Lt. J.G. Miash, Alt Miash - Mud Interruptus
Toxin Arlill
(( Zero Point, Deep Space 14 ))
As Miash gently sank into the mud, every inch of her skin drank in its smooth warmth as she melded with the substance.
Tili: This is nice, hmm….
Dekas/Any Medical PNCPS: Response
Nis: I want to do most of the work. You just need to make the incision.
Miash: You alright over there Jania?
She hadn’t been a doctor for long but incisions and mud, they just didn’t seem like a harmonious combination.
Nis/Dekas/Tili/Any Medical PNCPS: Response
Ragh: Could we perhaps have music playing in our cells?
Ragh: Do you have classical Earth music?
oO Oh I love classical earth music, very soothing. Oo
Miash: My mother had a few classical pieces from Earth, she used to hide them from father — afraid he might sell them.
Ragh: If you have it, play selections from Iron Maiden.
oO Iron Maiden? I don’t think I’ve heard that one before. Oo Most of what her mother had was two artists named Mozart and Bach from ancient Earth history. She was always fascinated by how obsessed the Earth humans were with old music, but not in a bad way, in a way that intrigued her, made her demand more!
Nis/Dekas/Tili/Any Medical PNCPS: Response
Miash: You know what, I can’t remember the last time I…
Station Computer: =/\= Dr. Miash, you have an urgent message from Commander Arlill. =/\=
Miash: Oh my goodness, I swear, if he’s not on his death bed I will become unpleasant. ::chuckling:: ::looking up at the automated attendant as they handed her a PADD.
Ragh/Nis/Dekas/Tili/Any Medical PNCPS: Response
Miash: Oh dears, I’m sure he’s just adjusted my shore leave orders or something. The ship is on leave, how can anything be of concern.
As they continued thier conversation with one another she read through the message. It was succint.
Miash, I apologize for the short notice, but I need your assistance. You mentioned once that you’d be willing to help with my mother. If you’re still willing, I need you.
I’ve already departed, but I’ve commissioned a New Bajor shuttle to bring you to DS9 and rendezvous with me there. I don’t want to include too many details over these unsecured channels, but it’s a family matter that may require medical attention.
Captain Rouiancet has approved an extended leave for both of us. But I need you to leave as soon as possible, I won’t be at DS9 for long.
~ Toxin Arlill
Ragh/Nis/Dekas/Tili/Any Medical PNCPS: Response
Miash: What’s that dears? Oh! The message… like I said, just some updated shift scheduled. Nothing urgent. Nothing that can’t wait ::feeling the temperature of the mud:: a few minutes.
She pressed the keyboard control on the PADD and typed in a message.
Toxin, I’m on my way, be there soon. I’ve got you dear. ~Miash
She wasn’t just a good doctor. She could be persuasive when she wanted, and she was sure she could get that Bajoran pilot to push the limits a bit more, for a few more minutes in the mud. She would break the news to them before PT, she didn’t want to ruin their mud quite yet. She also knew that Toxin wouldn’t have used ASAP if it were immediate.
Ragh/Nis/Dekas/Tili/Any Medical PNCPS: Response
Lieutenant JG Officer Miash
Resident Doctor
USS Octavia E Buttler NCC-82850
Writer ID.: O239910TA4