Ensign Qurgh'Loq: Love's Lining Lost

[Mike Vago]

Loq knew he was out of step with his fellow Klingons on many matters, which is what led him to join Starfleet in the first place. But he shared his people's discomfort for asking for help in general, and asking for medical help in particular. He would never sit easy in a biobed, but he reasoned that was a form of cowardice that he must overcome.

Miash: Ok ensign, lean back.

Loq: I can lean back, but I am in some discomfort.

Miash: We can’t get an accurate scan unless you’re still (beat) ::putting on her mom voice:: Now lay back, that’s an order.

Loq had no issue taking orders from Lt. Martinson, who had proven himself a seasoned negotiator. But a non-commissioned officer? He reminded himself that he had come to her for help, and resolved to cooperate. 

Loq: If I was not poisoned, what else would have this effect? All of our food is replicated, and I am not aware of any food, even offworlder's food, that has this affect on us.

Miash: It’s unlikely, the Klingon stomach is rather resistant to…. ::taking pause as the images appeared on the screen::

The Feregi's face froze in a look of concern. Rather than look back at Loq, she went for her combadge. Loq was starting to get worried.

Miash: =/\= Miash to any medical doctors, please report to sickbay for a medical emergency. =/\=

Loq: That is not reassuring.

Miash: From what I can tell, your anterior stomach no longer has any lining. (beat) ::reviewing the screen further:: I can try something, but you’ll need to be ok being restrained…

Loq: How is that possible? Damn that woman. What did she do to me?

He tried to sift through the blurry memories of the previous night. He remembered much drinking, songs, stories, laughter. He remembered slipping into the ship's library, a blue body pressed against his, the two of them falling asleep together under a radiation blanket. But to his chagrin, Loq couldn't remember her name.

But she had warned him about something....

Miash: response

Loq: She had blue skin, and no hair. And a small ridge down the center of her face.

Miash: response

Klingons were not shy about boasting of their sexual conquests, but were certainly less open about talking about encounters that went wrong.

Loq: I... I cannot remember her name or rank. I was considerably drunk. But I do remember something she said. I was worried about hurting her — she was very slight, and looked more frail even than a human. But she said I should be worried, that I would feel ill the next day. But she did not seem concerned. She certainly didn't say anything about my stomach lining dissolving.

Miash: response

Loq: If you know who she is, then bring her here at once. I would have words with her.

Miash: response

TBC / Tags!

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Ensign Qurgh'Loq
Federation Diplomatic Corps
USS Octavia E Buttler NCC-82850
Writer ID.: O240011Y12