Doctor Gott - This Is Your Gott On Drugs
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Karrod Niac
Aug 21, 2024, 12:35:01 AM8/21/24
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Cargo Bay A24, Main Module, Deep Space 33))
Hobart: Just settle down, Doc. The Ensign’s working on it. I want to talk to you about the Billable Hours. I’d really like to get your cooperation on using it to evacuate what’s left of station personnel.
With sausage like fingers Gott tugged at the high collar of his multichromatic jacket and tried to force air into his lungs. He'd been trying to extricate himself from this miserable situation when Starfleet had all but poisoned him so he was amenible to anything that got him off the station. Expression that cogently was an entirely separate problem.
Gott: Eewaculate! Yaus! Bhut mai shoup...maine! Nhout bhus! Dhisiss Ehhorsion!
El’Heem / Richards / Jacin: Response
Hobart: Technically, it’s only extortion if I withhold treatment from you, Doc. We’re gonna fix you up either way. I’m just trying to navigate the sweet spot between you being stubborn while conscious and you being delusionally incompetent. I’m thinking we’ve got two minutes to make a deal.
For the first time in quite a while Gott was given genuine pause. Not because of his incipient medical emergency or the larger disaster soon to befall the station, not because he was being kept from his very capable and very comfortable means of escape. No, greater than all of those things was his sudden realization that he'd been expertly maneuvered into a negotiation and suddenly his lobes, among other things, were tingling. He met the flat gaze of the suspiciously crafty Betazoid and even managed a toothy smile.
Gott: Fhine...thwo phassengers....ahtrahtive whones!
Matthews / Jacin : Response
Gott didn't realize Ensign Feelbad Hypohands had returned until he suddenly spoke up behind him. The throbbing in his painfull engorged ear canals was affecting his hearing.
El’Heem: Orders sir?
Hobart: Unbreak my therapist, please.
Looking between the two Starfleeties impatiently as he gestured towards the door. He tried speaking slowly and deliberately but it was becoming impossible to manipulate the cave slug his tounge had transformed into.
Gott: Mhai! Shoup! Nhaow!
Matthews / Jacin : Response
El’Heem: My hippocratic oath prevents me from withholding treatment any longer sir. I think you’ll find him to be more ::pause:: accommodating afterwards anyways.
Even with his hearing muffled and his brain fogging Gott didn't like anything about that sentance at all but lost the chance to object when a hypo hissed against his neck.
El’Heem: Alright you two, bottoms up. For the Sencha radiation
Matthews / Jacin: Response
Everything felt...strangely great all of the sudden. Doctor Gott was laying in a field of moist moss, the trickle of a pre-glebbening rainstorm tickling the gnarled branches of the bogwoods intertwining overhead. A few meters away an entire herd of plakdorian hover rhinos hopped away, speaking to one another about sudden variations in the Bolian currency market. Gott was euphoric in a way he'd had to pay a hefty surcharge for in the past.
Hobart: ::to Gott:: Doc? You dead?
One of the hover rhinos called to him and his incredibly comfortable and mildly damp carpet of moss shifted him sideways.
Gott: Dead? That's a strange question for a rhino. I've never felt better!
For just a second the rhino appeared to be wearing a Starfleet uniform but he dismissed the thought as ridiculous. Hover rhinos would never be dumb enough to join Starfleet.
Hobart: That’s a relief. Now, I’m using the Billable Hours. I’m going to cram as many people as I can in it, and then it can go to warp. You can give me permission, and we can do it orderly-like, or you can object. In that case, I have more paperwork to fill out and I’m bound by procedure on who goes on it, and you don’t get a say.
Leaning his head back against a slick stone Gott began absently rubbing at his lobes, a giddy smile spreading on his face.
Gott: Ok...because you're such a nice rhino you can bring all your rhino friends...just...always...carpet...
His attention momentarily strayed to a delicious looking swamp grub. When he looked back towards the rhino with unfocused eyes he'd lost his train of thought.
Gott: What?
El’Heem: I think that’s everyone here! Now I just need to prepare-
Gott felt the bog water ripple and carry him gently down the suddenly slopeing hillside. All around him the hover rhinos danced and swam and hopped from stone to puddle to pond, giggling in delight.
El’Heem: Is everyone okay!?
Gott laughed at the absurd question, having never been more okay in his life.
Hobart: Matthews, how are we on the transporter?
Matthews: Response
Hobart: Jacin, the pattern enhancers?
Jacin: Response
Hobart: What’s your answer, Doc?
Raga: =/\= All teams, enemy transports are inbound to docking ports one and two. Prepare to repel boarders! =/\=
Looking up from his almost too comfortable spot on the mossy ground, Gott waved and smiled.
Gott: All your friends Missus Rhino! It'll be a big party!
Hobart: Fantastic. ::tapping combadge:: =/\= Hobart to Ops, we’re ready for evacuations through Cargo Bay Alpha-Two-Four. Send folks down as necessary. We’ve got a civilian ship lined up and we’ll alert you when it’s full and in need of cover. Hobart out. =/\=
Clapping his hands in appreciation of the rhinos mercantile instincts Gott fixed him with a respectful look.
Gott: A cover charge for the party! Great idea! You and me rhino, we're going to make a fortune!
El’Heem / Jacin / Matthews: Response
Hobart: Ensign El’Heem, set up at the door with what you need. Lieutenant Jacin, folks are going to be scared, so they’ll need a counselor.
Something about that last word echoed around Gott muddled brain.
Gott: I think I knew a Counselor once...he's not invited to the party!
Jacin / El’Heem : Response
Hobart: Let’s look at the transporter together, Matthews, and see if we can’t increase that resolution.
Matthews: Response
Tags / TBC…
======================================
Gott
Ferengi Commerce Authority Bonded Psychotherapist
Noted Author
Ships Counselor, Interspecies Medical Exchange
V239509GT0
Hobart: Just settle down, Doc. The Ensign’s working on it. I want to talk to you about the Billable Hours. I’d really like to get your cooperation on using it to evacuate what’s left of station personnel.
With sausage like fingers Gott tugged at the high collar of his multichromatic jacket and tried to force air into his lungs. He'd been trying to extricate himself from this miserable situation when Starfleet had all but poisoned him so he was amenible to anything that got him off the station. Expression that cogently was an entirely separate problem.
Gott: Eewaculate! Yaus! Bhut mai shoup...maine! Nhout bhus! Dhisiss Ehhorsion!
El’Heem / Richards / Jacin: Response
Hobart: Technically, it’s only extortion if I withhold treatment from you, Doc. We’re gonna fix you up either way. I’m just trying to navigate the sweet spot between you being stubborn while conscious and you being delusionally incompetent. I’m thinking we’ve got two minutes to make a deal.
For the first time in quite a while Gott was given genuine pause. Not because of his incipient medical emergency or the larger disaster soon to befall the station, not because he was being kept from his very capable and very comfortable means of escape. No, greater than all of those things was his sudden realization that he'd been expertly maneuvered into a negotiation and suddenly his lobes, among other things, were tingling. He met the flat gaze of the suspiciously crafty Betazoid and even managed a toothy smile.
Gott: Fhine...thwo phassengers....ahtrahtive whones!
Matthews / Jacin : Response
Gott didn't realize Ensign Feelbad Hypohands had returned until he suddenly spoke up behind him. The throbbing in his painfull engorged ear canals was affecting his hearing.
El’Heem: Orders sir?
Hobart: Unbreak my therapist, please.
Looking between the two Starfleeties impatiently as he gestured towards the door. He tried speaking slowly and deliberately but it was becoming impossible to manipulate the cave slug his tounge had transformed into.
Gott: Mhai! Shoup! Nhaow!
Matthews / Jacin : Response
El’Heem: My hippocratic oath prevents me from withholding treatment any longer sir. I think you’ll find him to be more ::pause:: accommodating afterwards anyways.
Even with his hearing muffled and his brain fogging Gott didn't like anything about that sentance at all but lost the chance to object when a hypo hissed against his neck.
El’Heem: Alright you two, bottoms up. For the Sencha radiation
Matthews / Jacin: Response
Everything felt...strangely great all of the sudden. Doctor Gott was laying in a field of moist moss, the trickle of a pre-glebbening rainstorm tickling the gnarled branches of the bogwoods intertwining overhead. A few meters away an entire herd of plakdorian hover rhinos hopped away, speaking to one another about sudden variations in the Bolian currency market. Gott was euphoric in a way he'd had to pay a hefty surcharge for in the past.
Hobart: ::to Gott:: Doc? You dead?
One of the hover rhinos called to him and his incredibly comfortable and mildly damp carpet of moss shifted him sideways.
Gott: Dead? That's a strange question for a rhino. I've never felt better!
For just a second the rhino appeared to be wearing a Starfleet uniform but he dismissed the thought as ridiculous. Hover rhinos would never be dumb enough to join Starfleet.
Hobart: That’s a relief. Now, I’m using the Billable Hours. I’m going to cram as many people as I can in it, and then it can go to warp. You can give me permission, and we can do it orderly-like, or you can object. In that case, I have more paperwork to fill out and I’m bound by procedure on who goes on it, and you don’t get a say.
Leaning his head back against a slick stone Gott began absently rubbing at his lobes, a giddy smile spreading on his face.
Gott: Ok...because you're such a nice rhino you can bring all your rhino friends...just...always...carpet...
His attention momentarily strayed to a delicious looking swamp grub. When he looked back towards the rhino with unfocused eyes he'd lost his train of thought.
Gott: What?
El’Heem: I think that’s everyone here! Now I just need to prepare-
Gott felt the bog water ripple and carry him gently down the suddenly slopeing hillside. All around him the hover rhinos danced and swam and hopped from stone to puddle to pond, giggling in delight.
El’Heem: Is everyone okay!?
Gott laughed at the absurd question, having never been more okay in his life.
Hobart: Matthews, how are we on the transporter?
Matthews: Response
Hobart: Jacin, the pattern enhancers?
Jacin: Response
Hobart: What’s your answer, Doc?
Raga: =/\= All teams, enemy transports are inbound to docking ports one and two. Prepare to repel boarders! =/\=
Looking up from his almost too comfortable spot on the mossy ground, Gott waved and smiled.
Gott: All your friends Missus Rhino! It'll be a big party!
Hobart: Fantastic. ::tapping combadge:: =/\= Hobart to Ops, we’re ready for evacuations through Cargo Bay Alpha-Two-Four. Send folks down as necessary. We’ve got a civilian ship lined up and we’ll alert you when it’s full and in need of cover. Hobart out. =/\=
Clapping his hands in appreciation of the rhinos mercantile instincts Gott fixed him with a respectful look.
Gott: A cover charge for the party! Great idea! You and me rhino, we're going to make a fortune!
El’Heem / Jacin / Matthews: Response
Hobart: Ensign El’Heem, set up at the door with what you need. Lieutenant Jacin, folks are going to be scared, so they’ll need a counselor.
Something about that last word echoed around Gott muddled brain.
Gott: I think I knew a Counselor once...he's not invited to the party!
Jacin / El’Heem : Response
Hobart: Let’s look at the transporter together, Matthews, and see if we can’t increase that resolution.
Matthews: Response
Tags / TBC…
======================================
Gott
Ferengi Commerce Authority Bonded Psychotherapist
Noted Author
Ships Counselor, Interspecies Medical Exchange
V239509GT0
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