MD #238: Something Dark
MD #238: Something Dark
Summary: Lt. Cross stops in medical to speak with Colonel Stone about a visit from the ghost of Captain Salazar. After being reassured that he is not, in fact, going crazy, Lt. Cross shares the warning that Captain Salazar relayed.
Date: Fri 01/Dec/2017 (OOC Date)
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Ben Samtara 
Sickbay - Deck 3 - Battlestar Orion
Serving as the ship's primary care facility, the Medical Center is a rather large, single room structure that has the same load-bearing structures to the walls that the halls do, as well as the same heavy hatch. There is a desk at the entrance staffed by a nurse as well as a small locker for single dose drugs like aspirin. Beds are lined up along each wall with EKG's and hangers for IVs in case of triage. Behind each bed a small touchscreen has also been built in to help supplement care and transmit vitals to Medical personnel's tablets. Large cabinets at the rear provide ready access to lifesaving medicines and gear, as well as a ready supply of defibrillators. Not far from the primary entrance is the Chief Medical Officer's office and on the other side is a small hatch to the recovery ward. Towards the rear is a sectioned-off examination area. Opposite the hatch to recovery is a sealed doorway leading down a hallway to the ship's morgue. This bay has seen many improvements from the overhaul but can clearly operate effectively without any power.
Mon 18/Jun/2049 (IC Date)

Ben grabs the hatch frame and holds his a moment. His eye's are wide and he looks like he's seen a ghost. Complection slightly pail and his breath slow and shallow. He's looking into the bay, but at nothing, through everything. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but nothing comes out. He looks … scared.

Looking up from the clip board that she's holding, her voice trailing off as she pauses mid-thought, the old surgeon eyes the pilot over the upper edge of the reading glasses perched on her nose. Seeing the look on his face she calmly hands the clip board off to the nurse, slips the glasses into the front pocket of her lab coat, then crosses the room to take Cross gently by the elbow and guides him to the nearest chair. "Slow breaths, Lieutenant. It's impossible to panic if you control your breathing. Slow it down now," she advises and keeps a close eye on the pilot while advising this.

Ben sits in the chair, mindlessly as she guides him there. When sat, he looks at her, "Doc. I just saw … I think I just saw…" He shakes his head and closes his eye's. She'd notice the hairs on his neck are up and goosebumbs are on his arms. He pulls a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to steady himself. He opens his eye's, "How long you been here Doc?" He askes, his face regaining some of it's color.

"Relative time or actual time?" the CMO replies and when the nurse she was speaking with hands over a pair of water bottles she passes one to Ben before twisting off the cap of the one she's holding. "I was part of the original task force Nomad, back prior to the beginning of the last war. It feels like forever ago, really, perspective wise."

Ben looks to her, a haunting in his eye's, "Do you know Captain Chiron?" He looks to the side, "Or was it Hobo." He fights to remember, everything not feeling real around him. He looks back up at her.

"Alejandro?" Sam wonders in return, eyebrows arching upward even as she rests one hand on his wrist to test his pulse with the tip of her index finger. "Yes. I knew him. Hobo was his.." she searches for the phrase, "ah. Call Sign. Hobo."

Ben looks at her confused at the name given. He tilts his head slightly and looks past her, into space. "Hobo is what he said. He said a lot of things. I'm trying to keep it all strait. He kind of ordered me to remember." Suddenly he looks up at Samtara and says, "Somethings coming. Something …" Fighting to remember what. Then it hits him, "Dark."

"Something.. dark is coming?" Sam replies and she sits in silence for a moment before she exhales a slow breath. "Captain Salazar has been dead for .. forty years or so now, twenty years that we remember. But you spoke with him. Alright."

Ben's eye's widen to saucers with blue circles in the center that have growing black dots. His expression goes blank. His lips quiver and part, trying to say something that isn't coming out. He pulls another deep breath, "No, I just met him. We talked. Man smoked a joint in front of me. A Captain." He tries to think of more, but the images seem to be fading. "Kind of an asshole." He looks up to her, "No, I just met him."

"Trust me when I say that I signed his death certificate and sent the notice to his family," the old surgeon replies in a voice that is quiet but absolutely certain. She then makes a small sound that is a startled laugh, "Yes. He rather was, but he was a particularly talented pilot."

Ben is stunned. This explains his confusion, the goosebumps, the reason it's fading away from him. "But … how?" He looks to her for answers, trying to keep himself together. He's never had anything like this happen to him in the twenty six years of his life. He's always been a part of the living. Is that it? Is that why he met that man? He pats his chest, "Am … I dead?" Concern fills his eye's looking to the woman for an answer.

"I don't know, but I do know that there are more forces at work, Lieutenant, than can be easily explained away by math, science or logic. And no," Sam replies in a gentle tone of voice, "you're not dead. No more than I am."

Ben looks at her heard, a hand comes up and a finger comes out, and pokes her arm. He relaxes and closes his eye's. Breathing evenly, he pulls one more deep breath to let it out slowly, "Something dark is coming. We're to remember who we are, why we're here, what we're fighting for. He was very mysterious about the whole thing." He opens his eye's, "It's not this up coming mission he said. Something more." He looks up at her, "I thought I'd spent to much time in the simulatars getting ready for it. I thought there was a good chance I could of just dreamt it. But he was real, as real as you are standing there looking at me as if I'd lost my mind. I swear it." Once again, he looks past her as if trying to catch sight of something in the distance but not finding it. Another deep breath and he calms again. "I should sleep. That's what it is. I should sleep. Busy day coming and I need to be ready for it." He nods to this, looking back up to her, "Thanks Doc, you know just what to say." And he believes that.

"I've never seen a ghost, Son, but that doesn't have any bearing on what you've seen or experienced," Sam replies as she curls one hand gently on his wrist again. "I'm a scientist. I like things that can be measured, quantified, explained out in linear mathematics, nice and tidy. All of that is nice and neat. Life? It's none of those things. Nice, neat, linear or tidy. There is more to life than we can measure and rationalize away. You aren't the only one who will have spoken to the ghost of those who were once part of our crew, and don't be afraid to share your experience with others. When we're up against something big? Not just the mission that's immediately in the wings, but something that could change everything.." the old surgeon gives a faint smile. "Well. We aren't alone out here, after all, are we?"

Ben leans forward and gets to his feet. He knows what he saw, what was said. Standing up strait, he looks to her and says, "Apparently not." He takes her hand and shakes it, thankfully that she didn't call him crazy. He lets go and turns to the exit hatch and starts to walk. Suddenly he stops and turns to her, "Should I tell anybody about this? I mean, high command or anything?" That concerned looks crosses his face again.

"Absolutely," Sam replies with a solemn nod. "Make sure you tell your CO. Captain Salazar would not have taken the effort to come here, now, and find you to talk to if he didn't want to make sure that his words were heard. And shared. You aren't crazy, I promise."

Ben nods and turns back to the door. Four more steps closer to the hatch and he stops and turns back to her, "Can it wait until after the mission? I mean, just in case .. you know .. they do want my brain looked at for talking about …" He shivers slightly, "…ghosts."

Rising to her feet, the CMO walks forward to join the Lieutenant where he stands near the hatch. "Who do you suppose they'd want to have a look at your brain?" she prompts gently. "Have some faith, son. I'll bet you a cup of good coffee that if you bring this up to Colonel Janik that he will not be surprised."

Ben nods and forces a smile to try and make this all alright. "Okay, I will." He pulls another deep breath and turns and steps over the hatch lip and leaves.

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