Lieutenant Ikaia Wong - Crouching Klingon, Hidden Hawaiian

[Ka Banning]

((Fargo’s Hotel Room - The Flight Inn - Merchant’s District - Amity Outpost))

 

Wong: =/\= Aloha? This is Chief Medical Officer Lieutenant Ikaia Wong. Can we get emergency transport out of the merchant district to the Medical Centre? =/\=

 

With that, Ikaia felt the room dissolve around him and….. They were NOT in the Medical Centre. Instead the transporters dumped them right in the hall EXACTLY where Ikaia was earlier before he snuck into Fargo’s room. Ikaia glanced around in frustrated disbelief.

 

Wong: ::Whispering:: This isn’t the Medical Centre! I just came from here! ::Pinching the bridge of his nose:: =/\=Lieutenant Wong to transporter crew. What happened? I’m clearly NOT in the Medical Centre.=/\=

 

Fargo: I hear someone!:: His hands moved hastily, attempting to cover himself:: . May I have that please? ::He pointed towards the sheet, face red as beets.::

 

Crewman Bishop: =/\=We’re sorry, Lieutenant. We’ve been having technical difficulties today. We’re working on it as we speak.=/\=

 

Wong: =/\=Please let me know when you get it up and running properly. I’d rather not be transported ten feet at a time.=/\=

 

Fargo: Doc? The sheet please? Its getting cold out here… and stuff.

 

Ikaia huffed. This was a rather annoying situation. With the transporters out and security being too risky to call, he and his patient needed to do everything the hard way. Although, he wasn’t annoyed with his patient. He was far more annoyed with how this whole scenario went so far south on him. This should have been a simple rescue!

 

Wong: Okay. Transporters are out. ::Passes over the bed sheet to Fargo:: And we can’t call security right now either. Sorry about the delay in finding you proper attire. Er…  trust me,  this isn’t anything I haven’t seen before in my line of work.

 

Fargo grabbed the sheet thankfully and hurriedly attempted to mimic the form of the Klingon's malo, he failed twice and with a harumph, threw the sheet over his shoulder and wrapped the dangling end around his waist to form a makeshift toga.

 

Fargo: Oh my lord, you are a life saver… and I mean, besides the Medical thing…

 

Ikaia glanced around the corner and he could see the Tellerite and the Orionian talking. He watched the Tellerite put down a remote on top of a much shorter scaffolding.

 

Wong: You said something about this affliction of your’s being triggered by remote, right? Well, I think to guarantee your safety, we should probably get that and I think I can see it.

 

Fargo: Did you see any weapons? Are you sure this is-

 

Ikaia held up his finger. He was going to try to sneak out. He crept out from behind the scaffolding and quietly snuck down the hall. He darted behind a crate as soon as he saw the duo turn around. Ikaia hid quietly for a few moments before peering around the crate. Their backs were turned again. Ikaia continued sneaking until he was just right where the remote is. He wiggled his fingers for a moment. More so out of nerves than anything else. He reached out and quietly wrapped his fingers around the remote.

 

Everything had been quiet. The remote was firmly in his hands. Just as he was about to pull back, Fargo waltzed out from behind his hiding spot…. Singing. Ikaia almost jumped out of his skin! He turned around and had a look at Fargo as he drunkenly made his way out from behind the scaffold.

 

oOThere’s NO WAY I gave him that much medication! What the heck is going on?!Oo

 

Fargo:. The hiillllls are aliiiive! :: He staggered directly towards the pair.::. With the soooouuund of muuuusiccc!

 

Ikaia continued to look at poor Fargo in disbelief and mouthed the words “what” at him. 

 

The Tellerite burst out laughing, and Gezlinn simply soured.

 

Byrgan the Tellerite: Ho ho! He is still lit up. I thought you said he was out of it.

 

Gezlinn tilted her head in thought.

 

Gezlinn: Yes. He was. I wonder…

 

She turned her head, scanning the area as Fargo hurriedly stumbled to a stop in front of them.

 

Fargo: Hey pretty lady, do I know you? You wanna dance?::He layered a thick drunken slur into his words, hoping he wasn't overdoing it.:: You are pretty…

 

Ikaia slapped the palm of his hand against his ridged forehead. This was nuts. He tried waving at Fargo to head back to safety. After all, he HAS the remote right now.

 

Byrgan burst out laughing. Gezlinn was not as amused and turned to the porcine man angrily.

 

Gezlinn: Get rid of him. He didn't have even a third of what you said he was carrying and this has not been worth half the trouble at all.

 

Oh Ikaia heard that alright. He was going to have to figure out how to get Fargo out of harm’s way and fast! He had the element of surprise on his side considering none of those criminals knew he was still here.

 

He stared at the pair, wavering.

 

Gezlinn: Well? 

 

Byrgan: Alright alright…

 

And that was when the ensign took off running! 

 

oO What in the heck?! Am I going crazy? There’s NO WAY a neural stimulator and that medication should be having that sort of interaction!Oo

 

He could hear the movement of the Tellerite and Orionian about to go after Fargo when Ikaia grabbed the crate and with his Klingon strength, quickly shoved it in front of them like a barricade. That should buy Fargo more time until they figured out how to get around it.

 

Ikaia popped up, smiled, and gave a playful Starfleet salute as he took after Fargo. It didn’t take Ikaia long to catch up with Fargo.

Wong: Are you feeling okay, ensign? Because I have some real concerns for your health right now!

Fargo: Response.

Wong: As soon as we get out of this mess, I want to check you over again! On the up side, I have the remote!

They turned a corner and Ikaia motioned at a door.

Wong: In here!

Fargo: Response.

Ikaia opened the door and froze. There in the middle of the room hunched over a table were three Nausiicans. All of which were engaged in a rousing game of Texas hold 'em until they looked up at the sudden intrusion into their game.

Wong: Ah hi? I don’t suppose this is the Grand Mezzanine, is it? I’m supposed to do a thing there with a festival and ah----

He’s already seeing those Nausiicans getting up and making their way menacingly forward. Bladed weapons and disruptors drawn. Ikaia went wide eyed and started tapping the door controls hoping to close the door faster.

Fargo: Response.

Wong: Oh forget it! Let’s cheese it!

And back on the run they were again.

Fargo/Gezlinn/Byrgan: Response

Wong: I’m starting to believe that the universe really just hates me right now!

Fargo/Gezlinn/Byrgan: Response

Lieutenant Ikaia Wong PA-C

Chief Medical Officer

Amity Outpost

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