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Captain's Office - side sim

Posted Jan. 14, 2019, 12:46 a.m. by Captain Kelly Shultz (Commanding Officer) (Kate O'Neill)

Posted by Captain Alexxander Ryley (Chief Medical Officer) in Captain’s Office - side sim

Posted by Captain Alexxander Ryley (Chief Medical Officer) in Captain’s Office - side sim

Posted by Captain Kelly Shultz (Commanding Officer) in Captain’s Office - side sim
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Ryley rolled over and stared at the ceiling in concentration. His gruff bearded face screwed up in darkness as his brain tried to work out what had woken him, instinctively he reached a hand down under his covered to his bad leg. Years of pan waking him in the night made it almost habit. But there wasn’t any pain, at least none that the hypo before bed hadn’t dealt with.

He heard the noise of the computer and turning his head realised simultaneously that it was the sound of a message and also the cause of his consciousness at…glance to time…3am. This had better be good or someone was going to be murdered.

=^= computer play message.=^= he yawned and allowed his head to flop back onto his pillow, eyes closed so he could hear whatever inane noise this was then go back to sleep.

=^= ALLEXXANDER JAY RYLEY!=^= they message began and as if some ad sent a shock of electricity through his spine Ryley jumped upwards from his prone position and stared in abject horror. =^= How dare you not answer me Alexxander, you know fine well it is me calling. Four years we assume you are dead and what do I find you are alive and not only that you are just swanning around the galaxy. No time to so much as call your own mother? Well that is not how you were raised and another thing…=^=

The message continued but Ryley wasn’t really listening, he knew that voice and that tone, it meant only one thing, his mother.

=^=…and I can tell you that this Klingon ship is not at all sanitary but it was the only one going in your direction and so I’m about 5 hours away. You and I need to talk.=^=

Again with a start Ryley jumped up from the bed and tangling in the blankets fell onto the floor with a lot of swearing and a short oof noise. His mother! Coming here? That wasn’t happening, no way not at all. Normally he foisted his parents off saying he was too busy or just ignored them when they came but this was totally different he couldn’t get away from her here and the sounds of it meant she was nearly upon him!

The message had ended by the time Ryley disentangled himself and stood panting from the effort in his pyjama bottoms. He ran a hand through his hair in exasperation then froze as he considered how long it actually was…and the beard.

He scowled, refused to cave. He was a grown man dammit. A grown man who was about to cut his hair p, trim his beard and find a dammed uniform!! Sleep was now totally out of the question.

It was therefore and hour or so later a very tidy looking Ryley, his hair and beard both trimmed and brushed and well within regulation standards in a variant of the medical uniform and a white and grey med dept standard isssued lab coat, that headed along the corridors to the turbo lift. Ignoring the expressions of those crew member who saw him to warn someone of the approaching doom.

Ryley
MD

Rolling his entire head around on his shoulders Ryley stood before the Captains office door and pulled the uniform collar away from his throat. He hated these stupid things. Picking.up hia cane he jabbed the door chime harshly.with the bottom and waited, fidgiting with the sleeves of the labcoat and scratching at his neck.

Ryley
MD

“Come in,” Kelly half yelled and half spoke. As Ryley entered he would see Kelly in an oversized sweatshirt with the logo Lunar Grays emblazoned across the front along with a football textured like an asteroid. The half-smiling gray alien holding the ball had a finger up giving a thumbs up type sign since it only had four fingers. She was in a pair of workout pants but clearly was not going to the gym. Instead, she was balancing on the back of the couch and struggling to hang garland on the wall near the ceiling. “Just give me a minute,” she half grunted pressing a hook into the wall as she concentrated on the wall instead of who was going to be entering her quarters.

Captain Kelly Shultz

Ryley blinked as he stood and watched Kelly, after a second or so admiring the view so to speak Ryley limped forward and picking his cane up turned it and used the end to push the garland closer to the hook. With his free hand he pulled at the stupid itchy uniform collar again and cleared his throat.

“You know it’d be sensible to get a ladder or even a stool. That couch tips and you’re going to break your neck.”

Ryley
MD

“Well that is why I have you as a medical chief,” Kelly half murmured admiring her work as she spoke. “If you can’t stitch us back together,” she said and then slowly turned around while still talking. “....oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” she blurted out and nearly fell off the couches back where she was precariously perched on. Grabbing the wall and bobbling about as if she was a 1950’s housewife that had just seen a mouse, Kelly took a moment to pursue her top doc. “Ryley why are you in uniform,” she asked in a tone that would have sounded more appropriate paired with the verbiage of ‘Ryley why are you buck naked.’ The shock was apparent on her face. The rigid dance of you are wearing a uniform/I am not wearing a uniform had been a tango the two had tripped since they met. For the life of Kelly, she could not figure out what would have possessed such as change of heart so to speak. It was obvious Ryley was not trembling in his size eleven boots from all the threats of what Kelly would do if he did not wear it. Only one thought went through her head. “Oh my God…are you....dying?”

Captain Kelly Shutlz

The retort was there on the tip of his tonguei don’t stick together idiots who self inflict injury falling off of furniture, natural selection and all that… but he did t get a chance to use it. Her response was expected perhaps but he scowled darkly nonetheless.

“What?!…No of course not! If I were why the hell would I be in your office rather than on a beach with skimpily clad people and mai-tai by the bucket.” He sighed and caught himself. “No. However I will probably wish I were by the end of this, it’d be easier for everyone.” Rolling his eyes, head and shoulders in his itchy annoying lab coat Ryley looked at her then at his feet, deflating like a WW1 zeppelin. “There’s a Klingon ship on the way to rendezvous with us…my mother’s decided she’s coming to visit.”

He looked up and fixed her with the full glare of his icy blue eyes, his expression daring her to laugh at him however they both knew that he had nothing to do should she rightly choose to do so.

Ryley
MD

“Oh…oh god,” Kelly looked at him with the same expression she would have if he had replied with ‘yes Captain I am dying and I have twenty minutes left to live.’ Kelly immediately stopped what she was doing and stepped off the couch. “What can I do for you besides the obvious of getting us a day drink?” Kelly’s expression showed she completely understood what her CMO was going through at this moment. No adult in their right mind wanted their mother, no matter how close they were to their family, showing up on their ship like it was bring your kid to work day. “Oh, and telling her she is not allowed on board the Atlantis. I can’t do that but I probably can help you with whatever you are thinking about that drove you to my door for help.”

“Scotch,” Ryley said though technically he was on duty he didn’t care if she gave him synthetic or real at this point. “I don’t want your help skipper I’m warning you so that you don’t set your security hounds on me if I’m seen trying to stuff the old boot back into the ship she came off of.” He sighed as soon as he said it as though being true to his personality was chaffing on some sort of upbringing thing as much as his collar.

In Kelly’s experience, there were only two types of mothers: Mothers that thought you could do no wrong and mothers that thought you could do nothing right. Glancing at Ryley Kelly guessed it was the former. Ryley was gruff, grumpy, and acted liked at times like that retired neighbor who sat on his porch and yelled at the local kids to get off his lawn. She knew he would tone it down when speaking to his mother yet a grumpy mom he could probably handle. A mom that beamed about how darling he was as a baby or how he had posters up of Bob Ross as his hero and wore a beret as he painted when he was five would be harder to live down. As sympathetic as Kelly felt for Ryley her evil twin persona Nelly wanted the scoop from an over-doting mom. Nelly wanted Ryley’s mom to be an over-sharer and the kind of mom that thought her son could do no wrong.

Captain Kelly Shult

He waited looking awkward and tapped his cane, “oh don’t do that…” he said looking at her face. “Don’t wish for insider scoops and baby photos you can copy and display around the ship or something. She’s more like a section 31 operative than Mrs Doubtfire. However, she’s probably going to want to meet you and tour the ship…I can’t..” he chewed the inside of his cheek a moment. “I can’t walk about that far to do that.” He said matter of fact.

Ryley
MD

“You....can’t....walk,” Kelly said eyeing Ryley a bit suspiciously. There was not a doubt that her CMO did have mobility problems. Run a marathon probably not but with the proper motivation that man was an unstoppable force of nature. Kelly moved from across the room with the drinks back to Ryley. “I am sure we have a wheelchair,” Kelly said in a neutral tone. “If not I am sure Jacen can whip something up. He is handy. Now as to meeting her that is not a problem.”

Captian Kelly Shultz


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