(Medbay)

After quickly beaming the half frozen and quite nearly dead pilot to the medbay, Patron immediately when to work on the patient. His heart rate was down to a barely survivable 13bpm. The immediate worry was the temperature shock, the pilots cockpit had been a frigid -14c, and Patron knew right away that the medbays comparatively balmy 20c could send the frozen pilot into shock.

Before the transporter had engaged he had erected a forcefield around trauma bed 1, and lowered the temperature to -5c and programmed the computer to raise the temperature by 2 degrees ever 5 minutes. This would help the pilots body reacclimatize while the Tamarian Physicians Assistant worked on him.

As the transporter engaged Patron was standing near the bed, with a few hypos ready. He had also retrieved some dried herbs from one of the pouches on his leather sash. The sash had 4 pouches and the holster for his ceremonial dagger.

Patron placed the herbs in the mouth of the nearly frozen pilot.

Ten minutes later the pilot had been recusitated. Almost miraculously. The bridge crew who had found the cockpit were shocked beyond belief.

(Ford’s Quarters, a few days later)

Ford sat on his sofa and said.

“Chief Ford’s Personal Log…So here its. This is absolutely whacko…that past few days have been nuts on this ship. First, on our way to Fletorix II, to pick up some vips to take to some conference of some s$&^#… all of a sudden, apparently we came across a direlect fighter cockpit. Obviously the guy had ejected during a fight with the Vaadwaur…we figured that out later apparently, so anyway…there was like, no life signs in the cockpit, and we beamed what we thought was a f#^@ing corpse to sickbay, and 10 minutes later our Tamarian Physicians Assistant had the pilot dude fully recuscitated…we literally got this zombie fighter jock roaming around the ship now.

His names Ingram or something, Captain already requested he be assigned to the Blythe since were so short on crew PFFFT! He made this zombie Ingram guy the Chief of Flight Ops and 3rd officer of the ship already for Kirks sake, and we rescued him 2.5 days ago, yeeesh…

Oh man, then next thing, the captain has send weird memo to every member of the crew, its all about cetacean rights and ending the apartheid system of oppressjon thats been keeping cetacean officers at a ‘second class status’. He wants us all to look for ways to integrate cetaceans into the crew, and “assist them in terms of mobility”…and then he finished off with some reccomendation that everyone got for a swim with them some time soon. Like that the f$&#&#…

Ugh, so thats the ship stuff, personally, things are going great, my dividend return slips came in, my Ferengi Latinum Refinery sticks have gone up 29% this year, I got some new stock options for Lanthian Dueterium Systems Ltd, its trading at about 30 slips per share right now. If their experimental autominer is the real deal, I’ll buy a dozen for my new moon…make some serious bank…hell I’ll be able to buy myself a planet here pretty quick if I play my cards right…I dumped all my shares in the start up recuperation companies that popped up after we beat the Vaadwaur, the bottom of that market will fall out within a few weeks, almost everyone is back on their feet, so there’s not gonna be any credits in it anymore until the next crisis or war.

OH! I forgot, apparently Morris and T’Sen are like f#^@ing engaged now, like I literally have no idea what she sees in him…and after all we been through they havent even come by to see me once, to see how I’m doinf…jackasses…computer end log.”

The Blythe was home to some characters to bensure, but Ford was certainly the most obtuse and self absorbed of all of them.