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Replications and Implications

Posted on Sun Aug 18th, 2013 @ 4:16pm by Commander T'Vel & Lieutenant Darenth Rayoon (Viscount Linosi) & Lieutenant JG Korvin M'Rowl

Mission: Aftershock
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: 1200 Hours, Day 1
Tags: Korvin, Rayoon, T'Vel


"You forgot about it didn't you?" the holotransmitter at his belt chided.

"Oh Nikki, there you are. Did you figure out the issue with the power fluctuations?" It may have seemed a bit odd to be holding conversations with an ethereal data stream projecting from one's hip, but it drew Korvin no more questioning looks than his general appearance did.

"Don't you try to change the subject. You forgot about your physical, didn't you."

"Well... yes. What can I say? It just wasn't high on the list of things that had to get done right away."

Nikki tutted sadly. "And now you've gone and made the good doctor remind you and call you in."

That drew a snort from Korvin. "You make it sound as though he had to journey through the badlands in a shuttle pod and then battle a Gorn single handed armed with nothing but a toothpick and soup spoon. He called me on the intercom and asked me to come in. Nothing more."

"And what kind of officer makes their doctor do that?" Nikki pressed, clearly having fun at his expense now.

"A busy one," her companion purred back. "Now be nice to the medical staff. We're here."

Dr. Rayoon poked his head around the corner of his office, having been alerted by the sound of the opening door. Upon seeing Korvin, he grinned. "Hey! It's my favorite Caitian patient." He paused to chuckle at his own joke, knowing full well he was his only Caitian patient. Darenth collected a medical tricorder from a medcart as he crossed the space from desk to door. "You must be here for your physical. It's our favorite thing to do, you know. The only time we truly get to tortu-" He stopped short as the doors opened again.

"Murrrrrrr?" Korvin's ears perked and swiveled toward the sound of the opening sickbay door. "Ah, look who we have here. Seems I'm not the only one in need of a physical, perhaps?"

Halting her confident and purposeful stride just a few feet short of the security officer, Commander T'Vel gave him a short nod. "Far from it, Lieutenant," she said, "but it is most fortuitous that you are here as well." Inclining her head towards Doctor Rayoon as she clasped her hands behind her back, she asked, "I trust I am not interrupting anything too serious, then?"

"Not at all, Commander," Darenth replied, grin dropping from his face and all humor seeming to fly from his body language. Vulcan on deck, put on your game face, doc. "I was just about to administer Lt. M'Rowl's physical. Is there something I can do for you?"

"Pull up a seat," Korvin grinned. The mirth very seldom left his body language. "You can watch the doc wind the ball of yarn that keeps me going back up." The holoemitter clipped to his waist sighed, a noise that conveyed a great deal of eye rolling.

At the turn of phrase, T'Vel visibly frowned and her head cocked ever so slightly, yet she made no move to investigate the Caitian's words, more or less deducing the general meaning by his behaviour. "That will be quite alright, Lieutenant," she said to him, before addressing them both again properly. "You will have to forgive the intrusion, but I am going to have to request Mister M'Rowl's physical is postponed."

T'Vel now took a couple of steps forward. "You may or may not be aware of our current assignment, but Starfleet has tasked the Nimitz with taking a scientific observation team down to the surface of a planet with peculiar seismic activity that is on the brink of self-destruction. Whilst the scientific details elude me, I am aware that the science department has already taken to naming the planet 'Shaky'." With the way she enunciated the word, it was as if she had never heard of a nickname before. "Given the nature of the issues at hand, I've decided to bring you both along on the away mission. Doctor Rayoon, the reason for your presence should be relatively self-explanatory, but I feel that you, Lieutenant M'Rowl, have expert enough experience in the technical field to lend a number of skills prudent to the situation."

Darenth lifted an eyebrow at Korvin. He'd actually been in the middle of reading the captain's memo on the mission when the Caitian had come in; he'd expected to be asked to either go on an away team or select someone from Sickbay for the job but the presence of the tactical officer seemed like an anomaly. "Technical experience? No hostile natives down on Shaky, I hope."

Korvin gave Darenth a fangy grin. "I've been known to be useful in situations that don't involve shooting people on occasion." He nodded to T'Vel. "What's the drop time? I gather we'll need some kit. Not a full environment suit I hope. I hate those things. Always make me itch."

"Drop time is as soon as possible," T'Vel directed to the doctor more than the Caitian. "After spending a rather copious amount of time convincing our gallant commanding officer that she should not be the one to lead the away team, we have been left with little time to fulfil the mission parameters. Lieutenant, we will indeed be in full environmental suits. Given the nature of the planet and the various risks accompanying this venture, it is prudent to take such precautions. We will also be taking the shuttle."

"Murrrrrr... well then if you'll excuse me, I need to go replicate a suit. It's not the kind of thing we have just laying around." Korvin flashed another grin and made his way out with suitable haste.

The XO inclined her head towards Darenth. "Doctor, how long will it take for you to prepare your various equipments?"

"Roughly an hour. If the planet's going to be hell on our bodies then it's going to be hell on the equipment, too, so I'll have to dig around for some extra durable things. I can be in the shuttlebay at 1300 hours." He turned back to the medcart to replace his medical tricorder but stopped short, looking back at the XO. "Will you be leading the mission, then, sir?"

"Ma'am," T'Vel quickly corrected to the doctor, but did so fluidly as she moved on to say, "Yes, I shall be commanding the away team. Science officers will also be joining us down to the surface, but engineering is unable to spare any of their resources due to the recent technical complications. Given the nature of the mission, we expect to be down and back in a short period of time." An eyebrow raised, hearkening back to an earlier discussion. "Will this be a problem, Doctor?"

The doctor's jaw clinched at the ma'am comment and stayed that way. He had absolutely no problem with women in Starfleet, but he wished they'd all get together and decide once and for all how they'd like to be referred to when they were a superior officer. "Of course not, ma'am. I'm a Starfleet doctor, first and foremost." And, left unsaid, the implication of anything else sent his blood to boiling like the churning magma under Shaky.



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