[sb118-khitomer] PNPC Ensign B’Eella - A Pain in the Othin
BC Cooper
((Lab 1, Sickbay, Deck 6, USS Khitomer – enroute to the Lagoon Nebula))
B’Ella had shown up for her prerequisite shot as ordered over the comms by the CMO. She stood waiting in line for her turn, with Ensign Graves right behind her.
Othin: ::loudly:: Ensigns B’Ella and Graves! I’ll not call you again. Submit yourselves for implantation. Now.
B’Ella glared at the Klingon nurse. So this was Othin. She sneered a toothy look in Othin’s direction. Implantation? What was going here? This was a vaccination not a planned pregnancy. If this nurse thought she would muscle her way in sickbay, she had another thing coming. B’Ella would not be taking a shot in the rear. It was undignified and unbecoming of a daughter of the House of Pesh. She would not degrade herself the dishonor of such a thing. An arm would do to suffice she thought in her mind, unaware that she had no choice in the location of the hypospray shot.
Harford: The next time we do this, remind me to set up data parameters for studying the natural response to waiting your turn. ::under her breath:: Impatient toddlers, the lot of them.
The CMO snorted. What was so funny? She hadn’t herd the last remark by Doctor Harford, but her lips moved and it seemed like that was the source of the snort. Not that she could tell exactly what it was Harford had said mind you. If B’Ella could see the conversation up front with nothing in the way blocking her ability to see, B’Ella was confident she would have been able to read her lips. But not this day. So much for being a Communications expert. She huffed a silent gruff under her breath. The sooner this was over, the better.
Ohnari: You have no idea. Half of these people would rather face off against the entire Lattice Alliance armed with a toothpick than show up to Sickbay willingly.
She wasn’t wrong there. B’Ella would be ready to do her part to fight back against Alliance. And yes that included using a toothpick, which she would be more than happy to fight with, to avoid taking this drug.
B’Ella: Ensign B’Ella, reporting as instructed over the comms. I’m your new Operations Officer.
Well communications expert, but basically the same thing. She did fall under the umbrella of the operations department, so she wasn’t entirely wrong.
Othin: ::unimpressed:: And you will serve your house with honor in the Operations, no doubt. ::brief pause as she looks to Graves and back at B’Ella:: Wait here. Your time is next.
Was that sarcasm? B’Ella sneered once again at the nurse. She was ready for a fight if Othin was going to treat her that way. First she demanded they step up next and now she was being told to wait?! Her nerves were on fire. The House of Pesh would indeed serve with honor aboard the Khitomer. This Othin however. Did she even have a house? B’Ella made a point to learn more about her.
El’Heem: ::speaking through gritted teeth:: Zar’tok ven’khal rish’taak, gol’thar nesh’var! You couldn’t think of a better alternative?!
There was a Kressari in science blue speaking in a strange language. One she couldn’t see, but over herd while she waited for her turn. She began to dissect it down into usable parts as she did with any other language. She only needed a small fraction to work with. Clearly this Lieutenant didn’t like getting a hypospray shot anymore than the rest of the crew. From what she could gather from their brief conversation to whichever doctor was giving him a shot. B’Ella needed just a few words more and she’s likely have a vague understanding of what it was they said. Especially since the universal language translator wasn’t working.
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.
El’Heem: And I need an event monitor? Is this punishment for leaving medical?
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.
B’Ella couldn’t help but nod at that thought. She was letting everyone in sickbay the opportunity to hear and see what was next for those waiting. Clearly something was going on between those doctors and the patient they were treating.
Harford: NEXT!
oO Finally. Oo
No more insufferable Klingon nurse to deal with. B’Ella watched as the jittery Graves nervously stepped forward. Doctor Harford took him into her part of the lab, while the CMO was waiting on her.
B’Ella: You did say everyone. I’m also going to need my onboard checkup while I’m here.
Ohnari: That I did, and thank you for coming. I will however need to get back to you on the check up ::gesturing to the line behind the newly arrived officer.:: I will note your file so you don't have any issues with the delay.
B'Ella: ::nods:: Very well Ma’am. You’re the doctor. But does this have to be done on my buttocks?
::rolling up her sleeve on one arm::
Was it Ma’am? Was it Sir? Or just Doctor? Or Commander? Or CMO? These Federation protocols for rank and military was one she was still trying to figure out.
((OOC ~ Shoreleave for her check up sounds great!))
Ohnari: Believe me, this is the easiest option. If you wouldn't mind, please lower your trousers a bit and we'll get you out of here. A pinch in three, two, ::the hypo deployed:: And there you are. Any redness or itching, come back to us. NEXT!
The dignity. Why there? B’Ella let out a disapproving low growl as she pulled up her pants. It wasn’t loud enough to be heard, as she was sure the CMO would have more to say if she could hear it.
B'Ella: ::sarcastically:: What if I have a rash now? Will —
Her voice was cut off as the shuffling of booted feet entered sickbay.
Ohnari: Oh, hey there Torado, here for your implantation?
Torado: Response?
Ohnari: ::blinking:: You mean...all of you...?
Torado: Response?
B’Ella looked down the line as she moved out from the lab partition. A fine group of marines for sure. Especially when they dropped their pants in unison without any regard for doing so behind closed partitions.
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::
The CMO went right down the line, hypo-spraying everyone all at once, one right after each other. Amazing work for the doctor and those working under her.
Ohnari: Othin! Back on the line.
B’Ella grinned as Othin was caught looking. Serves her right, B’Ella thought. Realizing she too was looking, B’Ella made her way towards the sickbay doors as quickly as possible. She had clearly overstayed her welcome. As it was she needed to report to Operations.
Othin: ::crossing her massive arms over her chest:: Five minute break boss. Union rules.
The two squared off with looks. If only she could pull that kind of look herself and get away with it.
Ohnari: ::snorting:: If you say so.
Shaking her head, B’Ella exited the doors of sickbay and headed towards the nearest turbolift headed to Operations.
TAGS/END (scene for B’Ella)
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Ensign B’Ella daughter of K’vort,
Communications Officer
USS Khitomer (NCC-62400)
As simmed by
Lieutenant (JG) Ezra Zerva
Security Officer
USS Khitomer (NCC-62400)
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