Lt. JG Alix Harford - Shot through the... um... Glutes
Meri
((Lab 1, Sickbay, Deck 6, USS Khitomer – enroute to the Lagoon Nebula))
Busy was a word that Alix didn’t use often to describe Sickbay, none of the ones she’d worked in to date, but in this instance it was accurate. Whether the crew of the Khitomer was the most compliant she’d met or whether they were responding out of fear of Senche radiation or the threat of Othin, she couldn’t be sure. But there was a double line stretching out of the lab they’d set up for the rapid fire subdermal implantation and snaking its way through Sickbay. Rumor had it that the line continued down the corridor, but Alix just couldn’t see how. Those officers who’d been smart enough to check into the queue digitally before coming were tucked into corners, settled on empty biobeds, and gathered in little clusters. Had there been streamers and snacks, one might have misidentified this as a crew party. Only the air of tension and nervous tone to the chatter let on otherwise. Well, that and the fact that Doctor Alix Harford would never abide a party in Sickbay, even if she wasn’t the Medical Officer in charge. There were just some lines that were worth fighting to hold.
Alix took a moment to breathe through the chaos and checked her PADD.
Othin: ::loudly:: Ensigns B’Ella and Graves! I’ll not call you again. Submit yourselves for implantation. Now.
Alix ignored the grumpy murmurs from the front of the queue as they were once again skipped over for pre-planners. She was certain that if they truly understood what they were waiting in line for, they’d be happy for the three minute reprieve of someone “skipping ahead”. Instead she was fairly certain it was just nature that caused beings of all sorts to grumble about having to wait their turn. She rolled her eyes and called through the partition to Dr. Ohnari.
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.
Ohnari: Response
B’Ella: Ensign B’Ella, reporting as instructed over the comms. I’m your new Operations Officer.
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.
Ras let out a pitiful little shriek and Alix winced. She felt bad, but only a little, and only because she knew it would ache much worse in an hour with the built in topical analgesic wore off.
El’Heem: ::speaking through gritted teeth:: Zar’tok ven’khal rish’taak, gol’thar nesh’var! You couldn’t think of a better alternative?!
Harford: Well, I’d originally designed it to be implanted in the thigh, but Ohnari’s scrubbers need that muscle group.
Ohnari: Response?
She smiled at him apologetically, knowing that he’d be even more upset by the small heart shaped monitor she was affixing to his inner wrist. It was pink and glittery and designed to turn blue and play some obnoxious tune if radiation levels reached anywhere near toxicity in the Kressari’s blood stream.
El’Heem: And I need an event monitor? Is this punishment for leaving medical?
Ohnari: Response
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 gave Alix a look, clearly in a mood and Alix would have sworn she heard a snicker from the other side of the partition.
Harford: NEXT!
The pair that Othin had queued up next stepped forward in their respective lanes. Dr. Harford looked up to see the most reserved and nervous being she’d ever encountered.
Graves: Ens-sign Graves, d-doctor.
Harford:: Harford- Doctor Harford.
B’Ella: You did say everyone. I’m also going to need my onboard checkup while I’m here.
Ohnari: Response
((I’ll leave it to Rox to extend the scene for Ohnari & B’Ella. Harford took Graves.))
Alix led Ensign Graves into her partition where El’Heem was hanging about gathering his things to leave.
El’Heem: ::smirking:: it’s just a pinch ::winking::
As the nervous Kelpian gulped and took a seat on the now empty biobed, Alix cleared her throat.
Harford: No need to get comfortable, Ensign Graves. I’ll need you to bend over.
The man stammered and asked the same question she’d heard more than a dozen times in the last hour or so.
Graves: B-Bend over?
Harford: Yes, the subdermal pellet must be implanted in your glute.
Alix could only imagine the sight from outside the curtain as the towering man presented his posterior. The shrill sound that escaped him, however, she would have trouble clearing from her auditory memory no matter how many hours of classical music she listened to in attempts to dislodge it. Suffice to say it was not a sound she’d ever heard from any man, woman, or being.
TAGS/End for Harford