Recover, Recuperation and... Revenge?

Posted on Mon Sep 5th, 2016 @ 11:33pm by Lieutenant Commander Siivas McKenzie & Lieutenant Velth Andurean
Edited on on Mon Sep 5th, 2016 @ 11:33pm

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Mission: Taking Chances
Location: USS Bonne Chance, Deck 6, Sickbay
Timeline: 2265

Siivas was up and moving around but he was going slow and careful, especially under the watchful eye of Nurse Bligh. The Head Nurse was rather strident and loud, two thing Siivas couldn't counter at the moment, if he took it too quickly and hurt himself. And since she had keyed him when he'd been down and unable to defend himself, now she was monitoring him all the time.

It was like being at home. He smiled fondly and sent her a pulse of warmth before lowering himself slowly and gently into his chair. Since walking and standing were still a goal to attain and not a current achievement, sitting and doing paperwork were going to have to be his accomplishments today. He was, he admitted, also a touch jealous of the captain who's "normal human" dossier belied a completely "not human" internal structure. Oh it looked and breathed and beat and palpitated correctly but Siivas, who had as much medical experience as every person with even basic qualification and on up added together he looked like he'd been rebuilt from scratch.

Oh the grafts had been done extremely well, the muscular and ligament insertions had been masterful, the technique surpassed anyone he knew of in this day and age. But that just meant it had happened by someone he didn't know about and that intrigued him. And if Siivas had a failing, besides being horny, a terrible meddler in other people's love lives and having just a smidgen too low a regard for standard medical ethical standards, it was that he was too damned curious for his own good.

Patrick O'Connor was a conundrum to him and like a cat, he desperately wanted to see what was in the box.

Just then a certain green-skinned Kolari/Vulcan hybrid duelist plopped down across from him with a wide smile and leaned forward waaay into Siivas personal space, resting his chin on his hands like they were 'an item'. His body language practical screamed it. Siivas. for his credit, merely though ~And speaking of the 'box'.~

"Xian let you in here didn't she?" Siivas asked him deadpan, like a cat that had been dunked in cold water and then had its tail stepped on.

"She has a weak spot for romance," Andurean explained blithely. "Which she thinks you and I are having and far be it for me to deny her the fantasy that will provide her endless hours of giggling fan-girl squeals."

"So you're a manipulator," Siivas said dismissively and looked down at his padd.

Which disappeared from his grasp almost immediately, yanked away by Andurean who set it aside out of Siivas' reach. As Siivas looked up to glare at him mildly, he continued pleasantly, "I do what I must to reach my intended goals Amnyeth?" The last phrase spoken in a secret version of the Deltan language spoken by the Priesthood. "Besides, the Kolari have a saying your people should have taken credit for: "Friends are merely enemies that know too many secrets about one another to gain significant advantage and who would face mutual annihilation should there be imbalance."

Siivas stared at Andurean for a long moment and then snorted, chuckled and winced and moaned. Andurean was up and across the desk in a flash, an arm around his shoulders to help it needed. Siivas looked up, "I could kill you right now you know."

"My serpent would kill you and everyone else he could reach before they killed him if you did," Andurean responded, their faces a few inches apart. Siivas searched Andurean's eyes for a moment and through the physical contact, probed the edges of Andurean's shields. Andurean allowed his outermost shield to become transparent, showing the truth of his intentions of friendship and... the shadow of something else?

"Just so," Siivas nodded and glanced at the serpent, who looked bored by all of this mammal play. "How does something with the brain the size of a peanut communicate all that?" he asked Andurean, watching the snake.

"I'm pretty sure he's asked me that several times about people we mutually know," Andurean replied drily.

Siivas grinned, in spite of himself and nodded and chuckled softly, wincing only a little. "Kissing me was a mistake," he said a moment later as Andurean let go and went back to his seat. "You might be influenced."

"Last time we checked Deltan chemophores had no effect on us beyond the moment," Andurean replied. "Part of it's the copper-base and part," he stroked the serpent, "not all of me is humanoid."

"So are you asking for an alliance or something more?" Siivas asked.

"I'm asking for tolerance," Andurean replied. "If we become friends or allies, I wouldn't be unhappy." He deepened the green in his face a little and his mind clamped down.

Siivas however smelled it.

And smiled slightly.

 

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