Lieutenant JG Ras El'Heem - No honor among doctors
Ras El'Heem
((Sickbay, Deck 6, USS Khitomer – Docked at DS33))
Having a prosthetic installed would not automatically return you to full operating capacity. Ras knew this and knew it well. There was a push from all sides, Hobart, Talia, even if his fellow officers had questioned his decision. Despite this, Ras was pragmatic. He would not sit idly by as a liability manning the broom closet, unable to assist in any meaningful way while his crew were placing themselves in danger. No, Ras made this decision to move to Science because he could be useful there, while he attended physical therapy. And he needed to actually begin physical therapy to start that journey.
Sickbay was expectedly sparse in population. He scanned the room looking for someone on duty. No Talia. He made eye contact with Othin. Of course it had to be her. This was going to be painful, she would not go easy on him.
Othin: Lieutenant. You return to show your shame for abandoning your duties?
Ras attempted to frown. He really couldn’t, but he tried really hard anyways. He wasn’t going to miss her.
El’Heem: Not you too, Othin. I thought we had an understanding. ::pausing: No actually, I am here to start my physical therapy.
The Klingon stared at Ras with a scowl in silence. She then returned to her PADD and tapped at it.
El’Heem: Seeing as you’re the only one her-
She scoffed and cut him off. Without looking up she pointed towards the medical labs at the far end of Sickbay.
El’Heem: Oh thank god, Talia must be in the back. ::continuing to speak as he turned to head towards the labs:: Thanks Othin! It’s been a pleasure, really!
Othin: You are lucky I am not the only one available.
El’Heem: ::talking without turning back:: Oh I know.
As Ras approached the labs, he could hear rummaging coming from the furthest room. Lab 4. Just as he reach the open door, he jumped into view and yelled.
El’Heem: Caught you red handed, pilfering- Alix?
The lab had been torn apart. Boxes stood stacked in the corner and new equipment was strewn about. In the center of the room was Alix Harford.
Harford: Response
The Kressari dropped his hands behind his back and clasped them together, stepping into the room slowly.
El’Heem: How are you lieutenant? It’s been some time.
The lab had recently been retrofitted. The stations had been removed, save for the one hugging the wall and the deck plating had been replaced with the softer floor matting found in the gym.
Harford: Response
El’Heem: I’ve been well. I’m gone for less than a week, and you’ve already ::beat:: spruced the place up.
Ras paced the room, earnestly exploring the new faculties placed in the lab.
Harford: Response
El’Heem: ::dry chuckle:: No, no nothing like that. I knew they’d have to replace me, just didn’t think it would be so soon. I seen you had come aboard, actually. How are you liking it?
He stopped and turned his face to watch her. She was squirming, and he knew it. This would be payback for the pain she was about to inflict on him with her physical therapy. He’d only let it go for a few moments longer.
Harford: Response
Ras resumed the slow pace around her.
El’Heem: Good. I do have to ask though.
Harford: Response
El’Heem: ::turning to face her directly:: Is there nothing in the hypocritic oath preventing a friend from taking the job of another?
Harford: Response
TAGS/TBC
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Lieutenant JG Ras El’Heem
Science Officer
USS Khitomer (NCC-62400)
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