JL | Capt Dunross, LtCmdr Leshini - Sec31 Director, Surgical Assistant | "Off To Never Never Land"

Posted on 241708.07 @ 4:31am by Fleet Admiral Blyx Red & Captain Aleksandr Dunross

Mission: Hush [BQ Plot]

/// Offices of Perunova & Associates ///


Aleksandr was catching up the documentation related to his cover job as CEO of Perunova. Today was like most days, checking out expense reports, revenue reports, expansion proposals, and economic forecasts for this sector of space. It was tedious work, but in order to maintain an excellent cover, it had to be real. He was sipping on a cup of coffee when there was an alert from Blyx’s office minutes before there was a station-wide alert. Aleksandr dropped his coffee and whatever padd in his hands and rushed out the door. His security guards fell in behind him without missing a step, understanding that there was an emergency, but now knowing where their boss was headed.

Walking fast, Aleksandr remotely activated the station’s audio and visual monitoring devices and found that Blyx had been attacked. He watched the recorded action on his retina inserts, seeing the attack from all angles. See her fall to the ground covered in her own blood, Aleksandr broke into a run--headed for the sickbay.

When the blustery Russian had arrived, Security took one look at him and became a blockade. There was yelling, swearing, threats being passed back and forth between his private team and the men assigned by Starfleet. Candice had been coming back from visiting an on station chaplain, praying for the woman they'd operated on and the child she'd lost and had been broad sided by the assault of sound and bodies. The man at the front of it all was desperate, she could tell. His eyes were cold, shark-like, but the lines on his face said everything: he was panicked. "Stop stop STOP!" She yelled, holding up her hands. "You. Who are you? What are you here for?" She asked, but knew the answer.

Aleksandr turned to the woman whom he took for a nurse or a doctor. Whatever she was, she was suffice for his need. He was about order his men to forcible remove the security officers out of his way when the woman appeared. The Starfleet officers should count themselves fortunate as he turned his attention to her instead.

“I am Aleksandr Dunross,” Aleksandr said, “I am here to see my wife, the Fleet Admiral Blyx Red.”

It was no lie, for Aleksandr that is. From the first moment they have cemented their relationship, she had become his wife in his heart. Time has done nothing but reinforce that idea in his mind. He had literally been all over the galaxy and there was no woman like Blyx. The images of the attack flashed to his mind. The sight of her blood nearly flew him into a rage again. He smiled in his wolfish grin that tried to convey peace, but only increased the menacing look he casually wore.

“I need to see the Admiral now, what is her prognosis? As far anyone knows, I am her next of kin on the station,” Aleksandr said, trying to keep a civil tongue, “Please, you must let me pass.”

"Wi...Wife?" Candy asked incredulously. She hadn't recalled seeing any documentation about the Admiral being wed, at least not currently.

Her brow knit as she grabbed a PADD and tried to find what information she could and that information presented three names from two children and a niece. One of the names rung a bell, though.

"Dunross, you said?" The first name didn't match, but the surname did and the demeanor screamed for him not to be trifled with. It would be her head for bringing him on back, especially with the attack so fresh, but she knew he wasn't about to take no for an answer. "Let him through. Sir, you'll need to come with me."

Twenty minutes passed, the two of them cooped up in a small consultation room as she pulled information and gave him the run down from doctor Carrol's reports, findings, and thoughts. X-Rays of the fractures, diagrams of the injury as a whole, all of it would be evidence against anyone they caught as an accessory to the crime. The worst of it, the entire report, lay in his hands, life and death contained in a little PADD. It seemed cold and cruel, maybe even sterile. She watched him, waiting to weigh reactions if she could.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dunross. I am. The next twenty-four hours will be very telling for her. If she comes out of sedation alright, then she'll have a serious shot at recovering." Candy didn't know what or who she was more sorry for or about.

Aleksandr saw the words on the padd, but had hard time reading them. They were blurry for some reason. A deep frown creased his face and he wiped his eyes to clear them, ignoring the wet steaks left on his fingers. Blinking several times, he managed to read the report. A few taps in the menu section sent the information to his offices and a directive to prepare another chamber like the one Patient Zero was currently inhabiting.

“Oh, Blyx, he muttered, “Look what they have done to your beautiful body.”

His heart stopped when he got to the part about the termination of her pregnancy. Flashes of her bloody image streamed through his mind and he began shaking with rage, gripping the PADD so hard that it threatened to crack.

“I must…see her…” Aleksandr began and held up a hand to forestall a protest, “I do not need to be physically with her, but just take me some where that I can see her.”

Candy's heart broke for him. The man who had come in all hellfire and brimstone had crumbled to one as gentle as a pussy cat. Or not. Gentled by his upset, but fueled all the same. While he read and metabolized, she searched his name. Aleksandr R. Dunross. Captain. At least he was one of the good guys, that may buy her her job with the hope that the brass would only snatch a pay grade or two from her. "Come with me... I'll get you a chair to sit beside her. Just... Don't handle more than her hands, ok?"

Moments later she closed the door to the Admiral's recovery room behind her, leaving the man behind to process things as he wished. She truly felt for him, having to live with the fact his wife had been knifed nearly to death and had such a guarded prognosis and their child's life wasted before that spark could truly be lit. That was why she'd done what she did and turned a blind eye on protocol.

In that half-lit room, Blyx lay on a biobed, lightly draped in a sheet to keep the draft off of her but her chest from taking too much additional weight. They'd worked for hours and it would take several more when she was healed enough to really make much of a difference when it came to the scaring that was bound to occur. Candy had seen to it that she'd been cleaned up as much as possible. Her lips and chin were no longer stained with a crust of drying blood and her hair had been carefully brushed and pinned back. Tomorrow, if she was still alive, it would be braided to keep from snarling. For the moment, the only indications that she even had a whisper of hope were the steady sounds of her heart on the monitor and the fact her chest rose and fell steadily with each breath she continued to breathe. Her eyes were dark and bruised, speaking volumes of the toll going into cardiac arrest had taken on her poor body. It was a dreamless sleep, and that was a blessing.

For such a brave man, especially one who blustered on about just how much of a man he really was, Aleksandr Dunross nearly resisted going into Blyx's room. He tugged heavily at the collar of his tunic, it suddenly feeling too tight and making it hard for him to breathe. The last time he'd be in a room like this had been the day his mother died. Then too had Aleksandr walked slowly to the beside of a woman he loved and had taken her hand. He wanted to rage at the world for being so cruel, for exacting such punishing upon him, but he couldn't here. Never here. Instead, Aleksandr sat in the chair by her bed, carefully picking up the delicate hand closest to him and kissed it, cradling it in his. Sighing deeply, he looked for the nurse and mouthed a thank you.

End Log


Aleksandr Romyev Dunross
Director, Beta Quadrant
Section 31

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Lieutenant Commander Candice Leshini P.A. (NPC APB Bandit)
Surgical Assistant
Cold Station Theta