"Leaving Frainar III"
 by Ensign T'Kang
 (Assistant) Chief Engineer - USS Intrepid


T'Kang felt weak and nauseous.  The burly Klingon warrior was 
loathe to admit it, but Lieutenant Commander Davis was right.  
The radiation poisoning was affecting him.

The Intrepid's First Officer had given the Assistant Engineer an 
injection of counter agent with the hypospray, but so far it didn't 
seem to be helping T'Kang very much.   General medications 
like the type in the emergency medical kit from the shuttle craft 
rarely were focused enough for precise treatment.  In T'Kang's 
case, he needed more care than the XO was going to be able 
to render with basic first aid.   He needed to get on board a 
starship into a full sickbay.

Hearing movement about him in the room, T'Kang opened his 
eyes.   Davis was standing near him, running a medical 
scanner over his entire body.   The Klingon struggled to force 
his blurry vision to focus.  From the expression on the 
Lieutenant Commander's face, the prognosis was not good.

"We need to get you out of here and to a better medical 
facility."  David declared with a hint of urgency in his voice.

"I will be fine.  I just need some rest is all."  T'Kang grunted 
rudely.

"No.  You won't be.  If we don't get you proper medical 
attention, you most likely will die in the next forty eight hours.   
I'm getting you out of here now."  Davis declared with dead 
seriousness.

T'Kang glanced at the First Officer with a nasty look.  "The 
Intrepid will not be back for several days.  They are busy 
assisting the April across the quadrant."  The Klingon argued.

"We can take the shuttle and head towards their position.   We 
are bound to run into a Federation ship along the way."  Davis 
began to explain and then realized that his being polite was 
pointless with T'Kang.  "It doesn't matter.  I said we are going 
and that is all there is to it Ensign.   Now, do you think you can 
walk or am I going to have to carry you to the shuttle craft 
myself?"

A snarl escaped T'Kang's lips as he struggled to get off the 
bed and stand on unsure legs.  "I am a Klingon warrior.  I will 
make it `Commander."

Davis regarded the Klingon officer for a moment and then 
decided he was going to make it.  Out of shear stubbornness 
alone if nothing else.  "Okay, give me a second to gather up the 
medical gear."  Steven said.  He quickly grabbed the med kit 
and gathered up the loose instruments.  Steven had a serious 
expression on his face as he worked.  His tongue was barely 
jutting out of the corner of his mouth while he thought of the 
course they would be best to take to quickly place them in the 
most traveled space lanes where a passing ship was likely to 
happen by.   When he had everything, `Commander David 
grabbed one of T'Kang's arms to steady him as they both 
walked to the remaining shuttle craft.

Within a short time, Davis had T'Kang settled down in one of 
the chairs.  When he was sure the Klingon was going to be all 
right, the `Commander moved to the pilot's station and got the 
shuttle under way.

****

A short time later they had left the Frainar system and were on 
route to meet up with the USS Intrepid's last known position.  
The shuttle was traveling at warp 1.

T'Kang was holding steady.  He wasn't getting any better, but 
the general medications Davis had given him had slowed the 
progress of the radiation poisoning.  The Engineer was holding 
steady, though very weak.

Tapping the controls of the shuttle, Davis began scanning for 
any passing Federation ships that could assist them.   Within 
an hour's time, the pair had lucked out.  Steven detected the 
USS Cortez heading in their direction at high warp.  Opening a 
channel to the Cortez, Lieutenant Commander Davis asked for 
permission to come on board.    After a brief explanation which 
Ensign T'Kang kept fading in and out of in his weakened 
condition, permission was granted.   The last thing T'Kang 
remembered seeing was the shuttle craft as it approached the 
shuttle bay of the USS Cortez just before the Klingon blacked 
out.


<< OOC: Okay, Lieutenant Commander Davis and Ensign 
T'Kang are now on the USS Cortez and heading for the 
Intrepid / the battle / et all.   My next log will be in the Cortez' 
sickbay unless someone else wants to post the story of the 
"grumpy Klingon's" treatment there before we arrive at the 
Intrepid. >>