The Trill Trio

Posted on Mon 29th Sep, 2025 @ 3:46pm by Commander Heriah Rex & Commander Geraldine "Geri" Severide & Lieutenant Victor Delling MD & Commander Anslo Tol
Edited on on Wed 8th Oct, 2025 @ 8:35am

1,142 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: From The Ashes
Location: Sick Bay
Timeline: Current

{Infirmary Primary Ward}

Heriah was standing in Sick Bay. Dr. Delling and his team were ready.

"Dr, Delling," said Heriah, "please see to it that these three are separated as best as you can upon transport. I feel they may be trouble to a degree. There will be drama, of course."

"I've found that this place excels at drama. I shall be quite happy when I get some of the kinks worked out of the new setup." He smiled slightly at her and

The vacant space in the middle of Sick Bay lit up with three transport beams. The beam in the middle was the shortest. Heriah, and Rex, deduced that must have been the cargo; the reason for the bigger two to have set out originally in their seeker ship.

The three Trill materialized fully and the beams dissipated. The bald one held no weapon. None of them held weapons as any they did hold were immediately separated from them during transport and sent directly to Security Impound. But, the bald one transported in as though having not even held a weapon to begin with. He immediately looked around, taking stock of his location and everything and everyone about. His eyes became stuck on the joined Trill Heriah Rex.

"Joined One," he said, "Ryzhkyn and I are seekers..."

Heriah stepped upon him. "Later. Right now..."

"But this one is our ward," he broke in as he took hold of Anslo's arm.

Heriah instinctively grabbed his own wrist, utilizing pressure points in his wrist, forcing his fingers to loosen their grip. "Your ward...the three of you for that matter...are not going anywhere anytime soon. You are all injured. Dr. Delling and his team will patch you up. Questions will come later."

"We cannot be separated," the bald one carried on. "It is our mission to..."

"This one has a concussion," blurted Nurse Chadwick, scanning him quickly. "He could have a brain bleed."

Heriah got in his face. "You have to let this nurse see to you."

"Yes Joined One, but..."

"Commander Heriah Rex," she nearly yelled in his face.

"Rautha," he said automatically, "monk, Path of T'Ril."

'You never heard or saw any monks that looked like this when you visited...'

"You will stand down," Heriah said to Rautha, also silencing Rex's though, "and let this nurse see to your injuries."

Rautha narrowed his eyes at her. His eyes were dilated, misty. Even he knew his vision was getting blurry. "Yes, Commander," and he allowed himself to be lead away. Rautha kept his eyes on Anslo the best he could manage.

'Joined One? He kept calling you that. He must be some religious nutjob.'

Heriah made no reaction to Rex' thoughts. She agreed all the same however and looked around at the commotion happening.

The fact that he was waxing and waning in his level of consciousness was more than enough for him to want to get detailed scans he wasn't going to be able to get whilst standing in the middle of the bay. Victor was spared needing to beam him away by him going agreeably with the nurse.

Returning to briefly assess the other two, Victor's jaw tightened. The Doctor separated them, with the expedience of a hand in the middle of the chest and gently guiding the smallest man to the bed that had been indicated for him. Suspicion narrowed his eyes as he visually took in injury after injury on the man's flesh and they raised briefly to Commander Rex's. The bed barely acknowledged the man's slight weight on it and now, with the patient secure it, wheeled itself into the next private room, without care for the third man who remained standing with Commander Rex.

Anslo had just enough wherewithal to give a simple statement, one drilled into him at Starfleet Academy Infantry Division.

"Lieutenant Anslo Jaron Tol, 449877BG; I seek asylum from execution by the Trill agents who brought me here."

Heriah turned and stepped over to Ryzhkyn. "He seeks asylum from 'execution by the Trill agents...' Care to explain? You and," the tossed her head back in the direction of, "Rautha over there are agents aboard an Elite Trill Seeker ship. With missions like yours (too dangerous to send Joined Trill on) you two are both unJoined, transporting a Joined Trill and he says...well you heard what he said." Heriah crossed her arms, "I am both the Starfleet Commander of this starbase as well as automatic representative of Trill interests in this matter, not to mention a Joined Trill myself. So, please, explain away."

Rautha had many skills, but this was a ball in Ryzhkyn's court. Barely able to sit up, he struggled to assume a somewhat official bearing.

"As my colleague informed you we are seeker agents from the Trill Symbiosus commission. We bear their authority in the safe retrieval of the Tol Symbiote, contained within a Starfleet Officer called Anslo. Research his record and you will find the answers to everything else, you need not rely on my word alone."

"I certainly will research," she said. "As both the Commander of this starbase and Trill representative in these matters, on top of Anslo requesting asylum, you do realize I have to conscript Anslo as my ward from this moment until my investigation is complete. If everything checks out as you say..."

"It is as he says," came Rautha's voice as the nurses continued to press him down as they continued their work.

Heriah returned her attention to Ryzhkyn after taking quick notice of the bald one. "...then I shall return him to you. Your ship is being worked on. It will be a few days at least. So, we have time. Agreed?" she asked though his answer mattered not.

Ryzhkn knew the time for repairs was overblown but wisely said nothing. "If we are not prisoners, I should expect communication with Trill is permitted, We shall speak soon once we have both asked some questions, and gotten answers. Be wary of your ward, he has killed agents like us before."

That made Heriah raise an unexpected and disbelieving eyebrow. "Thankfully this is not just a Trill situation but also a Starfleet one. Any such incident will be met on two fronts. I urge you all not to cause any more trouble than what is already before us. Once you are cleared to leave Sick Bay, billets for you and Rautha will be sorted. You may contact whomever you like."

Heriah spun toward the exit and stopped upon the two security personnel standing guard. "See to it, that Anslo Tol, as soon as he is able to walk, is brought to my office."

Anslo knew better than to smile, but any day his limbs were intact and he was still breathing was a win.

 

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