Ensign Ragh- A Klingon Goes to the Spa
Ryan Augustyn
(( Zero Point, Deep Space 14 ))
Nis: We’re sure you all wonder why we brought you all here.
She was correct, Ragh wondered what they were doing there. Looking around at the assembled group, they were all medical officers. They were at what appeared to be a ‘spa.’ Some sort of place for relaxation.
Miash: You say Spa, I say yes darling, when are we leaving?!
The Klingon doctor merely stood there, mildly uncomfortable.
Nis: We read a great longitudinal study that examined the most common reasons for medical discharge in Starfleet. Anyone got any guesses?
Tili: Um, post-traumatic stress?
Ragh: AI entities?
Ragh was very much not over their recent run in with the Kevara Continuance.
Nis: Nope, none of that. It’s actually chronic degradation of old injuries, and in eighty-six percent of discharges, officers failed to follow recommended PT regimes. In other words, we heal folks up, but the goofballs don’t take care of their injuries and end up washing out because of it. :: pause to shake head in a disappointed fashion :: In this spa, Starfleet has some of the best physical therapy and medical-grade relaxation machinery in the Gamma Quadrant, and we realized we could have a spa day if we said we were testing it to give the medical department a review of PT regimes. So go forth and enjoy the spa. Just make sure to look super serious the whole time.
He had to admit, he didn’t disagree with her assessment. As a huge proponent of Mok’bara, Ragh knew the benefits of daily exercise and discipline.
Tili: Yes, ma’am.
Miash: You won’t hear any argument from me dear. Now where can an old lady get one of those comfy robes ::pointing to another guest::.
Dekas: I’ve been told many times that just the sound of my voice makes me seem unserious. Not to mention the feathers. But I’ll certainly give it my best shot.
Ragh: I am certainly not against the idea.
Tili: This is way better than dealing with awkward ensign rashes.
Dekas: I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had to deal with the rashes. Not my department, exactly. Counseling occasionally has its equivalents, though.
Miash: I’d take rashes over the sofa any day ::beat:: no offense dear, but the more I can see it, the better I can treat it. You folks have your work cut out for you, I don’t envy it.
Ragh just listened to the conversation. Small talk was not his strong suit, but he knew he should probably try to work on it.
Tili: Would any be up for a mud bath?
Miash: Count me in, these wrinkles need some caressing but first, a mud bath!
Attendant: The changing rooms are that way ma'am.
Miash: Thank you dear.
Nis: If mud is what you’re into, it’s what you’ll get.
Ragh: A mud.. Bath?
He was not against mud, but he wasn’t sure how one could call it a bath.
Dekas: I may have to decline that specific one. Mud is a pain to get out of feathers, and I don’t think the people here would appreciate the clean-up job that comes with a feathery guest. But if you’re open to some sort of foot soak at some point, I'll be there.
Miash: ::letting out a little giggle before sealing it up:: I’m sorry dear, I mean no offense. It’s just the imagery of the mud and the feathers. I wish you could enjoy it too dear.
Nis: How about dust? That’s good for feathers, right?
Tili/Any Medical PNCPS: Response
Dekas: If not for the fact that I’m pretty sure people would yell at me, I’d almost say we could actually test the physical therapy. But then, I had my wing broken in a few places a few years ago during a crisis. The PT was necessary afterward. I could probably be a good tester for that sort of thing. (a soft snort) But my wing is fine these days, so I won’t make anyone actually do work right now.
Miash: I’ll join you all in whatever we’ve decided. ::beat:: But first… Can an old girl get a cold drink around here? ::speaking up loud enough for an attendant to hopefully hear::
Tili: Oh, can I get a Piña Colada for me as well and those little umbrellas too?
Nis: We’ll have a wansat appletini.
Now that was something Ragh could get behind.
Ragh: I will have a chech’tluth.
Holographic attendant: The room is divided into distinct cells by privacy screens. You’ll be able to communicate but not see each other. Each cell can be made unique. Mud, dust, it doesn’t matter to us.
Dekas: Hm… well, I’m absolutely open to that.
Miash: That does sound pleasant. I’m in.
Tili: That the drink settle, then.
Miash: Shall we then?
Tili: Yes, let go.
Nis: Okay, well, enjoy.
Everyone went to their separate cell with their individual choices. Ragh had opted for the mud, as he wasn’t sure what else he would choose. He set the environment controls to a high temperature, took off his clothes, and submerged himself into the mud. It was thick and warm. He wasn’t sure what to make of the experience, but he wasn’t against it so far.
Ragh: This is certainly interesting, to say the least.
Dekas/Any Medical PNCPS: Response
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.
oO Incision? What is going on in her cell.. Oo Ragh could hear the Trill talking with the attendant but he wasn’t sure he wanted to ask what was going on.
Nis/Dekas/Miash/Tili/Any Medical PNCPS: Response
The attendant brought Ragh his drink. He took a sip.. oO Not bad! Oo If it was replicated, it was one of the best replicated chech’tluth he’s had yet. He closed his eyes, and tried to relax and savor the experience. He wondered if they had music selections. He paged the attendant:
Ragh: Could we perhaps have music playing in our cells?
The attendant nodded in confirmation, and asked what he would like.
Ragh: Do you have classical Earth music?
Again the attendant nodded, stating they have one of the most expansive selections in the quadrant. Ragh had become quite the fan of Earth classical music from their 20th century. One of his favorite musical artists was a group called Iron Maiden. They made music that would speak to even the most fierce Klingon warriors, perhaps even Kahless himself would count himself amongst their fans if he heard it.
Ragh: If you have it, play selections from Iron Maiden.
As the music played, the Klingon took another sip of his drink and made a note to thank Nis for inviting him along.
Nis/Dekas/Miash/Tili/Any Medical PNCPS: Response
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Ensign Ragh
Medical Officer
USS Octavia E. Butler
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