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Who: Beverly Crusher
Broadcast: Fleetwide Video
Action: Blue Fish
When: Right After the Attack

[Beverly is onscreen, the Blue Fish's med bay, still intact, behind her. Her jaw is set with determination as she talks.]

Attention, Drift Fleet. This is Dr. Beverly Crusher of the USS... of the SS Blue Fish. I know some of you have taken significant damage to your ships, possibly to your sickbays, and that others do not have a medic on board. Fortunately, our sickbay survived the attack, so I am offering it as a central location to help the wounded while repairs are being made elsewhere. We have a small supply of blood on hand as well, should anyone need it. If any member of your crew is too severely injured to be moved, please let me know, and I will come to you. No payments will be necessary for any treatment.

Thank you for your time.

[She signs off with a grim smile.]

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[He mutters] Or just wanted to improve the ratings...

[Raising one eyebrow, a wry smile on her face]

I was thinking the same thing.

[He gives a little nod]

Paradisa would do things like that. It's said it fed on emotions, so sometimes it'd throw us into dangerous situations with no warning.

The place itself fed on emotions? How odd.

Though I suppose it could be said a television audience feeds off of emotions as well. I just hope they don't get too hungry and do something even worse than this.

The castle did, at least. Apparently it wasn't the only one on that world that did either....though, from what we heard about the fate of the other castles- we were lucky.

[That's right. Because being thrown into extremely dangerous situations is "lucky"]

Mm...I hope for that too. Though I'm ready to prepare if it does turn out like that.

Absolutely. This fleet is in no shape to fight off another attack. Beyond getting the ships repaired, we need more organization... it was basically every ship for itself this time. Not that I blame anyone for that. We had no warning. Still, we have plenty of ships, there is no reason we can't have some sort of plan in place for next time.

[There's a pause, then he shakes his head; Allen's heard that talk too many times before]

An attempt to have organisation with every ship in the fleet won't work well. The ships change hands too often and we come from too many different backgrounds. Most of us aren't from any sort of military like Starfleet, nor do we have any interest in becoming part of something like that. Even I tend distrust authority.

[Honestly, he's been loyal to Sokka because he wants to be. He'd have no problem disobeying a poor captain. He moves his arm up to run his hand through his hair]

I mean, I can understand where you're coming from....but maybe it'd be better to start trying just to have the ship crews be ready and willing to work with each other as a team first, before we talk about joint ship efforts.

Edited 2015-04-11 03:14 (UTC)

[Oh dear, no one in Starfleet likes being told that they're in a military organization. They're explorers! Diplomats! Scholars! (Who just happen to be the Federation's primary line of defense as well.) Beverly knows, however, this is not exactly the time for a Patented Starfleet Lecture. She crosses her arms.]

I realize that. I'm not saying we need start appointing admirals and saluting one another. Just ... surely everyone can see the benefit of backing one another up if it comes to another fight?

But you're right, the individual crews need to work well together first before we can talk about anything fleet-wide. I believe our crew did an admirable job, considering the circumstances. We could all do with some cross training, however: basic ship's operations, first aid, repairs, that sort of thing.

[A pause]

Of course, a diplomatic solution should always be sought out first. We don't know for sure that those ships were brought by Atroma. When I talked to Ino about it, though, she said the last ships you tried to contact ignored you, so I don't know how much of a possibility that is.

[Sorry you look military enough for him! What is schematics. But he listens to that, giving the occasional nod]

Cross training would be a great idea. If Hawke hadn't solidered through his injuries, I don't think either Katara and I could have taken over for him. Same with any of our positions- we got lucky.

[And at that last part, his shoulders slumped]

Honestly, I don't know who they were- but it wouldn't surprise me if they were connected to Atroma. I'm....sad. That we couldn't talk to them first.

[She nods.]

I understand. We know so little about this universe. There is that chance, however small, that they aren't part of Atroma's schemes and to blindly be fighting them without knowing anything about them... I don't like it at all. It goes against everything I believe in.

Mm...mine too.

Next time, we'll do what we can to learn about them. Maybe we can find a peaceful solution.

I certainly hope so.

[A little more optimistic.]

You'd be surprised at the number of time fighting seems inevitable but peace is made instead. If we never try, then it definitely won't happen.

[If we never try...]

[Allen falls quiet for a moment, his expression is one that shows he's thinking over Beverly's words. And not just in regards to other ships. It was true, isn't it? People always tried to say otherwise, sometimes he'd try to claim otherwise...but she had a point. Before he's a medic - he's an Exorcist. It was his job to fight demons, the undead. He remembered Noise Marie advising him not to show compassion for souls trapped within Akuma around the Order. Exorcists were supposed to hate such things.]

[And yet...]

[He remembers Crowley, always acting as a support net. He remembers Teresa, the half-demon warrior, who loved him like his birth mother never had. He even remembers Road, his natural enemy, comforting and saving him from losing his mind in the face of a man-made Hell.]

[Choosing to act as an Exorcist should, choosing only to hate and never try to reach out......if he gained so much those times he had lowered his guard- just how much had he lost all those times he hadn't tried?]

[It gave him something to think about. As an Exorcist, and as a first mate]

[Finally, he'll offer a small smile up at Beverly]

Thank you, Dr. Crusher. I think I needed to hear that.

[While Allen is sitting in quiet contemplation, Beverly finishes patching him up. Because that was completely happening during this whole conversation. When he finally speaks again, she easily returns his smile.]

I'm glad I could help.

[She sets down the gauze.]

You're set to go, for now. Come in again tomorrow so I can change your bandages and see how your leg is doing. And don't do anything too physically strenuous. Give your body time to heal.

[he blinks- oh done already? That wasn't bad at all!]

Ah- really?

Thanks Dr. Crusher! [Moving to jump off the bed now!] I'll make sure to be careful, promise!

[Don't believe that promise for an instant]

[Aaaand you're already jumping off the bed. She sighs inwardly. One day she'll have a patient that will listen to her, surely. When she responds, her tone is somewhat serious, somewhat joking.]

You better be. And if you see Hawke, tell him to get in here immediately.

[Sorry Crusher he's too shonens for rules.]

Ah, yes Dr. Crusher! I will!

Thanks again.

[and he's limping off!]

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