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Roleplay Log
12 Feb 2014
Surgical Suite - Station Infirmary [Deep Space 9]
A single surgical bed sits in the middle of this small room, heavy medical equipment sitting to the side for easy access use. A replicator is placed in the bulkhead for the replication of medical supplies and small equipment.

[Commplant] Incoming communique from Deep Space 9.
[Commplant] Opening channel...
[Commplant] Channel now open. Linked to Viewscreen.

[Commplant] “This is Lieutenant Niian Inara. I am talking to Kailyn Pryus, correct?

Pryus-Talbot looks down at the cold corpse of her husband, her face white expression one of unimaginable pain. There are not more tears left in her only questions, so many questions. “Yes this is Doctor Kailyn Pryus-Talbot,” She answers after a pause and trying to find words.

[Commplant] “Kailyn...look...I'm sorry.” Inara says, sighing. “Come to my office, please? We can talk about what happened and I can answer any questions you have.”

Pryus-Talbot lifts face toward the ceiling and closes her eyes, upon opening them she wets her lips. “I'll come.”

[Commplant] Signal to Deep Space 9 dropped.
[Commplant] Communication terminated.
The door leading to Infirmary slides open.

Time passes and Kailyn arrives at Inara’s Office

Chief Science Officer's Office [Deep Space 9]
This is a basic office, with a simple desk and storage compartments and awaiting customization by the station's resident scientist.

Inara is sat on the couch next to the replicator. “Come in, Kailyn, have a seat. Would you like some tea?”

Pryus-Talbot moves into the room she shakes her head gently and gives no verbal response, she'd been finding it hard to speak let alone breath since she read the news.

“I'm sure you have many questions, and I hope I can do my best to answer them for you.” She says, looking over the woman with a slight look of worry.

Pryus-Talbot takes a minute to find some order, inadvertently she radiates sadness and loss. “It said they were unable to tell me the exact details of his death.” She manages to say coldly and swallowing softly after she finishes. “I don't really know anything other than that.”

Inara smiles softly and looks at her for a moment. “I can tell you, if you promise that what I tell you doesn't leave this room?”

Pryus-Talbot narrows her eyes at the Bajoran, uncertain if she could follow those instructions. Her tongue rolls against her lower teeth, “What are they hiding from me?” She sounds almost angry.

Inara looks at Pryus and shakes her head. “I'm not hiding anything, it is classified, that is all. I'm sure you understand.”

Pryus-Talbot swallows and pulls the blanket around her a little tighter, “Tell me then.”

“Talb--your husband went...well...he fired a phaser at a few officers and...we had no choice but to beam him out of there. We were under the impression he was wearing a flight suit...but...he was not.”

Pryus-Talbot drops her jaw at being at being told her news, she doesn't know where to begin. She gets to her feet and paces irratically, her hands move to the sides of her face and the blanket falls from her shoulders resting in the crooks of her arms “WE? HOW CAN YOU NOT TELL IF SOMEONE WAS WEARING A FLIGHTSUIT? YOU BEAMED HIM INTO SPACE!!” Her voice raises her anger is directed at the one person with her but she is not strong with her abilities, everything is weak.

“We weren't there with him, we were ordered to beam him off the station to be picked up by Excalibur.” She sighs and looks at Kailyn. “Damn it, none of this was supposed to happen.”

“You're right, he was supposed to be there for the birth of our child not lying in the surgical suite dead?” Kailyn tenses and takes a breath trying to regain her poise, her eyes close. “Who gave the order?” She stands facing the Bajoran not close but over the other side of the office.

“That is classified, Lieutenant. I have already told you more than my pay is worth.” Inara said.

Pryus-Talbot looks at the woman desperately, “That's it?”

Niian sighs and rubs her temples. “I'm sorry, but I can't tell you any more. All I can offer is a shoulder to lean on and a friend to be with.”

Pryus-Talbot raises her middle of her brows and shakes her head, “No, no.” She shakes her head and leaves the office.

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