Lt. Toxin Arlill - Not Again

[Toxin Arlill]

(( Sickbay, Deck 5, USS Octavia E Butler ))

The ensign doctor brought him a bright blue glass of water, which he recognized as Bolian water. Growing up, he was never a fan—likely because his mother would give it to him when he was sick, and he'd associated the two.

Nis: Well . . . you did, didn’t you?

Arlill: No I didn (beat) Nevermind, maybe I did.

Toxin felt it best not to share anything about Henri still, that was an explanation for another day.

Nis: You probably just don’t remember. Good instincts, though. So tell us about yourself, sir--how did you end up in Starfleet?

Arlill: I wasn’t sure what I wanted to be when I grew up but I knew I wanted to fly. So when my mother, who’s primarily an engineer at heart, supported my ambitions I headed to MIT in Boston Massachusetts, olde Earth name.

Nis: Wow, MIT before Starfleet? You must’ve been pretty young. I was young when I picked up Nis here :: patting her belly :: younger than normal, anyway. It was tough--I feel like it kind of ended my teen years a little sooner than all my friends. :: Sighing :: Our. Our friends.

Arlill: I can’t imagine that’s easy. I’m not feeling so well.

Toxin could feel a wave of nausea come over him.

Nis: Fair enough. If you do experience any weird thoughts or feelings, you’ll let us know, right?

oO Weird thoughts? Why would they say that? Oo

Arlill: What do you mean weird thoughts? .

Nis: Well, we’ll let you get some rest. Remember, don’t drink. Hopefully we’ll see you on the Dyson ring. We’re super excited!

Arlill: Yes Doctor.

[End Scene for Toxin]

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Lieutenant Toxin Arlill

Chief of Operations

USS Octavia E Buttler NCC-82850

Writer ID.: O239910TA4LT