Lieutenant Ras El'Heem - I said What What... (Or BBL Rassy)
Ras El'Heem
((OOC: I got approval from Meri to add her three lines of dialogue in an effort to avoid backtags.))
((Lab 1, Sickbay, Deck 6, USS Khitomer – enroute to the Lagoon Nebula))
Sickbay looked less like a medical facility and more like a festival ground. That is, if festivals came with antiseptic in the air and a line of officers preparing to drop their trousers. Not the kind of festival Ras was keen on attending. The double queue stretched almost to the corridor outside sickbay and folded into jittering knots of unforms and chatter. The sight brought him back to his home world. Long lines through half-shuttered clinics and the desperate murmurs of refugees waiting for their chance at survival. The Great Replenishment. He let the memory wash over him, but only for a moment, then forced himself forward. He of all people knew the cost of delay.
He slipped through the crowd and seemed to have caught Alix’s eye as he emerged at the front. She raised a brow and pointed him out of turn. Ras pointed at himself awkwardly and mouthed me? Before glancing around as if searching for another lucky candidate. Behind the partition, he made for the biobed but Alix intercepted with a downward pointed finger. Ras cocked his head to the side and winced before shaking his head.
Harford: Sorry Ras, I need your Gluteous Maximus.
He bit his lip and shook his head again.
El’Heem: huhuhh.
Hardford: It's me or Talia. Take your pick.
He sighed loudly and unbuckled his belt.
El’Heem: Not even the decency to buy me dinner first.
Hardford: :chuckles:: How about I owe you a dinner? I'll even cook. ::pause:: It's gonna, well we say pinch, but you already know...
Ras braced on the biobed with his trousers at half mast. He took a deep breath and tensed his buttocks waiting for a countdown. Instead, Alix neglected to hesitate.
El’Heem: ::speaking through gritted teeth:: Zar’tok ven’khal rish’taak, gol’thar nesh’var! You couldn’t think of a better alternative?!
He gripped the sheets as he waited for the sting to subside.
Harford: Well, I’d originally designed it to be implanted in the thigh, but Ohnari’s scrubbers need that muscle group.
Ohnari: ::calling out on her side of the screen:: Since some people can't seem to stay out of the radiation, we needed to have a dedicated location for the isotope scrubbers to be attached, and swiftly.
Ras rolled his eyes at the familiar voice behind the curtain. The Wizard of Ozhnari, he presumed. His pants returned to their natural habitat and he turned to leave before Alix grabbed his wrist and slipped on a heart shaped monitor in one smooth motion.
El’Heem: And I need an event monitor? Is this punishment for leaving medical?
A small clatter came from Ohnari’s side of the divider before he saw her head pop up.
Ohnari: Excuse me for trying to stay on top of your tendency to bathe in Sencha.
Harford: ::quietly to Ras:: Sorry, I stepped away from the console for one minute and she’d altered the design and replicated it. ::louder to Ohnari:: Doctor Ohnari, Commander, need I remind you of partition protocols of which you are in direct violation.
Ras sighed once more and glared at Alix as his quick in-and-out of sickbay had turned into quite the ordeal. She turned away from him and yelled, leaving him to flex his right cheek repeatedly until the implant felt fully seated.
Harford: NEXT!
As he stood to leave, Alix returned with a particularly pale, blue collared officer in toe. His hands shook with a tremor as he arrived at the bed. The man was clearly beyond himself with nerves.
oO Must have heard it was in the butt. Oo
The Kelpian looked his way for a moment, and Ras took his chance.
El’Heem: ::smirking:: it’s just a pinch ::winking::
The officer gulped loudly and averted his gaze as he scooched onto the bed.
Harford: No need to get comfortable, Ensign Graves. I’ll need you to bend over.
oO Classic. I bet that’s becoming her catchphrase. Oo
Graves: B-Bend over?
Ras didn’t need to see this. He had to see a woman about a suppressor anyhow. He slipped out of the partition in time for a shrill shriek to whizz past him. He lifted his shoulders and winced.
oO Poor guy must be short on butt fat. Oo
The lieutenant continued into Ohnari’s partition and stopped dead in his tracks. Before him stood Talia with her back to him, hands on hips. In front of her were eight posteriors set side-by-side as if the good doctor was appraising them for an explicit holonovel. He stifled a chuckle as he crossed his arms and waited for her to finish her exercise in rear engagement. He hardly wanted to butt in.
Ohnari: ::hiss:: Next, ::hiss:: Whoa, that looks infected, soldier, step out of line, I'm going to need that examined, ::hiss:: Ooh cool tattoo! Next! ::hiss::
Ras shook his head and raised his eyebrows. She certainly wasn’t wrong there; he’d need an ointment for that.
Ohnari: Othin! Back on the line.
Othin: ::crossing her massive arms over her chest:: Five minute break boss. Union rules.
The large Klingon woman gave Ras the death stare as he chuckled at the premise that this was no longer his responsibility.
Ohnari: ::snorting:: If you say so.
El’Heem: ::Clearing his throat:: Hey Othin, old buddy, old pal. Was wondering if you could grab something from storage fo-
Othin: Four minutes.
El’Heem: Rightttt.
Ras resumed his consultory supervision of the butt brigade and waited for Othin’s break to finish.
Ohnari: Response
El’Heem: Sorry chief. Union Rules and all that.
The last of the marines pulled their pants up.
Torado: Was it good for you, ladies? ::smirk:: Side effects we should be aware of?
Othin: Three minutes, 14 seconds.
He had to hand it to her; she was keeping time very well.
Ohnari: Response
Torado: Got it. “In case of goo, promptly scrape marine into bucket and return to Sickbay.”
Ohnari: Response
El’Heem: At least you don’t have to wear your heart on your sleeve, Lieutenant.
He held up his wrist to show the glamourous monitor was clashing with his ensemble.
Torado / Ohnari: Response
El’Heem: No, I’m done. I do need something for my gel packs back in science. I’m sure Othin will be kind enough to assist once her break is over.
Torado / Ohnari: Response
Othin: One minute, 11 seconds.
Ras held up a finger and pointed to Othin without looking away from Torado and Ohnari.
El’Heem: See. Be done in a jiff!
Torado / Ohnari: Response
Othin: Done. What do you need betrayer?
The burl of the woman pushed past the Kressari as she spoke and headed towards the medical storage closet. Ras waved at Torado and Ohnari and quickly caught up to Othin.
El’Heem: That’s gonna get old fast. Uhh…Just a cognitive neural inhibitor module.
Othin: Then grow old fast. I’ll fetch your module.
TAGS/END for Ras.
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Lieutenant Ras El’Heem
Science Officer
USS Khitomer (NCC-62400)
K240106RE3