Ensign Richard Matthews - These Iron Bar’s won’t Open Up for Me - Hey wait, where are the Iron Bars?
Matthew Gough
((Jorogumo's Technological Bay))
Matthews: So, since I don’t consent to the invasive and oddly phallic medical procedures. What do you say about switching that off and getting me some cloths, it’s cold in here.
Vidya: In order to ensure proper contaminant cleanser, all foreign material must be removed for cleansing. Exceptions would result in potential contingent for Velithari culture. Surely you must have similar procedures on your vessel for unknown alien contamination?
One eyebrow raised at that. And his serial number was on the tip of his tongue. But then he shrugged. He was a little thrown that they didn’t have sensors that could just do it. He was also thrown that they seemed to not have transporters. Or at least he assumed they didn’t, considering they had grabbed him with freaking space tentacles.
Matthews: We have the transporters to remove anything when we bring someone aboard. If that doesn’t work there’s decontamination protocols. You know, all very invasive, compared to this.
Assistant: Such an odd way to conduct medical procedures is it not?
Vidya: Indeed. I’m surprised the crew aboard their vessel are still functioning at full health capacity. ::to Matthews:: Your clothing presented a potential contagion. It had to be removed.
Matthews: Not the first time I’ve heard that excuse to get me naked.
Vidya: I care not for your appearance without garments in a way you think. As I’ve explained, I care only about the safety of this crew. Of Velithari culture.
Assistant: Vitals are elevated, but within normal parameters.
Vidya: Very good. We shall proceed with the next phase of scans.
Matthews: Huh, tingly. But not actually unpleasant, that’s surprising.
Vidya: ::checking the monitor:: Medical scans indicate a similar structure like most bipedal alien species. Their organs are placed differently than ours. It is highly probable they require no incubation in their reproduction.
Matthews: Oh no, we do, if we become friends I’ll send you the medical textbooks with a gift basket.
Vidya: The Velithari are familiar with other cultures' matting rituals. This does not concern us, fascinating as it may be to your culture. It is oddly strange at best to Velithari.
Assistant: ::computer bleeping:: Scans complete. The male is free of any known contamination to the Jorogumo or Velithari. Shall I begin cleanup?
Vidya: Yes, proceed.
Matthews: Proceed with . . . what? Oh. Cold, cold, why is this stuff so cold?
Richard glanced down at the body suit he now found himself in. Might as well have left him half naked.
The spherical medical device of torture/medical scanning retracted back into the ceiling and out of view.
Richard wondered if he could possibly get one of those things. For scientific study, of course.
Vidya: ::to the assistant:: Take the medical results of these scans and present them to the Captain. She will want to know the results of the potential contaminat. ::to the male::
Now that the medical scans have been completed and you have been cleansed, I believe we may continue our ‘reason’ attempts if the male is finished with their banter?
I was instructed to ‘reason’ with you by my Captain. Such a request of reason is unheard of in Velithari culture with males. You are fortunate. Let us begin with a name and your stated function aboard your vessel.
Matthews: Never.
Vidya: Response
Matthews: Be finished with my banter. Sarcasm is my second language. An old captain of mine had to add it to the universal translate. He retired young. But that totally wasn’t my fault. Maybe.
Vidya: Response
Matthews: Oh right you had a few questions. MG - 554 - 614. :: Richard tilted head a little to the lift. Giving his best ‘what me?’ smile. :: Come on now Vidya, I already told you I wasn’t answering big questions. You get a name when I’m not a prisoner. :: He gave a little shrug :: Ship info is like a fourth date conversation.
Vidya: Response
Matthews: :: Chuckling :: Sorry, sorry, I’m just not used to the antiquated battle of the sexes. Always get thrown for a loop when I run into it again. People telling me they’re better than others because of their circumstances of birth just doesn’t sit right with me.
Straightening up to full height he turned his gaze to Vidya. Making eye contact, not breaking it as he waited for her to say something. While Richard had been born in a time where humanity had moved past its issues. As well as any society could. He had for a brief stent spent some time living in a version of the 21st century . . . and okay, he couldn’t just hand wave the discrimination that was still present in the present day.
As much as he might like to look the other way and say ‘no it’s someone else that is the problem.’ He was self aware enough that the house he was throwing his stones from, or however that saying went, was at least forty-five percent glass.
Vidya: Response
Matthews: Okay, just a quick script flip here, I assume you’re talking to my captain or someone in charge, yeah? Have you at least let them know I’m here? Or am I a secret prisoner?
Vidya: Response
Ugh, and after the unwanted strip show. He was without the little terminal to remote access the computer in his helmet. Here was to hoping he was left alone for a little while. He needed some space and time to work.
TAGS/TBC
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Science Officer
USS Khitomer (NCC-62400)
A238908RM0