Will You Sing For Me?

 Episode Name:  Will You Sing For Me?

   Written By:  Grey

         Cast:  Albertz, Dakin, Grey, Neya and Sailamh.

  Produced By:  Starfleet

  Directed By:  Grey

     Aired On:  Sun Jan 23 00:13:07 2005

     Stardate:  54700.4

Time: Fri Jan 21 18:05:00 2005

Stardate: 54697.4

Gathered in the hold and the halls of the merchant ship are Orions slowly getting cleared for transport to Duclais and beyond. The security detail has noted a few of interest, including Sailamh and Neya and has brought them forward to the senior officers.

Neya is standing quietly off to one side, head and eyes down, hair covering her face. Unfortunately, the security detail escorting her can't keep their hands off her arms or their eyes off...other assets. There are also quite a few eyes on the Orion woman, some of those eyes have a glazed look to them.

Dakin walks into the cargo hold and looks around a bit before spotting his two guards. As he approaches them, his face turns to a slight shade of disappointment due to their distraction. "Gentlemen. If you're going to request my presence, some decorum could be in order, you know." He dips his head a bit, looking a bit closer at the Orion female's hair-covered face. "Miss, are you able to speak?"

Albertz steps into the hold just after Dakin and looks around. Ginger eyebrows make a rapid ascent as he surveys the scene and realises how large a task the processing of all these freed Orions is going to be. He tugs on the strap of the medkit (the letters 'RFC' replacing the standard issue cadeus that's typically emblazoned there) and purses his lips, "Time tae get tae work."

Sailamh is walking with her head high. Among the slaves she seemed one of the most ill and also one of the least complaicent. She utterly and wholly ignores her security detail, and anyone else around her. Standing tall at five foot three. It's a feat well accomplished.

Neya looks up, eyes dark, a touch defiant as she looks at Dakin's nose. "I can speak," she says in a quiet voice. The security detail, while they're looking rather red-faced and trying desperately to be at attention for Dakin, are kinda failing a bit. Their eyes and hands are magnetized and Neya's Magnetic North.

<PROVE> Dakin has the flaw of Romantic Attachment at -3.

<PROVE> Neya has the flaw of Medical Problem at -1.

Dakin stares at Neya's eyes just a few seconds longer than he probably should, almost failing to keep his mind on business himself. He then clears his throat and takes a step back as though trying to do so through mud. Happily married, happily married, he makes the voice in his head say. Sad to say, it isn't working very well. "Ummm... what was I... ah, um, Crewmen. Why, um... why exactly did youcall me down here... not that I mind... that is... whoo... I'm waiting, Crewmen." His face seems to be ping-ponging between lustful and authoritative.

Sanding awfully still in the hustle and the bustle, when the new aliens come into view she is.. fascinated. -Fascinated-. Dakin, with his nose, sure. But then there's that -hair-. Sailamh gently, gently starts to break away and trail Albertz, stalking a circle around him.

Albertz clears his throat once or twice, trying to get his composure. Wow. Being fair skinned, it's terribly hard for the doctor to hide a blush at the best of times, but now his cheeks and ears are in a fullon blaze. "Right...hmmm..." he opens his kit and fumbles about for a hypo. Hypo, focus on prepping the hypo. Don't pay any attention to the goddess orbiting you. "Ciliscobasin," he explains to Dakin. "Pheromone inhibitor." He moves to administer the hypo to Neya.

One of the guards, seemingly unable to tear his eyes off of Neya stammers out, "She, um... that is, the subject... here... has some TERRIFIC... information... sir. Chief. Commander. Sir." The other guard remains silent, apparently even more enthralled than his partner.

Neya glances over at Albertz, eyes going wide at the hypo. She stares...and whimpers. It's a quiet sound, rather like the whimper of a frightened puppy. If the puppy were 5', dead sexy, and turning the air to pheremone soup. "Please, no..." she whispers, stepping toward Dakin, as if he were her protector. Pleading? Just a little. Apparently she's not a fan of the hypospray.

Stalking, quiet as stone is Sailamh to her fair-headed shy-faced prey. Hamish has the dubious distinction of having captivated with his strange and alien appearance. And when it starts to blush! Sailahm releases a heady gasp of awe. But there is also a very odd impression as if she was examining an especially fine and exotic animal in a zoo. Her lips roll back, and she hisses through her teeth.

Dakin takes another sluggish step back defensively, and puts his hands up in a non-threatening gesture. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, it's okay, it's okay... Dr. Albertz is just going to give you some medicine. It won't harm you. None of us is here to harm you. You have my word on that. I'm the senior officer here. No one's going to do anything to harm you as long as I'm here. All right?" Keep. The eyes. Off. The breasts. Rann.

Neya crosses her arms in front of her, hands rubbing the exposed skin over each smooth jade bicep, as if she's cold. "No medicine, please," she murmurs. "I'm...I'm frightened," she says quietly, voice small, words halting. She looks up at Dakin from beneath her lashes, stopping just short of meeting his eyes. "I...I have information," she whispers.

Closer, closer. Patience is the name of the game, and the game is Hamish Albertz. She stands neaby, not too close, now. The noose has tightened. And simply observes.

Sailamh does, that is.

Albertz holds both his hands up, hypo in one of the obviously. "Look, it isnae dangerous at all..." he smiles at Neya, "Watch." He places the hypo against his neck and there's a quiet *pssht* as he gives himself a dose. "Perfectly..." at the sound of Sailamh's hiss he becomes suddenly aware of her and he tears his eyes back to Neya. "Safe, hmm?"

. o O Albertz thinks, "Well, I hope that convinces her. One way or another I'll be having the mother of all hangovers in about twenty minutes."

Dakin nods nervously, wiping the layer of perspiration off his palms. "I know... that's why my men here... Prophets guide me, you... AHEM. That is why my men brought me down here. Now. What is it you have to share with us?" The Bajoran security chief is having a bit of trouble combatting the impure thoughts boring themselves into his skull.

Neya hunches her shoulders in just a little bit. She's having NONE of the red-haired devil's hypospray. She shies a little closer to Dakin, away from Albertz, head bowing again so that hair spills over her face. "I'm afraid," she murmurs, voice just a touch above a whisper. "Please, please make him stop, Mas..." Her voice breaks JUST slightly before she continues. "Sir. Please..."

Ah, it spooked. This makes Sailamh feel that it is time enough to approach. She stalks right up between Albertz and Neya, singling him out. From down below, an elegant green hand is reaching for his face, all the while she barels down a stare at his eyes. Establishing dominance, for spooky dogs and humans. She is a remarkably confident young lady.

Albertz looks right back into Sailamh's eyes, they may be driving him crazy, but he's not just going to roll over. It's just a simple chemical process, after all. That said, he nearly drops the hypo when she appears between him and his patient, "Y-yes?"

Dakin's eyes are glued to Neya as he barks the order, "Stand down, Doctor. Find something in there to shoot me up with that could act as a deterrent." A wanton exhalation follows. "All right? No injection. N-now, what was it you wanted to tell me..?"

A slow, soft smile tilts Neya's lips upward. Pure gratitude as she continues to look up at Dakin. "I...I have some information, Sir," she says softly, words still halting. She glances around for a moment, though lets her hands fall to her sides. The Orion's body language simply screams servitude.

Sailamh takes hold of Hamish' jaw. She draws him down, sloooowly to her level. Inspects him like so much red, red meat. She bares her teeth again, short and small and straight. She says in Orion, "What is your name. Are you for pleasure or for work?"

. o O Sailamh thinks, "I could train him to sing, I'm sure of it."

Dakin wipes the sweat off his flushed face and pinches the ridged portion of his nose between thumb and forefinger. "And what is this information? I have your... ahem... complete attention at the moment." Does she EVER.

Albertz holds the hypospray up for Sailamh to see. "B-business," he stammers and licks his lips. He may be blushing and at a loss for words, but he will not break the girl's gaze. "We...need tae perform examinations and secuirty checks. After that...ye'll be able tae...tae...go ontae the station."

Neya captures her lower lip between her teeth, worrying it slightly as she watches Dakin's cheek and nose. "I'm afraid you'll send me away," she whispers. "I'm terrified. There were bats. Strange ones..." She trails off, lowering her eyes.

Sailamh takes a deep, deep breath, almost as if she were 'smelling' Albertz. She keeps her grasp of him, just inches from her freckled nose. She says in Orion, "You! With the funny-nosed one." She speaks sharply, her voice, like lilac wine: sweet and heady. Clearly, though is is sort of staring Albertz into a corner, she is no longer 'speaking' to him, per say. She says in Orion, "You must take the medecine. It is a hypospray, which will not hurt to take. They have no reason to take harm on us. This one is probably a doctor."

Albertz backs into that corner somewhat. Dakin's question is certainly long forgotten, clear out the window the moment Sailamh laid her hand on him. "A doctor, aye." he agrees.

Dakin blinks, the "funny nose" comment taking him out of the pheromone-induced sludge cloud he's swimming in just a hair. "She's... right. I can vouch for Dr. Albertz's credentials. But anyway, you were saying about these bats..?"

Neya continues to watch Dakin, seemingly to the exclusion of everything else. Once again that air of hesitation seems to settle about her like a mantle. She sighs softly and looks around her again, quickly, as if afraid someone, or something, is ready to pounce. "Master's bats..." she murmurs. Oh, yes, it's a little difficult to drag information from this one.

Sailamh turns Hamish' head slightly, side to side, up and down. She reaches up, with her other hand, to comb her fingers through his hair, down one of the tidy mutton chops on his cheeks, as if touching it made it more 'real', the redness of him. She smells her fingertips languidly, curiously. She says in Orion, "Doctor." She purrs, lowly. She says in Orion, "You will seal me a promise. We will have our own room, on your station. And we will not be expected to service you. I will make her take her medecines."

Albertz inclines his head towards Sailamh, a hint of deference in the gesture. "Aye, ye have my word. Ye'll have yuir own quarters and yui'll be free tae do as you please."

. o O Sailamh thinks, "So pliant. I could make him sing wonderful songs."

Mind on business, Commander Dakin. Mind on business. "What about his bats? And what is this 'master's' name?" He's still wavering a bit, but the Bajoran's inquisitive second nature is still hard at work.

Neya blinks at Albertz' words then looks to Dakin. "Can I as well, please?" she pleads with him, stepping closer.

Sweet, sweet freedom. The pale green hand releases Hamish, and she pulls her long, sandy hair from her shoulders, offers her throat. She says in Standard, choppily. "Medeschine." Ah, yes.. Ahem. Yes. Throat. Hypo.

Albertz straigtens up and presses the hypo against Sailamh's throat and gives her a dose of the pheromone inhibitor.

Dakin sluggishly nods a couple times. "Yes, once... once you've been checked out by the doctor here and once you tell me about your master and the bats. You help me, and you have my word I'll do everything in my authority to help you out of... help you out." Period.

Neya seems to relax quite a bit. "No doctor, not yet," she murmurs. "Master Minos was looking for bats. He found them. They were in pairs." Awww, once you get her started, the words just trip from her tongue. Looks like someone's found her new protector, and that makes all the difference in the world.

Sailamh straightens with a strange dignity for someone who's just been robbed of her kryptonite. And, naked. She informs Albertz, She says in Orion, "I have seen these. You onl must bress that button, and put it under the throat. They're easy to give but not as easy to fill. I can help you."

Despite all the pheromone-induced sex stupor he has to trudge through, the name Neya speaks resounds his Dakin's ears. "Prophets guide me, should've known. Okay, you're doing well... now, hhy was Minos after these bats... did he ever say why he wanted them?"

Albertz nods to Sailamh. "It's called a 'hypospray', aye. And any help would be greatly appreciated." He makes a sweeping gesture with his hand. "As you can see, there are a lot more people who need examinations."

Dakin starts to turn... ever so slowly towards the hold exit. "Thanks... thank you... you've been very... h-helpful. I have to go now, but I'll be back shortly. Be... seeing you..." He lets out a massive breath and heads out of the room, straight for the sonic shower but not before calling for a pair of female security NCOs to relieve the two crewmen...

Neya blinks at Dakin's back, looking lost once again. Her head bows, hands folding in front of her.

Sailamh will, for now, play doctor with Hamish. She holds out her hand, palm up, for the hypospray just administered to her. She says in Orion, "We will begin."

She says in Orion.

Albertz looks pleased that he's suddenly acquired an ally among the Orion population. Or at the very least, some assistance in treating them. "Right then, let's do yuir friend first" he gestures to Neya.

Sailamh nods, quite professionally. She calls first with a trill, then She says in Orion, "You!" she calls out to Neya, She says in Orion, "Come over. I will keep you safe. I have this one, he hasn't got any lies in his eyes."

Neya looks over at Sailamh, head tilted to the side, considering her for a moment. Then a slight nod and she makes her way toward the other Orion. Oh, dear. Now Neya has caught sight of the redhead. Her eyes go wide as she studies his hair and moves in for a closer look. Not stalking, perse, more...extreme interest.

Albertz administers the hypospray to Neya, his movements slow and careful, he doesn't want to spook her anymore than she already has been. "Right then...now that we've the raging hormones under control, let's take a look at the two of ye." He reaches for the medical tricorder on his belt and opens it up. The medical peripheral stays where it is, the device is quite capable of performing a scan without pulling out another device to threaten the young woman with.

Sailamh stands before Albertz, like the slavegirl ambassador to hippocratic medical care. She narrates in Orion, as Albertz does his job. "The beautiful one is a doctor. He is in servvice to the ill and injured. He will take this instrument, and place it against your skin. It will not hurt, or damage you. It will allow you passage and protection on the space station we are docked at."

Neya jerks as Albertz injects her and gives him a rather betrayed look as she steps back, closer to Sailamh. Like Sailamh earlier, she pulls her lips back and hisses quietly. "He is not my Master," she tells Sailamh, voice a touch sharp.

Sailamh emphasises in Orion, "We are not where we came from. We are in a different place-- space is wide, some of it is owned by others. This space is owned by. ahh. people who do not allow slavery. He is a doctor, and so he is no one's master." She coughs, plegmy and icky, in her throat. "He is good and would do you no harm. We are in a different place and we must submit to their conditions if we are to be safe. No master would want you if you were injured, because they could not keep you safe."

Albertz gives a wry little smile but doesn't look up from his tricorder, "I'm nobody's master." He taps his tricorder, adjusting the scan parameters a little. When Sailmah coughs, he /does/ look up, "That's a nasty cough. We'll help ye out wi' that in a minute, alright?" Apparently he can think a little more clearly now.

Neya humphs softly, chin up a bit, and moves to stand behind Sailamh, putting the other Orion between herself and the devil. She hisses again and gently nudges the other Orion forward. "You made me. Now you."

Sailamh is unafraid. She seems to trust the medical instruments. She knows their names. She continues to narrate. "That is" and she throws in a random Ferengi word. To Albertz it comes out as 'Medical Scanner', "it can read your body's insides. What your heart does, how your blood moves, if you have a baby in you, but it cannot read what you're thinking." She stifles another cough. Hem, hem. Hack. "I probably have another lung infection. He will fix it."

Albertz nods once, pleased the Neya has a clean bill of health. Taking out the medical peripheral, he begins a slow sweep of Sailamh's body, pausing around the chest to get better resolution on her lungs and respiratory tract. "Hmm," is all he says and looks from Sailamh to the scanner and back.

Neya peers around Sailamh, watching the red devil with dark eyes, hissing when his equipment gets too close. "Magic. BAD Magic," she mutters darkly. "Make him fix you."

Sailamh actually seems to trust Albertz, as something more than a beautiful animal even. "He is fixing me right now." she assures, in Orion. "The first step to fixing, is to find out what the problem is. It is not magic. Even Ferengi can do it."

Albertz snaps the tricorder shut and places it back on his belt. "Ye have a lung infection. It shouldn't be too much trouble tae treat," he opens the medkit and balances it on his hip as he rummages around for a second hypo. "What I would like tae do is give ye this medicine. I'll give it tae ye once right now and then hand it over to you. Take one shot every six hours after that and ye should be all cleared up by tomorrow. But keep taking it until the hypos empty, alright?" He closes his kit and holds the hypo flat on his palm. There's no move to administer it until Sailamh indicates she's ready. Explain, then treat.

Sailamh lifts her hair again, tilts her head. Bares that slim, long throat again. It's practically grecian. Venus de Rigel, in wait of hypospray.

Neya sniffs disdainfully. "You he hands to," she tells Sailamh. "Me he just disrespects. Red..." The other word vaguely translates as something akin to the Orion version of a devil. "I've seen Klingons with better manners." She steps back, away from Saliamh.

*psssht* The hypospray gives Sailamh a combination of antibiotics, decongestants, and a NSAID for pain and fever. "There," he holds out the hypospray to her "ye should be feeling better in no time. Have ye had problems like this before?"

Sailamh holds the hypo in her hand, as she is befreft of pockets to put it in. She speaks over her shoulder, in Orion, turning slightly from Hamish, "The beautiful one is being patient. But there is only so much patience in everyone." Again she looks to Hamish, her sandy hair drapes her like Godiva in green. She tries Fed standard on for size. Touches her beastbone with the glat of her palm. "Child, time. Water, water, water. I no remember."

Neya falls silent, simply watching for the time being.

Albertz listens closely to Sailamh's explanation. "Ah, you drowned when you were young. I see." He murmurs more to himself than anyone, "That would explain the damage to yuir lungs. Which would explain the constant infections." His voice rises again to a conversational tone, "If you would like, we can help you so you're not getting infections and coughs quite so often. So yuir not quite so uncomfortable."

"But, for the time being, I have no objections to either of you being allowed ontae the station," Hamish addresses both Neya and Sailamh. "As long as security clears you, ye'll be free tae go."

Neya sniffs softly, then blinks at Hamish. "He's being nice," she says, clearly surprised. "He's letting us go?" Ok, it's now time to rethink this whole hating Albertz thing. A healthy distrust might be better.

Sailamh looks up at Albertz' eyes again for a while. She stares at him, nods, slowly. "He has given us his permission." she says, in Orion again. Squints up at Hamish to confirm, "But we must talk with someone else before we are allowed onto the space station, where we will have our own rooms."

Albertz excuses himself from the two women and goes to talk in hushed tones with one of the deputies Dakin left behind. There's much nodding on the doctor's part as the ensign explains something important to him. Moving back to his charges, he grins, "Security has no reason tae detain ye further. They would like tae remind ye, however, that ye are witnesses tae what happened aboard the freighter and they'd like tae talk wi' the both of ye about it later." He claps his hand together, "Apart from that, I'd just like yuir names for my report and then we can go and see about getting quarters assigned to ye."

Neya sniffs quietly, teeth bared slightly as Albertz returns. Her head tilts slightly to the side and she looks to Sailamh first. For the moment, it would appear, the naked Orion is the leader of the pack.

Sailamh nods quite slowly, politely, even. As if she was trained to be tolerable without being... well. Too distracting. "Sailamh." A wrinkling together of her eyebrows, as if she were recalling something. In your language it is...ah..Es-Ay-Eye-Elle-Ay-Em-Aych."

Sailamh looks to Neya, "If you tell him what you are called, you have permission to go to the station if you like."

Neya studies Sailamh for a moment, then pulls herself up, shoulders back, eyes down. "I am called En Ee why ah. Neya."

Albertz tests each of the woman's names out, "Neya. Sailamh." Easy enough to pronounce without much difficulty. "Neya, we'll have tae ask ye tae come tae the infirmary every day for a hypospray. It's tae keep yuir pheromones in check, otherwise, I'm afraid ye might turn a walk through the mall intae absolute chaos."

Neya blinks at Albertz, then sniffs dismissively. "It is prized amongst Orion slaves," she replies, nose in the air slightly. "Not something to be..." She waves a hand. "Poked."

Sailamh says, "You will agree or you will not have their protection. It is fair trades."

"We dinnae mean any disrespect to ye," Hamish explains to Neya. "Nor are we questioning yuir value. We simply cannae have ye broadcasting in full force. Not many on the station would be able tae handle it, I'm afraid." A pause, "If yuir not comfortable wi' coming tae the infirmary, I can give ye a prescription if ye promise tae use it. If not, and it will be quite evident if ye don't, well...we'll have tae rethink yuir position on the station."

Neya pauses and studies the pair, then dips her head again, lowering her eyes. "I'll use it," she says quietly. Wow, that was some fast agreement.

Sailamh seems satisfied. She holds her hypo, turns, and starts on her way.

Albertz, because he already has a large quantity with him already, preps a hypo and hands it to Neya. "Take this once a day. It will last one week. When it's used up, come tae the infirmary and we'll get ye another." He turns his head a little, watching Sailamh depart the cargo bay.

Neya takes the hypo Albertz offers, somewhat meek now. "Thank you," she says softly. "I'll go now." There's a pause and she looks, well, a little lost.