Posted Aug. 17, 2020, 5:34 a.m. by Mar. Captain Erve Manhattan (RTF Commander) (Jay Luistro)
Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Manhattan’s Office - Cobb makes a delivery
Posted by Mar. Captain Erve Manhattan (RTF Commander) in Manhattan’s Office - Cobb makes a delivery
Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Manhattan’s Office - Cobb makes a delivery
He wondered whether to call this meeting in the holodeck and arrive on horseback like the Pony Express. But instead he just rode into Manhattan’s office on a bad mood, parcel tucked under his arm like some kind of ticking time bomb.“Mr Manhattan,” he forewent any pleasantries to get straight to the matter at hand, “I have a delivery from the doctor. She would have brought it herself but she’s currently operating on one of your officers. Lt Synthi-er!”
- Captain Zachariah Cobb
Like a old man of the 20th Century, Erve raised his brows and lowered his glasses looking at the Captain with a confused face “Sorry?” He was compiling paperworks like in the past 20 days “What about my Lieutenant? She’s in surgery for what… Last time I saw her she was healthy like your fish, just to use a metaphor.” He chuckled still unconscious of the facts. Or what the Lieutenant should’ve had told him.
M. Capt. Erve Manhattan - RCO
“You leave my fish out of this, Manhattan,” Cobb growled. He was angry and no amount of fish-talk could save the RTF Chief right now. “And from what I hear, the last time that you saw her, which was one of your training sessions I believe, you left her with several broken ribs, one of which damned near punctured her lung!”
He squared off against the other man. “Now what the hell kind of training session leaves an officer in such a condition, eh? What the hell are you training them for? Resuscitation?”
The good Captain stared the other captain for a moment. He didn’t knew what to say because he just started to connect the puzzle. Then as he understood the whole situation he gave a deep sigh, backed on the seat rest and face palmed repeating continuously and under his voice “Damn damn damn damn!” I’m going to skin off Casela, you damn moron! he thought before clearing his glasses and return to the Captain’s question “No, sir. It was meant to be a sane training without too much injuries. I haven’t beaten her that hard! I measured my hits with precision as I knew she had bruises and injuries before the training. Indeed I sent her to Medbay before she could enter the holodeck, sir.” He knew now that she may haven’t never told the Doc she had broken ribs from the standoff with the XO. This way even the controlled hits of Manhattan could have caused internal bleeding or some sort of scramble that could have damaged her internal organs.
Then finally remembering the parcel, he thrust the brightly decorated box into Manhattan’s arms. “And this is from the doctor. Although if it were up to me she’d be baking you a cake made out of lead.”
- Captain Zachariah Cobb
“A box?” He took the box and stood up to grab a knife among the collection “I guess you don’t know what it contains…” he gulped a bit scared of the content. He used the tip of the knife and opened the box carefully.
M. Capt. Erve Manhattan - RCO
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