Lt Korras - A pain in the gluteus major

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(Main Bridge ~ USS Khitomer) 

 

As Korras was monitoring the course he laid in, he was also going over power distribution schematics, trying to get familiar with the ship he was now piloting. Other crew came and went occasionally, so he was not paying particular attention when the CMO was suddenly standing next to him.

 

Ohnari: Lieutenant Korras! Fancy meeting you here. ::smirking:: At your station. On the bridge. 

 

Korras: Greetings, commander. This is where I am supposed to work, yes. I assume you are here for inoculation? 

 

Ohnari: ::gesturing to the folded wire-like tool over her arm:: As promised. I've got my mobile partition, won't take but a moment. 

 

Korras: Very well.

 

He saw her look around briefly, while Korras set an alert for a relief pilot to show up, and as they showed up, the doctor seemed ready to inject him, having set up a temporary shelter near the turbolift.

 

Ohnari: I'm ready for you Lieutenant. As I mentioned, won't take but a moment. If you'll lower your pants just a smidge, the injection is a quick pinch in the gluteus major and you're set. 

 

He moved his hand to his own gluteus major automatically.

 

Korras: The.. posterior. I assure you, I have two of those, just like you, just in case you are curious.

 

Ohnari: ::grimacing:: Yeah, sorry about that. Needed a large muscle group and this was the most beneficial for all. Discomfort only lasts a moment. ::winking:: I'm sure you've had worse during sparring. 

 

Korras: I usually do not turn my back on people during a fight. But, I am sure it will be fine.

 

He lowered his uniform pants enough for her to inject him.

 

Ohnari: Alright Flyboy, here we go. One, two..::hiss. Except she hadn't deployed the pellet yet. Glancing behind her, she realized it was the lift. Standing adjacent, she locked eyes with the Captain.:: Oh, hey there Sir. ::hiss, turning back:: Alright there you go Lieutenant, thanks for your cooperation. 

 

Getting caught with his pants down was not a way Korras expected to meet the captain. He decided to keep his demeanor normal, his face straight, and his Gluteus Major covered again while he turned to the captain.

 

Korras: Sir.

 

Shayne: Doing alright, Mr. Korras?

 

Asking the Klingon how he felt was not likely to earn the human any points, should Korras be a traditionally stoic warrior. But he’d talk about the challenges of properly filing the paperwork on spent injector casings if it meant he could delay the inevitable. 

 

Korras: I suppose I am, sir. Just getting my injection against the radiation.

 

Ohnari: Response 

 

Shayne: …disappointed…

 

Shayne: May I speak to you in private, Doctor? 

 

Ohnari: Response 

 

As the doctor and the captain made their way to the ready room, Korras made his way back to his station, relieving his relief, and relieved that he was not the target of the captain’s ire.

 

Any: Response

 

Tag/TBC…

 

 

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Lieutenant Korras
Helm Officer
USS Khitomer
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