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[dancingmd]

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.]

Comments

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[save_the_souls]

Mm...mine too.

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

Action;

[dancingmd]

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.

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[save_the_souls]

[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.

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[dancingmd]

[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.

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[save_the_souls]

[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]

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[dancingmd]

[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.

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[save_the_souls]

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

Ah, yes Dr. Crusher! I will!

Thanks again.

[and he's limping off!]