=/\= Romulan Shuttle =/\= The shuttle shook and Athena slid across the floor to hit something hard and unforgiving. She rolled to her knees as her body jerked with the pain. She decided to take a quick inventory on how she thought she was fairing. Her head was aching, her cheek and eye throbbed, her hands were cold, it hurt to breathe to deeply and she was beginning to feel nauseated. She closed her eyes against the sensations hoping that she wouldn't be physically ill. She began to feel as though she wasn't quite all together, but dare not open her eyes yet. =/\= Chimera Sickbay =/\= Athena couldn't pull the air she needed to calm her stomach into her lungs and gave up trying. She let her mind wonder into a blackness and then opened her eyes to stare into the face of Scott Fisher. Athena tried to take a calming breath at the sight before but instead a small wince was ripped from her dry raw throat. She lifted a rudely bandaged hand to the doctor's face to be sure she wasn't hallucinating. At the warmth from his cheek on her cold fingers a tear slid from her good eye across her cheek and down her neck. Her hand dropped to the table and her eyes fluttered closed as she began mumbling. The words were softened by the raw scratchiness of her throat: "We must steel that technology." "We need more information to be convincing." "They are stupid; conquering them all should be no problem." "The Federation is stupid; they haven't figured a thing out yet." In addition to the phrase came codes some of them made sense and some of them did not. "Wellington 545 alpha." "Tal'mirk 666 theta." "Onorree Zenti 109." Scott watched the tear and wondered what the counselor had been through. He looked at the bio scan above and found an odd chemical raging through the counselor's body. He sighed deeply and looked down at his patient to find her staring at him. "You're a sight for very sore eyes," the counselor murmured before her eyes slid shut again. =/\= End Log =/\= Lt. Athena Wellington Counselor USS Chimera