Lt Cmdr Quentin Beck - Regrets and Regerts
Quentin Beck
((The Fishbowl, Celestial Tide Sanctuary, Logali IV))
Beck: Mork… from Ork?
Quentin's nostrils burned from the smell and he had to raise a hand to cover his nose, afraid it might actually singe his mustache.
Niac: Oh I knew a Mork in the Academy...never made it to Ork though. Is that in the Alpha quadrant somewhere?
Kel: I don't think Ork exists. I think my brother got it from some earth reference.
He shook his head wryly, chuckling and drumming his fingers against the side of his glass.
Beck: I am just always flummoxed when someone who shouldn't have much knowledge for historical references from Earth displays them so vividly. Where did you get the name?
Niac: There was a human named Ork? Hmmm...I wonder if this is how Toryn feels all the time. I think Al-leyans are allergic to idioms. Or maybe it's just him.
Kel: Look it's my brother's dog, ::beat:: I think.
His brow arched before his eyes squinted a little; Kel's brother… Kos, from Grus Beta 3? Or did he have a Trill brother, too? That particular family tree would be interesting to try to map out. Considering the range of species that had existed on that colony world, it made some sort of sense that the Andorian might have become familiar with the old Earth entertainment show, but it was still hard to believe.
Karrod did the smart thing and stuck his head out through an open window to catch his breath. Quentin just took another long swig from his glass, which dulled the scent.
Niac: Alright Quentin...I think you've got some ideas to polish. But when you're ready to get started you'll have my support...I might even join you for a few laps, would be nice to get out of the ready room once in a while.
Kel: Take Mork too, he could us the workout.
Beck: ::chuckling:: What a motley crew that would be.
The Captain chuckled.
Niac: Now if you'll excuse me I've got a duty shift in about six hours and if I don't get some sleep I may come up with a few more ideas for how Quentin can lose his soup catcher. Thanks for bringing me in on the idea, Quentin. Hope you don't regret it too much.
Kel: Night Captain. ::glancing:: Quentin do you mind if I hang out for 15 minutes. He won't wake now up and he's heavy to carry.
Beck: ::to Niac:: I already do, sir. Doesn't mean it's a bad idea, though. ::to Kel:: Nah, doesn't bother me - at least, not unless he passes gas again. Are you sure he didn't die?
The snoring gave it away, though he reasoned it could have been something like a death rattle. Niac made his way to the door.
Niac: I'll see you two...you three back on the ship. And I'll make sure to alert Engineering that the air quality is likely to plummet.
The dog made another sound of contentment from both ends and Quentin raised a hand to swipe in front of his face a few times, his nose wrinkling. Kel buried his face in his hands.
Beck: Maybe we should tell Jack we've got a new biological weapon we can launch in the next skirmish.
[End scene for Beck!]
Lieutenant Commander Quentin Beck, MD, FASFS
Chief Medical Officer
USS Ronin NCC-34523
A238810SA0