Main Sickbay <Deck 16> [Gibraltar Station]
The Main Patient Ward of Sickbay is an ovular room, wider at the aft than at the fore. The main door is in the aft wall, and directly to its right is a wall unit with receptacle for PADDs and a low counter upon which are arrayed fluid suspension modules. Against the starboard wall, next to the counter and receptacle, is the first of four biobeds, each in its own tiny alcove, heads to starboard, one by one to the aft wall. The biobeds are bluish gray, with a shimmering multicolored blanket on each which can keep a patient warm when necessary. At the head of each bed is a small monitor and a gray chair sits to the left, or aft, of each bed. To port of the main door is a large white display panel, beneath which is a counter supporting a variety of medical instruments. In the center of the room is a single biobed, bluish gray like the others, with that same blanket, but boasting a surgical support frame that creates an arch over the middle of the bed. The frame can be opened to allow patients to be moved if need be. Port, there is an alcove leading to an office and the Med Lab. Fore of this is a large bio display which can show the readouts of any patient in the ward. Fore again, there is a door leading to the Second Ward, next to which is a small utility cart and another counter with fluid suspension modules beneath a wall receptacle. The room is lit both by a large assembly over the central bed, which is in actually a sensor cluster meant to aid medical procedures, and also by lighting panels in the rest of the ceiling. Alert tracers line the wall above each biobed.
The doors to sickbay open for a moment, admitting Commander Ames to the area. She glances at a nurse, who points out her relative - news spreading fast around base - and then walks over to Jordan, a faint smile on her face, "Hello."
Jordan's eyes brighten as Ames approaches. "Commander.... why... I don't understand." She coughs a bit and seems to remember something "Is... is this about your office? I am sorry... I did not mean to... it just happened." She seems to stumble over her words.
Ames shakes her head, "It's not about my office. Operations has managed to clean it already." She crosses her arms, but the (admittedly faint) smile doesn't go away, "It's more about your little collapse than any effect on my office. You worried me, Jordan, you know that?" She looks over the younger woman, then asks, "How are you feeling?"
"I... I'm sorry if I worried you. I'm feeling better. They say that I took way too much radiation and didn't come in early enough." Jordan looks ashamed. "I really am sorry about worrying you."
Ames offers a slight nod, "I know. Still, I'm... I'm really glad you're okay, you know." Her smile grows a bit, "At least one good thing came out of this little incident." She waits a few moments, then says, "If I was stand-offish before... I want to get to know you better now, just in case something else happens to you."
Jordan blinks at Ames, as if she can't quite believe what she's hearing. "Y... you do?" She pauses, and then gushes, "I've admired you for so long... all the things you did... that's why I joined Starfleet, you know."
Ames grins and offers a slight nod, "I do, Jordan..." She leans against the next biobed over, "Truth be told, I've been scared of meeting my descendants... I mean, I missed not only your birth and early life, but that of your parents, grandparents, and even your great-grandparents... in my mind, there was - there is - no way I can make up for that." She looks down, "But, I suppose, I can try to."
Jordan replies, "But... it must have been such a great adventure! Terrible, of course, to leave your family, but... to really explore the future..."
Ames looks over at Jordan, an amused look on her face, "It's been an interesting adventure, certainly. And a great challenge, adapting to the modern era." A grin appears on Rose's face, "Klingons as allies was - is - challenging enough to adapt to. Now I'm expected to adapt to an alliance with the Romulans?"
Jordan smiles. "I can imagine your frustration. Although having been in the Academy with a few transfers, I can understand your plight. I expect it's similar to my own about Romulans." She's stopped stammering, look at that. "But what can you tell me, if anything... I mean... what's it like to travel through time?"
Ames hops up onto the biobed, looking over at Jordan, "I'm not too sure what it's actually like to travel through time. From the reports I've read of the incident, there were two distinct temporal phenomena at work - they affected us one after the other. I'm still not sure which feelings were associated with the actual time travel, and which were associated with the time loop we got stuck in soon thereafter - though I'd imagine the feelings of deja vu were associated with the latter." She laughs quietly, "Seriously, though, one or the other phenomena gave me something of a sense of vertigo, a feeling of... for lack of a better term, wrongness... that lasted for only a few seconds. At the time, I was focused more heavily on making sense of the readings rather than truly experiencing the phenomena."
Jordan's eyes grow larger as she hears the tale directly. "I can't believe I'm hearing this from you. I've often wondered what it would feel like. Can I ask a rather personal question?" Without waiting for an answer: "Was there any side effects from the travel?"
Ames lets out a quiet laugh at that, drawing attention from one of the nurses for a few moments, "Yes. One of which you actually have some familiarity with - radiation sickness." She looks into Jordan's eyes, then says, "Time travel through a temporal rift usually involves exposure to chroniton radiation, and we weren't inoculated for it, seeing as we weren't expecting it. The other side effects were psychological in nature, and dealt more with the separation from everything we knew, rather than the technical aspects of time travel. It did lead me, though, to study temporal physics in a fair amount of depth during my re-training at the Academy. I actually studied the finer aspects with some of DTI's best minds during the summer break - I did an internship rather than actually relax like I should have."
Jordan seems a bit bouncy. "I know, I read all about it. I, too, studied temporal mechanics. I find it fascinating. I even had a few theories about the Maelstrom, but those seem to have been proven wrong." Her expression darkens with this last comment.
Ames shrugs, "Perhaps so, Jordan, but the effort to analyze your theories did lead to a significant break in the puzzle, from what I understand. If it weren't for you, we may have been stuck studying this phenomena for a fair while longer." She grins, "I did a brief study of it back in the early 2270's, oddly enough. On board the Excalibur. Our knowledge of it's come a fair ways, but hasn't advanced as much as we'd like."
"Yeah, but Commander Solvek got seriously injured because of it. He's one of the biggest experts on the Maelstrom. He didn't deserve to be injured in the pursuit of knowledge about it." Jordan frowns.
Ames considers the best way to respond to her words, "Perhaps. But he knew the risks when he agreed to the mission, and he will make a full recovery, from what I understand." She hops down from the biobed and slowly, hesitantly, puts her hand on Jordan's shoulder, "You didn't do too badly, Ensign. Don't blame yourself for what happened."
Jordan seems awestruck as her idol touches her. She begins stammering again. "I... I was just hoping... to be like you. I was wanting to travel through time."
Ames smiles, "Everyone makes mistakes, Jordan. Even I did when I was just starting out." She smiles for a few moments, before withdrawing her hand, a sudden look of discomfort appearing on her face, "Sorry.."
Jordan looks puzzled. "Sorry for what? For touching me? Don't be. I don't have a problem with it."
Ames shakes her head, "Not for touching you. For being uncomfortable doing so." She steps back, "Bad history, that's all. Nothing to do with you." She smiles faintly, "So, what was your theory on the Maelstrom anyways? I'm rather curious about it."
"Well, I was studying the Nexus Ribbon, and its similarities to the Maelstrom were oddly telling. It led me to think that the Maelstrom's pattern of movement was possibly caused by the makeup of the area in the past or the future. It might have been moving around systems that haven't been formed yet. So I proposed a theory that the Maelstrom is a mirror image imposed on two time periods, and that by entering the Maelstrom, any ship would be instantly transported to the other time period." Jordan says all of this very quickly.
Ames offers a grin, "Perhaps your theory isn't as discredited as you thought. It may only be that the vortex transports individuals through time. Of course, it's entirely plausible that some element of your sensor scans disproves that thought, seeing as I haven't reviewed them."
Jordan seems to brighten. "We didn't really scan the vortex. You might be right." She has that fanatical twinkle in her eye again.
Ames smiles, "Just don't look down at the other theories - a scientist evaluates each theory on it's own principles, and any given theory is a possibility." She shrugs, "Still, perhaps like your most recent expedition, any attempt to prove or disprove your theory might get us closer to whatever the truth is. And I have a feeling we'll need to get to the truth sooner rather than later, with it's current course."
Jordan's expression darkens again. "I don't think I'll be able to go on any away missions to study my theory anytime soon though. With what happened during my last."
Ames shrugs, "Perhaps, perhaps not. Ultimately, that will need to be dealt with by Lieutenant Alexandria and the command staff. Still, until I get more details on whatever the mistake the reports said you made was, I'm not passing judgment."
Jordan nods. "Thank you. I really hope that we can talk more, but I'm getting a bit tired. The medications they give me for the pain make me sleepy."
Ames smiles, "Of course. Have a good sleep, Jordan."