Ensign Jaran Jira - Oh What A Tangled Web We Weave
Jira Jaran
Richards: Chaos. That is my endgame. Lieutenant Morgan needs some chaos in his life. I am simply here to provide that.
Jaran: Fine. You may as well finish your… work. I can see that you’re pretty invested. Just… remember us little people.
Jira was content to leave that at that and walk out of the CMO's office, but that's when the door opened behind them.
oO Oh no. Oh no... Oo
Richards: Captain! ::Gesturing towards the door:: Look Doctor, it’s our fearless leader! Back from… Wherever she went.
Oh, the captain. That's all. It was only the captain Jira had never met of the ship that Jira was new on. This is exactly how they'd wanted to meet. They snapped to attention.
Jaran: Sir!
MacKenzie: Fearless. Leader. ::wagging her finger:: You're a little far from the lab, aren't you Ms. Richards? What brings you to the Chief Medical Officer's office? With no Chief Medical Officer to be found?
Richards: Uh huh. That is a great question. We…I… Uhm.. We needed a private place to discuss something. This was the closest room. ::nodding as if to convince herself:: Very private… Personal matters.
Nothing to do but follow along in Sam's wake. Jira nodded. Like a child holding stolen cookies from the jar.
The captain turned serious.
MacKenzie: ::nodding in agreement:: Personal matters. Everything okay? Do you need a doctor? You know I was a doctor before I was a command officer...
Richards: Well… Uhm… Personal matters that include me and uhm Talos. Things I’m sure you’d rather not hear about. But we are done with that discussion now. ::Beat:: Did anyone hear that?
Jira's musings on the history of these relationships were interrupted by another of Sam's ploys.
oO Hear that. Might as well say "Look over there!" and start running. Oo
MacKenzie: Hmm. No, I'm afraid I don't... Maybe we should conduct a hearing exam? Make sure you're not suffering from tinnitus?
Jaran: Oh, I'm sure --
Richards: Response
MacKenzie held up her hands and vigorously shook her head.
MacKenzie: No, no, I insist.
Jira had no choice but to accompany Captain MacKenzie and Sam back out into sickbay. She pointed at an unoccupied biobed.
MacKenzie: You're here, we might as well check your hearing. ::gesturing to Jaran:: and I'm sure this doctor is just the right person to conduct the exam. ::to Sam:: Would you mind introducing me to our newest member of the medical staff?
Jaran: Sir, I am --
Interrupted again. She meant it when she said she was creating chaos.
Richards: Response
Jira had already started gathering the tools and preparing the space for the exam. But an idea struck them at the last thing Sam said. Two can play at this game, and Jira was tired of being along for the ride.
Jaran: Sir, I can't keep up this farce. If we go any further, the deception will just be... too much. The truth is ::looking down, then at Richards:: The truth is that we were discussing the surprise Miss Richards has been planning for your return.
MacKenzie/Richards: Response
Jaran: Yes, sir. I didn't realize that she was such a talented songsmith myself, until she showed me what she had written. And to think she intends to perform it herself.
Jira risked a look at Sam. They needed to see her face. This was too much fun.
MacKenzie/Richards: Response
Jaran: Don't be modest, Miss Richards. You said you wanted to welcome the Captain back in style when she returned, and you knew I had some small ability with the belaklavion to accompany you. I'm of course happy to help. If you'd like, I could even go retrieve an instrument right now.
It was a bit of a bluff. Jira hadn't touched the belaklavion in a while, but they could probably at least pull a few chords out. Enough to make Sam sweat.
MacKenzie/Richards: Response
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