LtJg Lera Michaels - Worst Shoreleave Ever
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((Galactic Dom-jot Parlour, The Indulgence of Chocolate-Coated Jama’haron))
Lera did her best to ignore the Nausicaan and his companion behind her and concentrate on the game. If she was going to make a respectable showing against Nolandra, she would need to focus. But she could almost feel his stare constantly fixed on her back, and that made concentrating almost impossible. Perhaps if she were more Vulcan, it would be simpler, but at the moment, the unbidden memories of Junior Rodriguez kept forcing their way into her mind. Every moment, she grew more irritated in a very un-Vulcan way..
Bhlurg: Little Vulcan female.
Lera reluctantly put down her Dom-jot cue and turned to face the Bhlurg and, for the first time, his companion. Her anger was becoming obvious.
Michaels: Congratulations. It appears you have passed a course in species and gender recognition. Your attention is not welcome, and I request... no, I demand that you stop bothering me.
Logic dictated that insulting him was a suboptimal choice, but Lera did not care.
Bhlurg: I will have you, little Vulcan.
Michaels: I am uncertain exactly what you mean, but, regardless, no. You will not have me. You will be somewhere else, making no noise and pretending that you do not exist.
Lera clenched her fist and started to turn back to the game.
Ghlargn: This one not worth the effort.
Bhlurg: I will have her.
Lera bit her lip and looked back in his direction.
Michaels: I will be generous. :: beat :: I hope you live long enough to encounter a female of some species only half as ugly as yours that you can "have." Now. Just to be clear, go away. Leave me alone.
Ghlargn laughed, and that brought a smile to her face. Lera turned away from the Nausicaan, which, as she soon learned, was a fundamentally flawed tactical error. Bhlurg came up quickly behind her, shoved her in the back, slamming her face down into the Dom-jot table.
Bhlurg: I will have you, little Vulcan female. Now.
Michaels: Bastard. In your dreams.
She managed to lift her upper body from the table only to have Bhlurg wrap the fingers of one monstrous hand around her neck. Instinctively, Lera grabbed at his hand and managed to get a grip on one finger. As she gasped for air, she pushed the finger back toward his wrist. She was profoundly disappointed that he did not release her and, instead, forcefully punched her in her face. Lera's knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor, whimpering in pain. Her mind seemed to buzz jumping from one thought to another.
oO Think, Lera. Think. I just want to make the pain stop... Nausicaans and Dom-jot. A green female Starfleet officer fighting a Nausicaan on a Dom-jot table. Survive. Lera. Survive. A starship captain stabbed through the heart by a Nausicaan... Stop the pain. Oo
((OOC - With apologies to Douglas Adams
Stress and nervous tension are now serious social problems in all parts of the Galaxy, and it is in order that this situation should not be in any way exacerbated by these events or by the sudden and unexpected outbreak of a modicum of good taste that the following facts will now be revealed in advance.
This "assault" will turn out much as you would expect when an untrained 55 kg individual "fights" a 125 kg professional wrestler. Lera will survive. She will, however, sustain a broken jaw, three broken ribs, a broken arm, a concussion, injuries to various major internal organs, assorted cuts and abrasions, and a nasty bruise to one hip. Thanks to modern medicine and the skills of its practitioners, Lera's injuries will be healed in the near future. The psychic injuries may take longer.
In order that some sense of mystery should still be preserved, no revelation will yet be made concerning which hip was bruised. This fact may safely be made the subject of suspense since it is of no significance whatsoever. ))
((Timeskip: Medbay-Infirmary, The Indulgence of Chocolate-Coated Jama’haron))
It would be a long time before Lera learned how long she lay on the bed in the infirmary. The first thing Lera saw when she finally opened her eyes was a Vulcan woman dressed in a white outfit. The Vulcan physician was looking at her intently but not unkindly.
Vulcan Doctor: Tor du vokau ish-veh ahm?
Michaels: I do not understand. Terran English, Spanish, or Federation Standard.
Her words sounded wrong. Lera's hand went to her face as she felt along her jaw. There was something about it that felt wrong. Worse, her left hand would not move.
oO Why can I not move my jaw? Why can I not move my arm? Oo
Vulcan Doctor: Interesting. A Vulcan who does not speak Vulcan. :: The doctor raised an eyebrow. She picked up her PADD and swiped through several screens. :: I see. Adopted by Humans shortly after birth and raised in an area called Texas. :: turning her attention back to Lera. :: Do you remember your name?
Michaels: I am Lera Michaels.
Vulcan Doctor: I see you are in Starfleet. What is your rank, position, and ship?
Michaels: I am a lieutenant... a lieutenant junior grade. I am a ::beat:: engineer on the Kit... Kit... on the Khitomer.
Lera closed her eyes for a moment and wondered why these simple questions were so difficult. The Vulcan doctor was making notes on her PADD.
Vulcan Doctor: That is correct. Do you know where you are?
Michaels: I was just going to ask you that.
Vulcan Doctor: I see. Do you know the name of the ship you are on at the moment.
Michaels: Why all these questions if you already know the answers?
Vulcan Doctor: You have suffered a brain injury. While it appears to be minimal, the questions help determine the extent of the damage. :: What is the name of the ship you are on?
Michaels: I can only assume that I am still on the Indulgence of Chocolate Coated :: beat :: Jambalaya? No. That is not correct. Something like that.
Vulcan Doctor: That is sufficient, Miss Michaels. You have suffered a significant number of injuries ranging from severe to superficial. We have treated the life-threatening injuries. The treatment of some injuries has been deferred. You should attempt no vigorous movement. Because of your concussion, we will be holding you for observation and further treatment for another 26 hours.
Michaels: Why can I not speak properly?
Vulcan Doctor: Your jaw has been immobilized to prevent further damage prior to treatment. :: The doctor gave what was as close to a smile as you will ever see on a Vulcan. :: Rest, Miss Michaels. You have a significant amount of healing to do. :: beat :: I believe you have a visitor.
Anyone: Response
Tags/TBC
——— ○● ———
LtJg Lera Michaels
Engineering Officer
USS Khitomer
K240106LM2
Lera did her best to ignore the Nausicaan and his companion behind her and concentrate on the game. If she was going to make a respectable showing against Nolandra, she would need to focus. But she could almost feel his stare constantly fixed on her back, and that made concentrating almost impossible. Perhaps if she were more Vulcan, it would be simpler, but at the moment, the unbidden memories of Junior Rodriguez kept forcing their way into her mind. Every moment, she grew more irritated in a very un-Vulcan way..
Bhlurg: Little Vulcan female.
Lera reluctantly put down her Dom-jot cue and turned to face the Bhlurg and, for the first time, his companion. Her anger was becoming obvious.
Michaels: Congratulations. It appears you have passed a course in species and gender recognition. Your attention is not welcome, and I request... no, I demand that you stop bothering me.
Logic dictated that insulting him was a suboptimal choice, but Lera did not care.
Bhlurg: I will have you, little Vulcan.
Michaels: I am uncertain exactly what you mean, but, regardless, no. You will not have me. You will be somewhere else, making no noise and pretending that you do not exist.
Lera clenched her fist and started to turn back to the game.
Ghlargn: This one not worth the effort.
Bhlurg: I will have her.
Lera bit her lip and looked back in his direction.
Michaels: I will be generous. :: beat :: I hope you live long enough to encounter a female of some species only half as ugly as yours that you can "have." Now. Just to be clear, go away. Leave me alone.
Ghlargn laughed, and that brought a smile to her face. Lera turned away from the Nausicaan, which, as she soon learned, was a fundamentally flawed tactical error. Bhlurg came up quickly behind her, shoved her in the back, slamming her face down into the Dom-jot table.
Bhlurg: I will have you, little Vulcan female. Now.
Michaels: Bastard. In your dreams.
She managed to lift her upper body from the table only to have Bhlurg wrap the fingers of one monstrous hand around her neck. Instinctively, Lera grabbed at his hand and managed to get a grip on one finger. As she gasped for air, she pushed the finger back toward his wrist. She was profoundly disappointed that he did not release her and, instead, forcefully punched her in her face. Lera's knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor, whimpering in pain. Her mind seemed to buzz jumping from one thought to another.
oO Think, Lera. Think. I just want to make the pain stop... Nausicaans and Dom-jot. A green female Starfleet officer fighting a Nausicaan on a Dom-jot table. Survive. Lera. Survive. A starship captain stabbed through the heart by a Nausicaan... Stop the pain. Oo
((OOC - With apologies to Douglas Adams
Stress and nervous tension are now serious social problems in all parts of the Galaxy, and it is in order that this situation should not be in any way exacerbated by these events or by the sudden and unexpected outbreak of a modicum of good taste that the following facts will now be revealed in advance.
This "assault" will turn out much as you would expect when an untrained 55 kg individual "fights" a 125 kg professional wrestler. Lera will survive. She will, however, sustain a broken jaw, three broken ribs, a broken arm, a concussion, injuries to various major internal organs, assorted cuts and abrasions, and a nasty bruise to one hip. Thanks to modern medicine and the skills of its practitioners, Lera's injuries will be healed in the near future. The psychic injuries may take longer.
In order that some sense of mystery should still be preserved, no revelation will yet be made concerning which hip was bruised. This fact may safely be made the subject of suspense since it is of no significance whatsoever. ))
((Timeskip: Medbay-Infirmary, The Indulgence of Chocolate-Coated Jama’haron))
It would be a long time before Lera learned how long she lay on the bed in the infirmary. The first thing Lera saw when she finally opened her eyes was a Vulcan woman dressed in a white outfit. The Vulcan physician was looking at her intently but not unkindly.
Vulcan Doctor: Tor du vokau ish-veh ahm?
Michaels: I do not understand. Terran English, Spanish, or Federation Standard.
Her words sounded wrong. Lera's hand went to her face as she felt along her jaw. There was something about it that felt wrong. Worse, her left hand would not move.
oO Why can I not move my jaw? Why can I not move my arm? Oo
Vulcan Doctor: Interesting. A Vulcan who does not speak Vulcan. :: The doctor raised an eyebrow. She picked up her PADD and swiped through several screens. :: I see. Adopted by Humans shortly after birth and raised in an area called Texas. :: turning her attention back to Lera. :: Do you remember your name?
Michaels: I am Lera Michaels.
Vulcan Doctor: I see you are in Starfleet. What is your rank, position, and ship?
Michaels: I am a lieutenant... a lieutenant junior grade. I am a ::beat:: engineer on the Kit... Kit... on the Khitomer.
Lera closed her eyes for a moment and wondered why these simple questions were so difficult. The Vulcan doctor was making notes on her PADD.
Vulcan Doctor: That is correct. Do you know where you are?
Michaels: I was just going to ask you that.
Vulcan Doctor: I see. Do you know the name of the ship you are on at the moment.
Michaels: Why all these questions if you already know the answers?
Vulcan Doctor: You have suffered a brain injury. While it appears to be minimal, the questions help determine the extent of the damage. :: What is the name of the ship you are on?
Michaels: I can only assume that I am still on the Indulgence of Chocolate Coated :: beat :: Jambalaya? No. That is not correct. Something like that.
Vulcan Doctor: That is sufficient, Miss Michaels. You have suffered a significant number of injuries ranging from severe to superficial. We have treated the life-threatening injuries. The treatment of some injuries has been deferred. You should attempt no vigorous movement. Because of your concussion, we will be holding you for observation and further treatment for another 26 hours.
Michaels: Why can I not speak properly?
Vulcan Doctor: Your jaw has been immobilized to prevent further damage prior to treatment. :: The doctor gave what was as close to a smile as you will ever see on a Vulcan. :: Rest, Miss Michaels. You have a significant amount of healing to do. :: beat :: I believe you have a visitor.
Anyone: Response
Tags/TBC
——— ○● ———
LtJg Lera Michaels
Engineering Officer
USS Khitomer
K240106LM2
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