My hypo-fu is superior

Posted on Thu Jul 14th, 2016 @ 5:34am by Captain Charybdis MacGregor & Lieutenant Commander Siivas McKenzie & Captain Patrick O'Connor
Edited on on Thu Jul 14th, 2016 @ 5:35am

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

Patrick passed through the sickbay doors to the a slew of noise. Pig-like squeals and argumentative bellowing clearly indicated the Tellarite was in the sickbay, seemed to still be injured and of all things, was putting up a fight. There were some other voices too, raised in defiance,the sound of something smashing and then two heavy thuds in quick succession followed by Siivas' unmistakable roar, "SHUT UP 'r so 'help me guid m' gonna shave yuir ass as gleamin' as me pate an glue ye tae jeffries tube!"

Siivas spun and smiled happily. "Ah Captain, pardon tha' mess, jus' cleanin up a bit."

"Captain!" the Tellarite squealed from the bed and that was all he got out. Without even looking, Siivas hand lashed out and spun the hypo and slammed it into the fuzzy humanoid's chest. The Tellarite was out instantly. Siivas' never broke his smile and with a spinning flourish, holstered the hypo back onto his belt like it had been a knife.

S'tal, the Vulcan, re-entered the main medical bay and with a grunt bent down and picked up a Nausicaan and threw him to one of the Sulamid like he was a sack of grain. The large purple tentacle mass caught the Nausicaan, seemed to consider dropping it on it's head for a moment and noticing the captain, instead slithered into the back recessed of the medical facility like a slimy squirmy nightmare creature retreating with a meal. The blonde Vulcan picked up another one, tossed him over her shoulder and turned, banging his head into the corner of a bulkhead with a dull .

"Cap'n," she nodded and turned again, smacking the same Nausicaan's head against the same bulkhead again and carried him into the back.

Patrick took things in stride. While things looked like a high school recreation of Frankenstein's lab, he figured the doctor had everything in hand. "Doctor, I was hoping to get information from the survivors. I see the Tellerite will be of no use for several hours now, so when might I hear from the other? And what can you tell me in regarding to their condition?"

"Tis a light dose a 'eavy tae shut 'im up til we get 'im patched an out'ma sickbay," Siivas was still a tad angry, his Scottish accent so thick you could cut it with a steak knife. "By th'time I get'im 'ealed up 'e'll be conscious agin. Ye wan'tae know 'bout the Crabs, we kin get tha'," he nodded towards the back where the two unconscious Nausicaans had been taken.

Patrick suppressed a chuckle. "Aye doctor, I would very much like some information from them. I suspect they are working for the Orion Syndicate. Are they able to be moved? I think Lt Celes might be able to get me the answers I need from them."

"Oh aye," he gestured in that direction negligently without looking, "ahem, yes, then can be moved without any trouble." Now that the red of rage was fading from the Deltan's face and his ears were returning to normal colors and you could see his red eyebrows, his language became less unruly. One could also tell, fairly plainly, that he looked "tired". "If she fails to get the right responses from them, since the usual tactics don't work on Nausicaans and they're resistant to all but the most dangerous neurotoxic compounds, she'll have to be rather inventive in her methods to... encourage... the right behavior." He smirked slightly, "Did you know Nausicaans hate Deltans captain?"

Patrick gave him a look of surprise. "I was unaware that anyone hated your people."

"Yes, its true. They despise us with great passion. Not only because we were in space and were more advanced than they were, not only because we tended to defend ourselves and our friends rather vigorously against them but because we know how to make them... pliant." His grin was almost sadistic in its evil, "They're very resilient, passionate and have great stamina captain. Its really too bad that such a species is so... aesthetically challenged...

"Well doctor, I will make certain that Yuna is made aware of your ability to get information from this pair. Now, seeing as it may be a bit of time before I get answers from them, when might I be able to speak to the two survivors? Perhaps this one here," he said as he pointed to the human male on the biobed.

He turned to check as Xian was putting tools back on the tray and nodded. He flipped out his hypo, popped in another ampoule and with a certain flair, hit the Tellarite in the side of the neck with the injection.

It came up like it went down, mid-stream, "Captain I need to speak with you about your medical crew! SAVAGES I say, SAVAGES! How can a Starfleet vessel be run so poorly? How can your command be so shoddy that you allow this kind of behavior?"

Siivas, silent and smiling broadly, thumped the hypo-wand against his palm, the ampoule already changed out. He was letting the captain get a taste of what he'd been putting up with and was waiting for Patrick to give him the nod to put the furry porkchop down again.

Patrick was no novice when it came to the Tellerite's. He found them almost comical in the amount of complaining they seemed to do. Nothing was ever good enough for a Tellerite. And, giving a sigh, he spoke, "You haven't seen savagery just yet. But if you'd like it arranged, I believe the doctor has some Malcusian fire beetles that need feeding, and they do so love the succulent saltiness of Tellerite flesh. Or perhaps you'd like to consider behaving a bit more civilized?"

The Tellerite snorted. "Captain, I like you. So few of your kind can take a joke. How can I assist?"

"I'll start with who you are and how you managed to survive whatever it was that happened to your ship."

The Tellerite shifted a bit. "I am Gral, helm officer and XO. And I survived because I was in engineering when the slime boarded us. We were wise enough to get into the EVA suits in hopes that somebody might come along and save us, and I was right." He snorted some more. "Now why am I being treated like a common thief!?!"

Patrick waived the doctor off. "Who attacked your ship, and where did they take it?"

"Who do you think? Those worthless Orions! Hoping to strip us bare, and we resisted, so they decided to take the ship as well. And I don't like having this hairless one hovering over me like a Tarkalian hawk."

Patrick nodded, and the doctor put the Tellerite back to sleep. Walking over to the doctor, "It would seem that we have hired help for Yuna to work over. And the Syndicate has decided to once again test our resolve. Doctor, I'll want you ready to go on an away mission in the morning. I'll fill you in then." Patrick began to walk out and then turned back to look at Siivas, "You really are a mad scientist just enjoying the ride aren't you?"

"Captain," Siivas looked shocked and dismayed but was clearly hamming it up a bit, "what ever gave you the idea I was a scientist?

Patrick chuckled and shook his head as he exited.

 

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