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"Thoughts"
[previous post was "Fast Pace Banter"]
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Setting: Moon of PI ALPHA III, Outside the SPHINX
Stardate: 30148.0935

The storm had passed as if it had never even been there in the first place, giving Shar'El the chance to stretch her legs.  The truth had been that after the deep scan of Lieutenant Paquette's memories the ILO had needed some time to herself, some time to rest.  Experiencing someone else's most intimate memories was a draining experience to say the least.

The two Doctors, with the assistance of the giant pilot, had been securing the free CEO onto a made-shift stretcher.  In the meantime Commander Maya had taken the opportunity to search and gather whatever equipment had survived the crash. This had given the ILO time to think about what she had experienced while inside Sonja's head.

This mission had not been anything like anyone could have imagined. Still everyone seemed to take everything that was being sent their way in stride. One thing for sure though, no one had been bored and they would all come out of this with a lot more knowledge than they might have expected. Some, more than others.

Shar'El found herself gazing at a distant volcano, the strangely charming view made the ILO forget for a moment as to the dangers that they all faced while on the surface of this inhospitable world.

"Are you hurt?" The Bajoran Doctor asked with puzzlement, having followed the ILO out after a while, and taking Shar'El out of her thoughts.

"No. Why do you ask?" a surprised Shar'El answered wondering if she had appeared injured in some way.

"Just the way you are rubbing your arm and shoulder," Doctor Mizore said, showing with a look that the ILO had been doing just that as they spoke.

"Didn't even realize that I was doing it," Shar'El said quickly removing her hand from the arm and shoulder it had been busy on.  "Guess it's a new nervous twitch."

"Maybe so," Seska said while opening her medical tricoder,  "but it won't hurt either one of us for me to check, just in case."

"I am fine Doctor, " Shar'El objected to no avail. All CMOs were after all a very unique and stubborn breed.  Once they had it in their heads to check someone's medical condition, there had been nothing that anyone could say or do, that much the ILO knew.

"I will be the judge of that, plus I can only guess as to how physically and/or mentally demanding it was for you to keep Lieutenant Paquette steady the way you did," Mizore said before she closed her medical tricoder and put it away. "Serotonin levels are somewhat elevated but I believe they will return to normal in time."

Shar'El glared at the woman for a very brief instant, the ILO having momentarily forgotten that as a Doctor on board the ANUBIS, Mizore had been well aware of her Ullian roots and the abilities this meant the dark haired woman possessed.

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Tiffany Reeve

Ensign Shar'El
Intel Liaison Officer
USS ANUBIS