins appear swinging a live squirrel over his head which he threw at the third acolyte over there. The squirrel turned out to be carnivorous and began to devour the man's face. I quickly dispatched the flesh eating rodent and tended the wounds of our recent enemies. Then you two lovely ladies arrived. But that's not important now. We have to get to the inn...or go shopping, depending on how badly dear Teenah needs a makeover."

Illise eyebrows shot up as he described the fight and did her very best not to laugh, but shook her lead slightly instead.

"Considering we were seen in these clothes and are not from the area I thought a new bit of clothes and maybe even some old tricks with make up might set us apart from the very detail descriptions that would be coming out of the Temple, new clothes and other things might make us slightly harder to find." She glanced to Arnon. "So yes a make-over might just help keep us free a little longer than just traipsing around with recognizable faces and such? And the sleeves will hide her wounds better to most observers."

"At this rate it would be faster for me to repair the damage and no one would be the wiser," Arnon replied. "Let us exit, ladies, stage left even."

(To be continued...)

Lieutenant Arnon Barak
Chief Counselor

Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer

Ensign Teenah Spartacus
Counselor

Lieutenant JG Illise Hale
Chief Science Officer

 

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