Capt. Shayne: Flapping In The Breeze
Randal Shayne
((Deck 1, Bridge, USS Khitomer))
Shayne: Doing alright, Mr. Korras?
Non-chalance would not have described him justly. A wise man once said that sometimes one needed to bow to the absurd, and the lunacy that he was working very hard to avoid looking at certainly qualified. Reasonable orders, reasonable intentions, manifesting in preposterous fashions. Stereotypes for peoples and nations and policies across a thousand years of administration had risen from circumstances such as these. For Shayne, these were expected.
It was simply interesting to note it as it was happening.
Korras: I suppose I am, sir. Just getting my injection against the radiation.
Ohnari: Yep, yep! Just giving our new pilot a quick shot to keep him protected.
The explanation had not been necessary; if the captain was under even the hint of an illusion that something else was afoot, he would have been far more flabbergasted, and far less polite. And yet, Ohnari might have found a more discrete solution, and Korras might have stood up for himself even while he bent over.
Shayne: …disappointed…
Had he said that outloud? Bugger.
Shayne: oO Inside thoughts do not become outside words when on duty. Oo
Shayne: May I speak to you in private, Doctor?
Ohnari: Of course sir, ::turning to Korras:: Please inform me if you have any lasting discomfort or noticeable swelling.
The doors swished behind Shayne and Ohnari as the captain considered the absurd possibility of swelling. Klingons seemed to do everything twice as hard as everyone else; the idea being that swelling would not be immune to this phenomenon. If he and Ohnari exited the Ready Room to find Korras sitting three inches higher than he normally would, he would be displeased.
Shayne: I trust your judgement. If the medication is needed, it’s needed. I trust your instinct. If you feel the crew won’t come to you, you’ll come to the crew. But…
He held out a hand, exasperation adding only a mild sharpness to his question.
Shayne: …on the bridge? Seriously?
Ohnari: ::wincing:: Well...with the time crunch, I couldn't expect everyone to come to Sickbay, and I brought the privacy screen! I just...uh...neglected to take into account the turbolift...
Ohnari had never abused the free latitude that Shayne gave her; rarely was she mistaken, and never in such a way that would convince the captain that restraining her would be more beneficial than turning her loose. But there was still a lesson in restraint to be applied.
Shayne: We could be in a firefight, and the only warning we’d get is a torpedo up our chuff amidship. We could be hailed by diplomats, or Starfleet, or merchants. Is it really wise to have people’s butts on Broadway? I mean, for Christ’s sake, Talia, we have a…
He stopped, almost falling over his words as he continued.
Shayne: …first officer’s Ready Room. We have options for privacy- at least, more privacy than the damned command deck.
Ohnari: You...want me to set up in Nolen's Ready Room...?
The broader issue was Shayne’s desire for her to recognize that medical could not be the singular, or even primary priority aboard the ship. There was only so much that could be done to protect her from a commensurate consequence.
Shayne: Insult to injury, I now get to decide whether I go out there, drop trow and get the same treatment as Mr. Korras, or whether I hole up in here, and allow you to treat me here. What do you recommend?
Ohnari: ::holding up her hand in a vow:: I promise no more accidental celestial displays in case we are to be visited by diplomats and their entourage, or fired upon by prudish Lattice Alliance drones ::dropping her hand:: And as far as your treatment, you being the Captain and all, pretty sure you get to claim rank privilege and set up in here.
He grimaced, looking at her with displeasure. RHIP, of course, but it also demanded an awareness sufficient to balance scales. Korras’ presence might remind him of the importance of honor, but it could have been anyone bent over when he’d arrived, and it would still feel disingenuous to separate himself from the crew’s indignity.
Shayne: Hrm. How’s it going otherwise?
Ohnari: Actually, aside from the uh...incident, you should be pleased. While the injection shall be a momentary discomfort, if the calculations are correct, it should be the last needed. Ever. Doctor Harford and I will have an up to date report on everyone aboard, we can fine tune down to the specific individual based on their specific metabolic needs as it comes to any Sencha exposure.
Despite himself, he nodded to himself approvingly, smiling as he did so. Ohnari was a character- that was for sure- but her boisterous attitude was backed up by a rigorous moral compass, and a profound competence that Shayne would be lucky to find anywhere else.
And all of this without the pony he’d promised her.
Damn, he was going to have to do something about that soon.
Shayne: Why, uh… why…?...
He pointed confusedly to his rear.
Ohnari: Admittedly the placement is...unpleasant, especially when an entire platoon of Marines line up and...assumes the positions, out in the main Sickbay. ::shuddering:: That is not an image that leaves one's mind swiftly...::clearing her throat awkwardly:: Anyway...since I'm here, if you'll lower your pants...uh...respectfully, of course, Sir.
Shayne: An entire platoon of Marine rears? Brings a whole new definition to swamp ass. And as for lowering my pants, respectfully, of course…
Without another word he exited the Ready Room, and marched purposefully towards the (suddenly profoundly inadequate) curtain. He stepped behind it, and allowed his gaze to dart around the bridge, sharply rebuking anyone who even looked in his direction.
Shayne: If ever you’ve seen Raiders of the Lost Ark, you’ll know to keep your eyes shut.
Korras/Ohnari: Response
Appearing as grim as possible, the captain carefully yanked one corner of his uniform trousers downward. The rush of chilly air was certainly a thing that happened.
Shayne: ::under his breath:: And Doctor? Make one comment about needing a razor for a different sort of cheek, and I swear to god I’ll promote you to junior first officer. Get me?
Ohnari: Response
The sharp pain was unusual in Shayne’s experience- but then again, this wasn’t just a simple dispersal hypo. This was a specialized injection, one that had crossed the layers of skin and flesh to embed itself right up against a now angry nerve.
Shayne: YEOOCH!
He slammed a clenched, tight fist into his thigh as the pain rolled over him. It disappeared almost as soon as it arrived, but the memory alone was enough to make him wince.
Ohnari: Response
Captain Randal Shayne
Commanding Officer
USS Khitomer
NCC 62400
G239202RS0