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Side Sim - Event Horizon Station - Well... Here We Are

Posted Jan. 26, 2021, 2:35 p.m. by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (FedSec Agent) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Side Sim - Event Horizon Station - Well… Here We Are

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Side Sim - Event Horizon Station - Well… Here We Are
The medical ward on Event Horizon was quiet at that hour. Three nurses sat at the central desk surrounded by twelve Surgical Rehabilitation rooms, of which three were occupied. It was just after the night shift came on that the doors slid open and a familiar form to the nurses came through holding a tray of three covered mugs in a metal hand. “Fine night, ladies. The weather is great, ain’t it?” rolled the hillbilly drawl they had come to find appealing. Giggling, the Charge Nurse said “What is it this time, Micah? Klingon coffee? Deltan tea? Maybe some Vulcan concoction we haven’t heard of?” and she smiled as Micah approached the desk and set the tray down. “Nope, Andorain hot chocolate.” and the three gasped. “What? Seriously?” the Charge Nurse whispered. “How did you get that on the station? It’s illegal, Micah.” Pikelsimer laughed and said “Who you gonna call? The cops?” and he smiled at her and she shook her head as she came around the desk to pick up the tray. “You are gonna make me fat with all these sweets, Agent.” and she smiled at him and picked up the tray and turned around to go back behind the desk. A noticeable smack issued forth as the non-metal hand made contact with the nurse’s backside and she let forth a soft squeal. “Good woman always has a bit goin’ on in the back, Lola.” and he blew her a kiss and walked over to one of the rooms. The nurse shook her head and blushed simultaneously and then passed out the contraband drinks.

Micah slowly opened the door and went inside. The was single bed in the room, on which lay a human male. He appeared to be sleeping, so Micah simply sat down in the chair next to him and looked at him.

He was healing nicely… especially considering what he had been through. The empty ocular sockets Micah had first seen were now filled with some of the best cybernetic implants available. Many of the cuts and bruises had long since been repaired, but a few remnants of surgeries remained. Micah took a long breath and then said softly “You know, you have’ta be bored as hell just laying there.”

Pikelsimer, FedSec

A snort ensued before the skeletal form rolled over. To be fair he was on a constant nutrient drip and now that his stomach could tolerate solid food, he was starting to feel actually hungry. Turning his simulated grey eyes on Pikelsimer, Leroy grinned. “Completely. But then I try to move about and feel like I could sleep for another two days. I at least got them to let me attempt reading now that I’ve got the whole focusing thing done. You bugging the stuff again?”

~Leroy Strickland, S.I.

Pikelsimer grinned and said “Bugging? Hell, man… you seen that charge nurse? I’m trying to bribe, charm, and cajole my way into her quarters. That takes time, amigo. And a decent amount of sugar and caffeine. ” He looked over the man as he did from time to time and then said “Well, I can honestly say I have seen you look worse. Feel up for something solid? I just may have snuck you something from the little bistro they have on their promenade.” and he opened the small bag he carried with him and produced a small plastic box. Opening it, he set it on the man’s bony chest and handed him a fork. “Cheesecake. Homemade. And don’t worry. I talked to the doc on the Nightingale this morning and she said, and I quote, ‘If he wants to eat it, let him eat it. I don’t care what it is.’ So you get that down, and tomorrow I’ll bring you some of those Klingon worms. Make ya wish they hadn’t put your peepers back in.” and he chuckled. Leaning forward, he took the fork and stabbed a small bite and held it in front of Leroy. “Here ya go, bud. Down the hatch.”

Pikelsimer, FedSec


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