session 12 . video . 4wd

[chaotica]

[ Here is Lieutenant Hugh Cambridge, lounging in a purple-shoulder blue-collar Starfleet uniform. The uniform's a little wrinkled. Without Chakotay to pressure him to keep it spotless, he hasn't been that worried about it. ]

Hello. This is to inform everyone that you can go to Merlin for magical healing as well as Morgana; he is now officially a part of the Infirmary. And for some bloody reason more than one of you actually wants me to train you in basic first aid as a medic, so I might as well open it up to the whole ship and get it over with.

If any of you would like to ask advice or behavioral questions regarding your fellow shipmates, do reply, as usual.

Comments

[notalwaysstrong]

I'd like to say that this is the weirdest thing to show up on my computer, but you're a bit late.

[chaotica]

Quel dommage. To whom am I speaking?

[notalwaysstrong]

Master Sergeant Gerhardt, of the 303rd Logistical Studies Group, US Army.

[A pause, a glance up.]

We've had two of these odd transmissions... [Hopefully this guy will be co-operative.] ...And we can't tell anythin' about them other than they've all got the same frequency.

[chaotica]

Yes, it's magic.

[notalwaysstrong]

[And hopes dashed.]

I don't think "magic" would broadcast on a miltiary frequency.

[chaotica]

You'd be demonstrably wrong.

[notalwaysstrong]

Well, whatever this 'magic'... [And you can hear the tone of his voice change to derision at that word.] ...is, shut it off.

This is a secure line, and it needs to be kept free.

[chaotica]

Would if I could. I've no fondness for the American military. But, I'm not in control of where this broadcast connects.

[notalwaysstrong]

You're sayin' it's at random?

[He doesn't seem to be lying.]

What's it's source?

[Again, a long shot.]

[chaotica]

A spaceship.

[notalwaysstrong]

[And his eyebrows go up for a second. Not an answer he was expecting. A glance up to the techie standing by.]

Who owns it?

[chaotica]

The Russians.

I'm sorry, is that the wrong enemy? Chinese. India. Someone really dangerous and scary.

[notalwaysstrong]

This is an inbound frequency for med-evac. If you don't have control over it, that means whoever does is stopping us from hearing about a potential medical situation.

[Expert bluffing and lying. Mack seems to show none of the regular signs of someone spinning a story.

He's a professional, after all.]

[chaotica]

Such a plausible story.

Does that make you a medic?

[notalwaysstrong]

No, it makes me the communications operator.

[chaotica]

And why would your commander waste such a good liar answering the phones?

[notalwaysstrong]

[He doesn't skip a beat.]

What makes you think I'm lying?

[No visible reaction to being found out. The situation could be salvaged, after all.]

[chaotica]

Why do you think I think you're lying?

[notalwaysstrong]

I'm sure I've got no idea.

[chaotica]

[ In all honesty, it's because the Admiral doesn't tend to pick people who aren't interesting, and also doesn't tend to put people outside the Barge in direct danger, as far as he can tell. ]

Really? I'm not sure.

[notalwaysstrong]

Well, why did ya damn well say it?

[He's going to look visibly agitated now, imposing a sense of urgency.]

Look, we ain't got the damn time to prattle about who's lyin' and who ain't. This channel needs to be clear.

[chaotica]

That I believe.

[notalwaysstrong]

I defer to my previous point.

[Slight hint of annoyed growl, because this parlaying back and forth was starting to bug him, especially since the techies couldn't find the source or shut it off.]

Any help you could give would be appreciated.

[chaotica]

Help with what? I am a doctor.