Posted Nov. 30, 2019, 6:32 a.m. by Civilian Cai Taylor (Captain’s Brother) (Calé Reilly)
Posted by Lieutenant Drake Marshall (Emergency Medicine/Chief of Surgery) in Side sim: Between Two Pulsars
Posted by Civilian Cai Taylor (Captain’s Brother) in Side sim: Between Two Pulsars
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Mark Pierce (Chief Engineer) in Side sim: Between Two Pulsars
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Cai was kneeling on the floor with his mini PaDD connected to an access panel. His fingers flew across the screen entering code, he glanced up as if making sure drake was still keeping watch, “ok....What are we changing it to?” He askedCai
Drake tried to think as he would have when he was 16. A wicked smile crossed his face. “Jarvis’ 19th century surgery.”
-Drake Marshall
Cai grinned and quickly did as he was bid. He added some detail, a few blood soaked patients and gore. “How about surgery meets zombie apocalypse.” He said and entered the commands. The computer took the program changes and hastily he began to unconnected his mini PaDD.
Cai
“Stay hidden.” Drake whispered to Cai as he saw CE Pierce approaching. “What are you doing here? It takes two to fix a holodeck?” Mark’s nostrils flared. “There’s only one engineer present.”
The boy nodded and did as he was bid.
“That’s… not the case. NE Jackson went in a bit ago.” Mark stormed in and saw a 19th century operating room turned into a scene from Frankenstein as a dead patient began to stir. NEs Jackson and Prentiss were standing up against the back wall, dressed in bathing suits. “Is this your idea of a joke, Jackson?”
“No sir. I was using the holodeck, and-“
“SHUT UP!” NE Jackson made himself as small as possible. “I received a call about this holodeck malfunctioning. When I arrived, I was told you had gone in earlier, and based on what I see now, I can only hope it is still malfunctioning. Two weeks, you will be in Jeffries tubes or under the floor. I will send you out on every minor repair. If the water pressure in the Captain’s toilet is too low, that’s your problem. You will not be unaccompanied on your repairs, but you will be unassisted. Officers will be present to make sure you do your job. Perfectly. Get started.” He tossed Jackson the repair kit he had been holding. “Sir I’m off duty.” Mark had started to walk away and continued along his path saying only “Guess how much I care.”
When Mark emerged from the holodeck, he assured Drake that it would be repaired shortly. When the CE was gone, Drake returned to Cai. “That went well.”
-Lt(j.g.) Mark Pierce, CE/Drake Marshall
Cai had bit down onto his lip ring to keep from laughing. There was part of him that felt sorry for the old guy. A minuscule small part but a part none the less. He gave Drake an appraising look. “You know…you aren’t actually that bad. I mean as far as adults go.” He added.
Cai
Drake sat down on the floor next to Cai. “Adults suck. When I was your age, I was starting at the Medical Academy, hoping things would be better in San Francisco than in New York. All it really did was push my brother away, make my mother resent me, and dad… he was a little too dead to have an opinion. I felt alone and angry. Took me a long time to shake that. Look, if anyone gets you here, it’s the doctor no one wants to talk to until they’re hurt. Oh. And a little proof.” He pointed to a small scar on his nose. “Homebrew piercing. Ages 13-20. Had to take it out for Starfleet reasons.”
-Drake Marshall
Cai considered him. “Why does your mother resent you? Aren’t moms, like, supposed to be proud of that sort of stuff?” He seemed genuinely to be questioning that idea.
“And as for no one wants to talk to you till they are hurt, you could like try being a little less abrupt. I mean even the crypt keeper is polite and more welcoming that you are. I mean granted you get the impression if you fall into his clutche s you’d likely never get away again but with you it’s like drive through medicine. Fixed and out the door while you’re still processing the readouts on what’s wrong with you from short term to long term memory. So all they get is you being quick and abrupt, no memory of the fact you were good at your job or whatever.”
Cai
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