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god i love health insurance in this country
#would love it if it did literally anything#got to love the news that it won't cover anything at all for me in this surgery!#anyway i can still afford it and im still happy about it but like finances are so tight for me rn lmao.#its like. part of the reason ive been waiting so long for this is the pride and knowledge that i should not have to pay anything for#medical care under a just and correct system and having to set my standards aside and grovel for the fucking. necessary and life saving#stuff i need to not feel horrible and disgusting and ugly every day of my life is debasing and dehumanizing#to sum it u#i'm just really frustrated rn.#its so hard to like... go get help or do anything for myself in the first place ever because like. every single time i try to do anything i#get slapped with the harshest penalties known to mankind#you could argue that i could have tried to find a different doctor or whatever but i need my hand held through everything and i still think#that this one was the proper and correct choice based on that#anyway. i have the lump sum. i dunno if i should try to finance it to make myself not feel like i have no money or what.#maybe ill try to open comissions or something but idk if i even have time for that#like im still going to send them the request to reimburse me for my fucking medical bills anyway and i know theyre not going to because#fuck you. but still. id like a letter saying 'fuck you vintage go die and give me 10 grand' instead of just trusting some schmuck over the#phone about it. lmao.#im so tired. i need a break.#between this and work i think its killing me.#im hopeful my blood pressure isnt going to be too high for clearence lmao i am so fuckign worried about that because if it is then like.#nothing ive done at all to prepare for it has mattered at all#i need to be unemployed i am so tired of working for a living i just want to crawl in a hole and sleep for forever
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Understanding (Toshinori Yagi x MS! Reader)
Toshinori Yagi (All Might) x Multiple Sclerosis! Reader
Synopsis: Toshinori would always notice little things you did ever since you two met. But he never wanted to infringe on your personal life at work, so he never asked. But as you begin to date, he finds that he can’t hold back his curiosity and you decide that it is time to tell him.
Author’s Notes: As I’ve said before, I have the chronic illness that I am writing about in this one-shot. So I will directly adapt some of my experiences and habits into this, minus the fact I was diagnosed late last year while the reader is implied to have it for years. People experience MS differently, so I doubt this will be exactly like anyone else’s experiences. But I hope you enjoy it anyway :)
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Toshinori’s intense gaze on his paperwork broke when he heard an all too familiar alarm blaring from your phone. His tired blue eyes trailed towards you, who sat a few desks away doing your set of paperwork. The alarm went off every day at the same time, without fail.
Every time it did, you would reach into your pocket, retrieving a bronze pocket watch-like item. Toshinori’s seen it a million times before and remembers the design on like the back of his hand. You pressed a small button at the top of it, causing the lid to pop open. Inside was a collection of capsules, white and yellow in colour. You took one of the tablets, making sure to sip your water next to you before returning the pill case to your pocket.
It’s a habit he’s seen so many times, but never questioned it. He never thought it was his place to do so. Especially when he first met you, work was work, and he wasn’t going to intrude back then. Even now, he still couldn’t bring himself to ask you, although you two began dating recently. He thought it was too soon.
“Is something wrong, Toshi?”
The blond snapped out of his trance as you spoke, tilting your head at your boyfriend. He blushed, waving his hand dismissively. “No! No! I was just checking up on you, that’s all!” He sputtered, attempting to sound sure in his tone.
Deciding not to question it, you smiled softly at him before returning to your work.
Toshinori sighed, his shoulders relaxing. He continued with his work but would continue to glance in your direction every once in a while.
This wasn’t the only time that Toshinori’s curiosity was poked. It continued to happen as your relationship continued to develop. He even began to notice habits he’d never seen before.
There were occasions that you stop what you were doing to clench your right hand, always the right, even shaking it at some points. Toshinori observed your agitation with a small frown on his gaunt face. The hero in him wanting to help in some way, but he still had no idea how to.
“(Y/n)? Are you alright?” He inquired, looking down at you with furrowed brows.
“Hm? Oh! Yeah, I’m fine.” You chirped, smiling like you weren’t frustrated a moment ago. “Just tired, a lot of work recently.” You reassured him, resting your head on his arm and nuzzling against him. Toshinori smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your head.
He reached for your hand - the one you clenched - threading his fingers with yours and giving it a gentle squeeze.
It’s a simple action. But it said so many things to you. Reminding you of what Toshi didn’t know. You returned the squeeze, continuing to bury your face into his arm.
Yet another confounding moment for the former symbol of peace. Should Toshi ask you? If so, how should he ask? Poor Toshi pondered as he looked down at you. You looked normal on the outside. Eyes as bright as ever, smile as genuine as ever. Nothing appeared to be different since he first met you. So why was he just noticing all of this now? Maybe it was because you were dating that he was more perceptive?
He didn’t get much sleep that night. Most of it was spent running his spindly fingers through your hair, holding you close to his deflated form as if he was still trying to shield you from something. You’re the one he loved, if something was ailing you - powers or not - he was gonna protect and help you.
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None of this was lost on you. No, you noticed all of the curious and concerned glances from the beginning. You never commented on them, it was something you were used to.
To the world around you, you were perfectly fine physically, and everything you were noticing was simply you overthinking something. That’s what you thought when this all started. It was all the things you were overthinking.
You were 18 when you were diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. You’ve been handling it for years now and had it well under control nowadays. At most, days of fatigue and a few headaches were your worst enemies along with the symptoms that have stuck despite the healing inflammation.
Having it for so long, many of the things that Toshinori saw as odd were the most normal of things to you.
Glancing in his direction, your brows furrowed. You should have told him by now. You were even advised to discuss this with any significant other about your condition when you have one. But why haven’t you told him yet? He had a right to know, didn’t he?
You would be correct there. But you kept shoving the thought aside whenever it emerged. Why? Well, cause Toshi seems to be in a worse condition than you! The man has literally lost his stomach and part of his respiratory system! For god’s sake, you were still intact and functioning.
You didn’t want Toshinori to have any more on his shoulders when he already had so much. You loved him and tried to help him in any way you could. You were the one that was supposed to be worrying about him!
Running a hand through your hair as you leaned back into the couch. Don’t stress. Don’t stress. It isn’t gonna help, You told yourself, removing your hands from your eyes to stare at the ceiling. Only breaking your stare when you heard the front door opening.
“(Y/n)? I’m home!” Toshinori exclaimed, the jingle of his keys following as he put them away along with his coat.
You smiled, standing to greet him at the door with a warm hug. But you immediately halted upon seeing the enclosed folder in his hands. Too large to be standard mail. Your MRI scans. Toshinori held it out to you, and you hesitantly accepted it, holding close to your person.
“It came as I got home,” Toshinori informed you, his brows furrowed and his eyes glancing away. As if he was contemplating something. “May I...?”
“Can we sit down? To talk.” You cut him off, returning to the couch. Toshinori silently followed you and sat beside you on the couch. You kept your gaze away from him as you attempted to formulate your words, only to pause when Toshinori placed his hand on yours.
“Tell me what’s wrong. Please.” He whispered, concern evident in his tone as he gently squeezed your hand.
You stared down at your joined hands, returning the gentle squeeze he had offered you. You sighed as you gathered yourself before looking up at him, hoping to keep a brave face. But the sight of Toshinori’s blue-eyed concern caused you to freeze again.
“Toshi... I have MS.”
The weight lifted off your chest with the release of your seemingly simple statement, allowing you to finally take in a deep breath.
However, Toshinori’s expression had shifted from concern to confusion. “What...?” He whispered.
Lips forming into a small ‘o’, you were reminded that you often needed to explain your illness to others. You couldn’t fault anyone. You had barely heard about MS until you were diagnosed and that opened up a new world view for you. Though, as a big part of your life now, sometimes that awareness slips, but it is your world.
“Multiple Sclerosis,” You clarified, but seeing your partner’s remaining confusion, you continued. “My central nervous system attacks itself. The lesions it leaves can affect different things.” Retrieving the MRI scans from the envelope, you held it up to the light.
The small image slices of your brain lit up thanks to your living room light. Tilting the sheet to allow Toshinori to study it as well. Following the image sequence, the deeper it got into your head, the more white spots appeared on the brains image.
Toshinori remained silent as he attempted to count the spots. But his whirling mind kept ruining that for him. This was happening to you, and he didn’t know, he didn’t know a damn thing was happening. Sure, he recently had his suspicions, but from Day 1 you appeared to be in tip-top shape.
Turning to your partner, your brows furrowed upon seeing his own doing the same. Placing the MRI scan on the table, he hesitantly grabbed his hand. “Toshi...” You began.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Toshi interrupted, his head tilting downwards. His hand clenched around yours, undoubtedly attempting to coax the answer.
“I didn’t think it important...” You answered weakly.
“You... didn’t think it was important...?” He said, confusion evident like his voice like he trying to process your words, over and over again. “This is your health. How is your health not important? To you or to me.” He pushed, raising his head to look at you.
You couldn’t deduce the look in his eyes. Was he angry? Hurt? You didn’t blame him. You couldn’t if you tried. “I have it under control, Toshi. I’m on my medication, I go to my MRIs, I book my own appointments, and I go to them.” You hung your head, running a hand through your hair.
“I’m not the pro-hero forced to retire. I’m not the one coughing up blood. You need more care than me. I don’t want you worrying for me while I’m worried about you.” You concluded, barely brave enough to glance at him.
“(Y/n)...” Toshinori whispered.
“I’m sorry! I should have told you! I just didn’t want to worry you!” You broke, burying your face in your hands, muffling your words.
“(Y/n), look at me... please,” Toshinori grabbed your hands, slowly pulling them away from your face. Looking up at him, you were met with teary blue eyes.
“I really do wish you told me sooner.” He began, collecting your hands together in his, holding them together like he was in the middle of a prayer. “I love you (Y/n). I want to be there for you whenever I can. I know I’m far from the healthiest man in the world and I can’t be the Symbol of Peace anymore. But I can still be your hero, I’m here to care for you and love you no matter what. I’ve been worried sick for you the past few weeks because I didn’t know if something was happening. But I’m relieved to know now.”
You pent up guilt, and his words brought you to tears. “To-Toshi...” You whimpered. He gently shushed you, wrapping you in his spindly arms. Nuzzling into the crook of his neck, you whispered; “Aren’t I supposed to being taking care of you?”
Toshinori chuckled, pressing a kiss your head. “It’s my turn to take care of you, dear. We take care of each other. I’m here for you no matter what, that’s what I promised you when I told you ‘I love you’ the first time. No problem is too small, all of it is important because you are important to me. You understand?” He queried, rubbing your back gently.
You nodded with a soft ‘yes’, giving him a gentle squeeze. “I love you so much. But Toshi?”
“Hm?”
“Stop speaking like a poet. My heart can’t take it sometimes.” You giggled into his neck, smiling against his skin.
Toshinori chuckled, “I can’t help it, you bring it out in me.”
The two of you were left in comfortable silence, you slowly released one another to sit comfortably on the couch. After organising the MRIs, you stood up to make some food. But Toshinori grasped your wrist, stopping you.
“I really do mean it (Y/n). I’m here for you just as you are for me. I plan to be for years to come.” The blond promised.
“So do I, Toshinori.” Leaning down, you pressed your lips to his. Sealing your promise.
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Iqi: Chapter Two edited
It was just as I feared. The humans found me monstrous. I was the epitome of the uncanny valley in both of my species. No matter what I wore, how I talked, or how I acted. The way I looked was something that could not be overlooked. Every human we passed was unable to keep themselves from reacting to my presence. Audible gasps, widened eyes and double - no triple glances were just a few of the reactions.
The human meant to observe me was ecstatic as far as I could tell. She stared up at me with an excited glow in her dirt colored eyes. It was obvious she was a scientist, all scientist looked at me that way. She was already jotting notes down about me. Although I could speak English without the use of a translator reading it was very difficult for me. I could make out some words but others were, well, alien to me.
Captain Ki’rnne gave me a look and I stood up straight again keeping my gaze forward and professional. Finally Sarah Campbell stopped outside a large set of doors guarded by armed humans. She spoke to them briefly and they opened the doors. Sarah Campbell and Dr. Willoughby stepped aside and turned to Captain Ki’rnne.
“Please enter here. The Human Council is here waiting for you.”
Captain Kiernan gave her a nod of acknowledgment and entered through the doors first with me at his right side and Fu’knlgt at his left. Fu’knlgt was an Sikknic like Huder. A powerful serpentine species with two front arms and clawed hands. We were told that humans had a complicated relationship with similar smaller creatures to the Sikknic that they called anacondas. While it seemed that the humans had a healthy fear of these anacondas it didn’t stop them from still making a few into pets. Still we were uneasy about how the humans would react to Fu’knlgt’s appearance.
We entered the Human Council room to be greeted by the site of a large round table with humans of different hues and garments conversing. They quieted as we entered and one who stood directly across from us stood.
“Welcome Captain Kiernan, Iqi and Fu’knlgt,” this human was the president of the Human Council, President Tapiwa. I recognized her image from my lessons about Earth. Her skin was an unnatural beautiful brown hue. Her hair hung in small dark braided ropes down her shoulders. She smiled warmly at them.
“We are the Human Intergalactic Council. Please take a seat,” she gestured to the open space reserved for them. There was only really a seat for me, the humans had created a large padded area next to the table for Captain and Fu’knlgt to situate themselves. Captain and Fu’knlgt sat on the padded area and I in my chair. Already I ran into a problem. These seat had a back and there was no comfortable way to sit properly with my wings still folded neatly behind me. I perched on the edge of my seat and ignored the cramping in my wings.
“Thank you for having us President Tapiwa,” Captain began. “We are very glad to be here and discuss the arrangements of Iqi’s stay.”
“Of course,” President Tapiwa sat. “Iqi this is your first visit to Earth, correct.”
“Yes, I’m very excited to be here,” I smiled pleasantly, thinking of how I’d rather be anywhere else.
The human leaders did a better job of hiding their surprise at my appearance then their people, but I could still see the look of shock in their eyes. It was uncomfortable.
“We can’t begin to tell you how pleased we are to have you on Earth. Your mother was a hero to us and to have you here feels as though a piece of her has returned home,” President Tapiwa said opening a file.
“Thank you, it feels good to finally visit my mother’s home planet,” I replied.
“The people you see before you are all from different provinces of Earth,” President Tapiwa spread her arms. “They all and many more offer you residence on their lands, but the choice is ultimately yours. We would like to know your limitations however so we can offer you a list of countries with more habitable climates for you.”
Captain Ki’rnne spoke up. “Iqi can handle most human ranges of temperature but he is still sensitive to direct sunlight. He is well adapted to colder temperatures, the coldest he finds comfortable with no protective wear is -50 degrees Fahrenheit. The warmest he finds comfortable is 70 degrees Fahrenheit.”
A handful of scribes around the room were frantically jotting down the information Captain Ki’rnne was giving President Tapiwa.
“Interesting,” the President said. “Are these your survivable ranges or just the ones you tolerate?” She asked me.
“These are the ranges I find most comfortable with no protective gear. I can survive beyond these ranges with protective gear but I am more tolerant of the cold then the heat,” I said remembering our visit to the Planet Tr’iuvtu. The planet orbited in such a strange way that when we arrived the temperature was ideally cool for me. But within moments of the planet’s orbit reaching its halfway mark the temperature skyrocketed.
I completely lost control of my body. My skin began to lose fluids at an alarming rate, My head felt as if it would burst from pressure, I vomited the little breakfast I had had aboard the ship. The panic to escape the heat was overwhelming. I was later told I was writhing on the ground ripping out my own feathers and clawing at my skin like an animal. If Huder hadn’t gripped me in his jaws and dragged me back onto the ship I was sure I would have perished. I still had the scars on my chest where his fangs had pierced me deep.
I was later told that the temperature had reach only 90 degrees Fahrenheit in human standards. I had been in high temperatures before and not experienced such an extreme reaction. Our medic speculated it was because of how sudden the temperature change was. Xe warned me to be more careful on planets with rapidly fluctuating temperatures from now on.
“I should also add that I cannot tolerate rapidly changing temperatures. My body will go into shock if the temperature rises too quickly,” I said.
President Tapiwa nodded seriously. “We’ll avoid warmer climates altogether than. As for your dietary habits. Do you have any restrictions that you know of? And what are your preferences?”
“I’ve found that I can consume most foods that are known to be eaten by humans and a few of the foods eaten by the Darites.”
“Really!” President Tapiwa exclaimed. “The Darite diet is arsenic based is it not?”
“Yes,” answered Captain Ki’rnne answered. “Is there a problem?”
“No, no. It’s just that arsenic is an extremely dangerous poison to humans so I’m surprised Iqi’s body can tolerate it.”
“I can only eat a few of their foods. If I eat too much in a single sitting I will get ill,” I elaborated.
President Tapiwa nodded. “Of course. Are there any substances you know of that you should avoid?”
“Not that I know of,” I shook my head.
“We try to keep Iqi away from substances that we don’t know how his body would react to,” Captain Kiernan said “Even Darite meals are very limited in his diet to avoid making him ill. Being the only one of his kind we’d rather err on the side of caution.”
“Understandable. Thankfully the Earth has hundreds of different climates so you should still have many choices with regards to where you would like to stay for your visit,” President Tapiwa smiled.
“Where is my mother from?” I asked hesitantly.
“She is from the United States of America,” President Tapiwa said. “Specifically the state Florida which has a very hot and humid climate. I’m sorry but your mother’s home wouldn’t be a good fit for you. However there are different parts of the country that have much colder climates that you may find comfortable.”
I nodded. “I’d like to hear about my options for this country please.”
“Well I can leave the explanation of the USA’s climate to Chancellor Nakano,” President Tapiwa gestured to a male with short straight dark hair who nodded and smiled at me.
“I was under the impression that the Human Intergalactic Council had only one leader,” Fu’knlgt hissed, not unkindly.
The humans tensed at his voice. Even President Tapiwa looked uncomfortable.
“I am the only leader of the Human Intergalactic Council,” President Tapiwa explained. “But the other humans you see around you are the leaders of different provinces of Earth. Earth simply has too many countries and ethnicities so we split our land masses into sections based on population then dispersed thoses section among the 30 leaders you see before you now. Chancellor Nakano is the one in charge of the region containing the United States of America.”
Fu’knlgt simply nodded not wanting to frighten our hosts again.
“I know humans are a diverse group amongst themselves when it comes to belief systems and ways of thinking,” Captain Kiernan changed the subject. “But what is the overall feeling of the public to Iqi’s arrival? And how do you believe they will receive him?”
“As you said, public opinion on a global scale is widely varied. This is mainly due to humans not knowing what Iqi looks like. Humans do not like the unknown, and with no information up until now I’m afraid some humans have come to their own assumptions. However, after seeing Iqi myself I believe the United States population will welcome him fairly well. Their main religion is Christianity after all,” President Tapiwa chuckled along with a few other humans.
I tilted my head to the side confused. “What does a human religion have to do with my appearance?” I asked.
President Tapiwa blinked for a beat as if not understanding my inability to understand. Chancellor Nakano answered.
“Christianity has the belief that their god has helpers called angels. Angels are winged mythological creatures known to answer prayers, protect people, and be very beautiful and clad in white. You bare an uncanny resemblance to these ‘angels’.” He explained.
I touched my own face. “Beautiful?” I asked to no one in particular.
“Yes,” President Tapiwa agreed. “You are very angelic looking. People will respond well to that. But please remember that not all humans are the same so expect varied reactions from them.”
I was surprised to see the other humans in the room nodding in agreement as well. They thought I resembled some mythical creature they found beautiful? They… didn’t find me wrong?
“Of course,” Captain Ki’rnne said. “Will we be permitted to join Iqi for a few days until he get accustom to this planet.”
“Of course! We have many questions for you and your crew as well. Many regarding Maia Floros' time among you as well.”
“Naturally,” Captain Ki’rnne said.
I looked up at him curiously. He never told me much about my mother. The captured human who struck fear into the hearts of those who opposed her. It seemed as though the only thing I knew of my mother were legends. But I wanted to know who she was not what she was.
A loud commotion outside caught everyone’s attention. Shouts and yells could be heard but not understand. One of the guards walked to the door when it suddenly burst open and a young human female with fire for hair stormed in. She took a quick glance around the room, her blue eyes blazing until they met my baffled ones.
“It’s you,” she sighed, smiling at me as if they had known each other for years.
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Segment from: Battle of Midnight - Starfleet Academy
Commander T'Sala
By the time they were passing the ENG lecture hall, Mrs Lisa Whitley had had -enough-. "Michael Murphy Whitley you are going to get on that shuttle and come -home-. You can NOT die out here in this gawd blessed MESS!! So help me if I have to---- LOOK OUT!" There was an odd sound and a flash of light, this exploded into a din that entirely took over Whit's senses. He felt hands on his back push him foward before he ate pavement and any light at all went black for a moment. When he came too there is only a hand poking out of the rubble behind him with a ring he's known since he was in infant on her left finger.
LTJG Michael Whitley
Groaning quietly as he raises a hand to his head, Whit would blink a couple times, trying to get those damn black spots to fuck off. Somewhat righting himself, Whit would look around, blinking more as the sudden shift screws his vision over more. His eyes would narrow in on the hand and, by extension, the ring. Frozen for an instant, the engineer would suddenly jump up, running over and digging futilely at the pile of concrete and metal. "Nononono mom mom mom MOM!!!" A few minutes later, Whitley would still be there, digging with bloody hands through the seemingly insurmountable wall of rock.
Commander T'Sala
When he finally gets the last part of concrete off her, it pulls a wicked metal chunk out of her chest and balances precariously aside. Mom spazums and reaches up to him, blood pouring from her mouth and chest. "W--hit?" her eyes are fulls of tears. Around them things are abuzz as others are pulled from the rubble by the emergancy teams calling for them to move since the rest of the building was about to go.
LTJG Michael Whitley
"M-mom! C'mon, get up, we've..." He'd stop then, analyzing the wound in her chest. "Shit, puncture, wider than an inch... Through..." The man would sit there mumbling to himself, trying desperately to remember the brief amount of medical training he got. He'd try to wave over an emergency team, but they'd all be too distracted by the other casualties in the area.
Commander T'Sala
They were yelling at people to clear the area now and dust was shifting from the shaky building overhead. Lisa pulls her wedding band and engagement ring off and presses it into his hand, closing it around them before placing a hand gently on the side of his face. "L-live." she says with a stream of blood from her lips and her hand falls away... as the light fades from her eyes, forever locked on his face. Letting that be the last thing she sees before passing on.(
LTJG Michael Whitley
Whit would sit there for a long moment, shock written plainly across his face as he stares between the rings and the face of his mother. "M-mom? Mom... No... Please..." Whit would crawl forward a bit, cradling his mother's body. Uncaring of blood or dirt, the cadet would remain there, either unaware or uncaring of the evac crews in the area.
Commander T'Sala
Lisa was still pinned by the legs under something unbelievably large. Her body doesn't even move much. But the shift does loosen the piece he had somehow moved a moment ago. It starts to lean towards him. "Whit!" A voice cuts through the din and catches the shifting piece. It is one normally calm and cool, but sometimes chiding. "Whit... we -have- to move. The building is about to fall." T'Sala kneels down and grabs his face. "Whit. Stand up or her death will be in vein if you are killed too."
LTJG Michael Whitley
Blank eyes would stare back at the instructor, uncomprehending. "Professor... My mom. She needs help." The man would seem either unable to process, or flat out refusing to admit that his mother was, in fact, dead in his arms.
Commander T'Sala
T'Sala checks up as more pieces of the building start to fall, they had 90 seconds at best. Still, for his sanity she checks the pulse. "She is gone, Whit. We -need- to -more-." she urges, pulling his arm in one last warning to move on is own.
LTJG Michael Whitley
"I... But... My mom...." The man would look down at her again, checking her pulse for his own sake. "Mom..." Then the man's eyes would glaze over, and he'd slump forward, unconscious.
Commander T'Sala (Laura)
Whit feels himself caught before everything goes dark. --- Hours later --- He had overhead things in his fitful sleep of the next couple of hours. “You! Commander! You’ve coordinated defense through coms before, correct?” he said, pointing at T’Sala’s nose. “You you can handle several coms and instructions at once and keep the straight?” “Yes, Sir.” She nodded as he thrust an earpiece at her. “Go into my office and be my eyes and ears from the Acadmey to Command and Spacedock. I will tell you how to respond if necessary. I will be here coordinating the grounds and everything else. Just keep us all in contact.”
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Whitley was set down in the office on one of the benches. A little girl crawled into his lap and hugged him. "He has blood on him. He is sad...."
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<C> "This is Jupiter station they're warping in some kind of massive infrastructure.” Even from the blurry image, it had a very distinctive appearance.
“Admiral… we may have a situation.” she reported calmly. “You should see this with your own eyes.”
“Commander?” Kyle asked in such a tone that it caused her to turn, seeing every pair of eyes on either her or the screen. “Commander… please, be honest with us. Is that a planet killer?”
T’Sala paused for only a moment before just offering a single nod and a single phrase. “Most likely.”
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What eventually woke him was not the din.... but as a dead quiet started to fall over the Acadmey and the sun started peeking up over the bay, cutting through the mist. He was indeed in an office with a little girl sleeping next to him. T'Sala moved over beside him and just... sat. As he stirred she looks over.
LTJG Michael Whitley
Letting out another low groan as he opens his eyes, shutting them immediately after because of the light, Whit would fumble his way back to consciousness. Actually opening his eyes and getting a proper look at his surroundings, Whit would fix his gaze on T'Sala. "Professor? Wha... What happened?" Whit would then freeze still as his memories start flooding back. "The call... The hallway... My mom... MY MOM!" Whit would snap his gaze back to the commander. "Professor, my mom, she... What happened?"
Commander T'Sala
"I am not a Pro--" T'Sala stops short as he powers on and catches herself being pedantic and the worst time. She turns to face him on the bench and just reaches out and puts a hand on his shoulder. In the silent gaze and the blood on his uniform it is apparent that he recalled everything correctly. His pockets feel odd from the wedding rings against his thigh.
LTJG Michael Whitley
Letting out something that sounded like a strangled cough, Whit would close his eyes for a long moment, hand reaching into his pocket for the rings. Running a thumb over them, Whit would remain silent for a minute or two. "My family doesn't know, do they?"
Commander T'Sala
T'Sala stands and grabs a cloth and some water for him to clean the blood off and sits back down. "No, the battle only just finished. Coms are still emergency only."
LTJG Michael Whitley
"Right, communication lockdown... Standard protocol for large scale. Non-essential systems default to low-power settings, if not full deactivation on a case by case basis." Whit would continue mumbling about standards and protocol for a moment, before looking up again. "When's the lockdown supposed to end?"
Commander T'Sala
"We lost a 10th of our fleet. It will be a long while, Whit." T'Sala answers gently.
LTJG Michael Whitley
"Right... Allocation of force and all that..." Whit would trail off, obviously searching for something, anything else to focus on.
Commander T'Sala
T'Sala is quiet for a long moment and looks around before eyes falling on his state. "We need to get you cleaned up and changed." She stands before gently ordering. "Unzip your jacket."
LTJG Michael Whitley
Complying without a word, Whit would remove his jacket, throwing it across a chair. Taking care to follow regulation, the cadet would unclip his comm-badge from his jacket, placing it on his undershirt instead.
Commander T'Sala
T'Sala gestures for him to look at the painting on the wall. "Im going to clean the cuts on your face. I'm worried about you going into shock; can you name me some of the Starfleet Oaths that we take?" she asks, starting with cleaning gauze to get the blood off of his face, which is her main concern.
LTJG Michael Whitley
Almost mechanically, Whit would start reciting off the keypoints of the Federation oath of enlistment. "To uphold the ideals and, by extension, follow the laws of the Federation. To seek out new life. To keep to the principle of non-interference. To uphold the truth, whether it be personal, scientific, or historical."
Commander T'Sala
She works quickly, remembering how blood all over her after own loss would effect her for years to come. She silently hoped she could get it off him before it was forever imprinted in his mind. She starts on his hands, trying to work around the rings and on the sly clean them as much as possible. Again, she hurries to get it all off him him. Halfway through she realizes that a good portion of the blood is his own.
"Whit. Im going to set these -right- beside you, but I need to fix your hands. Look at me. You mention the oath of truth." Her eyes meet his a moment before going back to his hands, gently moving the rings aside and working on his hands. "Me, not your hands." she chides if his eyes wander. "Starfleet Medical need help with triage. I need your help but you need to be honest with yourself. I either need you to watch Lami here, or you can work with me in the center. But the center will be bloody and be gruesome, but it is work and will keep your mind busy. Where do you think is best for you right now? Calm or in the busy but bloody?"
LTJG Michael Whitley
Summoning up some degree of his usual attitude, the cadet would flash a half-hearted grin, "C'mon, professor. I'm trying to be an engineer, yeah? Don't we work best after shit's hit the fan? I'll go wherever you need me."
Commander T'Sala
"I need you in A or B. Where will be best for you. Personal Truth." she says, finishing up with his hands.
LTJG Michael Whitley
"I'll go to the center. I'd rather be helping people than being useless..." I'd glance around, eyes settling on the passed out kid. "So uh, professor... Who's the kid?"
Commander T'Sala
"I am till not a professor, I do not have my doctorates yet." she says. "She's the child of the Tactical department head. I've been staying with them. There are a lot of misplaced children right now. Helping watch them is far from useless."
LTJG Michael Whitley
"Still. I'd rather be actively saving lives than playing glorified babysitter, if it's all the same to you, professor." The ghost of a grin would widen a bit as he says the title.
Commander T'Sala
T'Sala nods, scrutinizing him. "Very well." And with that... they make their way to starfleet medical where hours pass until sunset.
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Segment from: Battle of Midnight - Starfleet Academy
Commander T'Sala
By the time they were passing the ENG lecture hall, Mrs Lisa Whitley had had -enough-. "Michael Murphy Whitley you are going to get on that shuttle and come -home-. You can NOT die out here in this gawd blessed MESS!! So help me if I have to---- LOOK OUT!" There was an odd sound and a flash of light, this exploded into a din that entirely took over Whit's senses. He felt hands on his back push him foward before he ate pavement and any light at all went black for a moment. When he came too there is only a hand poking out of the rubble behind him with a ring he's known since he was in infant on her left finger.
LTJG Michael Whitley
Groaning quietly as he raises a hand to his head, Whit would blink a couple times, trying to get those damn black spots to fuck off. Somewhat righting himself, Whit would look around, blinking more as the sudden shift screws his vision over more. His eyes would narrow in on the hand and, by extension, the ring. Frozen for an instant, the engineer would suddenly jump up, running over and digging futilely at the pile of concrete and metal. "Nononono mom mom mom MOM!!!" A few minutes later, Whitley would still be there, digging with bloody hands through the seemingly insurmountable wall of rock.
Commander T'Sala
When he finally gets the last part of concrete off her, it pulls a wicked metal chunk out of her chest and balances precariously aside. Mom spazums and reaches up to him, blood pouring from her mouth and chest. "W--hit?" her eyes are fulls of tears. Around them things are abuzz as others are pulled from the rubble by the emergancy teams calling for them to move since the rest of the building was about to go.
LTJG Michael Whitley
"M-mom! C'mon, get up, we've..." He'd stop then, analyzing the wound in her chest. "Shit, puncture, wider than an inch... Through..." The man would sit there mumbling to himself, trying desperately to remember the brief amount of medical training he got. He'd try to wave over an emergency team, but they'd all be too distracted by the other casualties in the area.
Commander T'Sala
They were yelling at people to clear the area now and dust was shifting from the shaky building overhead. Lisa pulls her wedding band and engagement ring off and presses it into his hand, closing it around them before placing a hand gently on the side of his face. "L-live." she says with a stream of blood from her lips and her hand falls away... as the light fades from her eyes, forever locked on his face. Letting that be the last thing she sees before passing on.(
LTJG Michael Whitley
Whit would sit there for a long moment, shock written plainly across his face as he stares between the rings and the face of his mother. "M-mom? Mom... No... Please..." Whit would crawl forward a bit, cradling his mother's body. Uncaring of blood or dirt, the cadet would remain there, either unaware or uncaring of the evac crews in the area.
Commander T'Sala
Lisa was still pinned by the legs under something unbelievably large. Her body doesn't even move much. But the shift does loosen the piece he had somehow moved a moment ago. It starts to lean towards him. "Whit!" A voice cuts through the din and catches the shifting piece. It is one normally calm and cool, but sometimes chiding. "Whit... we -have- to move. The building is about to fall." T'Sala kneels down and grabs his face. "Whit. Stand up or her death will be in vein if you are killed too."
LTJG Michael Whitley
Blank eyes would stare back at the instructor, uncomprehending. "Professor... My mom. She needs help." The man would seem either unable to process, or flat out refusing to admit that his mother was, in fact, dead in his arms.
Commander T'Sala
T'Sala checks up as more pieces of the building start to fall, they had 90 seconds at best. Still, for his sanity she checks the pulse. "She is gone, Whit. We -need- to -more-." she urges, pulling his arm in one last warning to move on is own.
LTJG Michael Whitley
"I... But... My mom...." The man would look down at her again, checking her pulse for his own sake. "Mom..." Then the man's eyes would glaze over, and he'd slump forward, unconscious.
Commander T'Sala (Laura)
Whit feels himself caught before everything goes dark. --- Hours later --- He had overhead things in his fitful sleep of the next couple of hours. “You! Commander! You’ve coordinated defense through coms before, correct?” he said, pointing at T’Sala’s nose. “You you can handle several coms and instructions at once and keep the straight?” “Yes, Sir.” She nodded as he thrust an earpiece at her. “Go into my office and be my eyes and ears from the Acadmey to Command and Spacedock. I will tell you how to respond if necessary. I will be here coordinating the grounds and everything else. Just keep us all in contact.”
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Whitley was set down in the office on one of the benches. A little girl crawled into his lap and hugged him. "He has blood on him. He is sad...."
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<C> "This is Jupiter station they're warping in some kind of massive infrastructure.” Even from the blurry image, it had a very distinctive appearance.
“Admiral… we may have a situation.” she reported calmly. “You should see this with your own eyes.”
“Commander?” Kyle asked in such a tone that it caused her to turn, seeing every pair of eyes on either her or the screen. “Commander… please, be honest with us. Is that a planet killer?”
T’Sala paused for only a moment before just offering a single nod and a single phrase. “Most likely.”
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What eventually woke him was not the din.... but as a dead quiet started to fall over the Acadmey and the sun started peeking up over the bay, cutting through the mist. He was indeed in an office with a little girl sleeping next to him. T'Sala moved over beside him and just... sat. As he stirred she looks over.
LTJG Michael Whitley
Letting out another low groan as he opens his eyes, shutting them immediately after because of the light, Whit would fumble his way back to consciousness. Actually opening his eyes and getting a proper look at his surroundings, Whit would fix his gaze on T'Sala. "Professor? Wha... What happened?" Whit would then freeze still as his memories start flooding back. "The call... The hallway... My mom... MY MOM!" Whit would snap his gaze back to the commander. "Professor, my mom, she... What happened?"
Commander T'Sala
"I am not a Pro--" T'Sala stops short as he powers on and catches herself being pedantic and the worst time. She turns to face him on the bench and just reaches out and puts a hand on his shoulder. In the silent gaze and the blood on his uniform it is apparent that he recalled everything correctly. His pockets feel odd from the wedding rings against his thigh.
LTJG Michael Whitley
Letting out something that sounded like a strangled cough, Whit would close his eyes for a long moment, hand reaching into his pocket for the rings. Running a thumb over them, Whit would remain silent for a minute or two. "My family doesn't know, do they?"
Commander T'Sala
T'Sala stands and grabs a cloth and some water for him to clean the blood off and sits back down. "No, the battle only just finished. Coms are still emergency only."
LTJG Michael Whitley
"Right, communication lockdown... Standard protocol for large scale. Non-essential systems default to low-power settings, if not full deactivation on a case by case basis." Whit would continue mumbling about standards and protocol for a moment, before looking up again. "When's the lockdown supposed to end?"
Commander T'Sala
"We lost a 10th of our fleet. It will be a long while, Whit." T'Sala answers gently.
LTJG Michael Whitley
"Right... Allocation of force and all that..." Whit would trail off, obviously searching for something, anything else to focus on.
Commander T'Sala
T'Sala is quiet for a long moment and looks around before eyes falling on his state. "We need to get you cleaned up and changed." She stands before gently ordering. "Unzip your jacket."
LTJG Michael Whitley
Complying without a word, Whit would remove his jacket, throwing it across a chair. Taking care to follow regulation, the cadet would unclip his comm-badge from his jacket, placing it on his undershirt instead.
Commander T'Sala
T'Sala gestures for him to look at the painting on the wall. "Im going to clean the cuts on your face. I'm worried about you going into shock; can you name me some of the Starfleet Oaths that we take?" she asks, starting with cleaning gauze to get the blood off of his face, which is her main concern.
LTJG Michael Whitley
Almost mechanically, Whit would start reciting off the keypoints of the Federation oath of enlistment. "To uphold the ideals and, by extension, follow the laws of the Federation. To seek out new life. To keep to the principle of non-interference. To uphold the truth, whether it be personal, scientific, or historical."
Commander T'Sala
She works quickly, remembering how blood all over her after own loss would effect her for years to come. She silently hoped she could get it off him before it was forever imprinted in his mind. She starts on his hands, trying to work around the rings and on the sly clean them as much as possible. Again, she hurries to get it all off him him. Halfway through she realizes that a good portion of the blood is his own.
"Whit. Im going to set these -right- beside you, but I need to fix your hands. Look at me. You mention the oath of truth." Her eyes meet his a moment before going back to his hands, gently moving the rings aside and working on his hands. "Me, not your hands." she chides if his eyes wander. "Starfleet Medical need help with triage. I need your help but you need to be honest with yourself. I either need you to watch Lami here, or you can work with me in the center. But the center will be bloody and be gruesome, but it is work and will keep your mind busy. Where do you think is best for you right now? Calm or in the busy but bloody?"
LTJG Michael Whitley
Summoning up some degree of his usual attitude, the cadet would flash a half-hearted grin, "C'mon, professor. I'm trying to be an engineer, yeah? Don't we work best after shit's hit the fan? I'll go wherever you need me."
Commander T'Sala
"I need you in A or B. Where will be best for you. Personal Truth." she says, finishing up with his hands.
LTJG Michael Whitley
"I'll go to the center. I'd rather be helping people than being useless..." I'd glance around, eyes settling on the passed out kid. "So uh, professor... Who's the kid?"
Commander T'Sala
"I am till not a professor, I do not have my doctorates yet." she says. "She's the child of the Tactical department head. I've been staying with them. There are a lot of misplaced children right now. Helping watch them is far from useless."
LTJG Michael Whitley
"Still. I'd rather be actively saving lives than playing glorified babysitter, if it's all the same to you, professor." The ghost of a grin would widen a bit as he says the title.
Commander T'Sala
T'Sala nods, scrutinizing him. "Very well." And with that... they make their way to starfleet medical where hours pass until sunset.
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