Posted by Lieutenant Kate O’Neill (Chief of Security) in CMO security Check in

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Pongo Bubbles (Chief Medical Officer) in CMO security Check in

Posted by Lieutenant Kate O’Neill (Chief of Security) in CMO security Check in
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“I’m scared of heights,” Kate shrugged and then got a smile. “I also love being chased. Okay lame and silly but nothing gets your heart pumping like a relay race or a game of freeze tag. Little more stressful during a real-life event but stress also makes you think less clearly. This is the best way I can simulate a real-world event because sometimes you are in an Alamo. =/\=Computer set program ‘Indy Jones chased by Natives to seaplane’ =/\= Kate requested. Instantly instead of pirates, was a score of tribal natives with blow guns. Kate and Pongo’s clothes were transformed into a white shirt, tan pants, and fedora tailored to fit thier bodies. They also each for a battered brown fedora. “Ready,” Kate said feeling her heart beat a bit faster.

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Pongo cheered and settled the fedora on his head. Furry arms waving above his head, “YOU HAVE BUMBAHBAHS” with the enthusiasm of a five year old child finding out you knew of his favorite toy, and played with them too!

“Bumbahbah’s,” Kate said slowly cocking on eyebrow. Okay what did the guest lecturing pretty boy Bordeaux say in the diplomacy for idiots seminar I had to take, Kate thought to herself. Even now she could not remember anything about that class except staring at how white Bordeaux’s teeth were and how he perched half on the corner of the table and half off as he lectured them about what to do and what not to do when meeting alien species. She seemed to recall something about jumping to conclusions and her mind was so jumping. Bumbahbah’s, bumbahbah’s, bumbahbah’s, she said over and over in her mind. Not knowing exactly what Pondo was referring to Kate relied on what always worked: manners. “Yes, I do,” she said albeit a bit slower but nodding encouragingly.

Pongo checked over the stuff as he got ready for whatever was about to happen, and looked saddened for a moment, “no Whip?” Then Pongo wiggled his bare feet.

“Well the movie was rated PG 13,” she said before realizing exactly what he meant. “Oh bullwhip. =/\=Computer two bullwhips that attach to the belt,=/- she ordered and instantly they appeared.

“Hovedios, I don’t speak Hovedios, do you?” Pongo asked with a giggle, all the while humming a very familiar tune that sounded like Bum Bum bumpah, bump bah bah. “Are we racing each other, or helping each other?”

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“Oh…oh yes. I mean no. No, I don’t speak it,” Kate turned bright red instantly figuring out what bum bum bumpah was in the moment he sang the words instead of saying it. Thank you, Bordeaux. You so could have just cost me a trip to HR, she smiled and looked down letting her cheeks return to their original color. “And hell yes we are working together,” she laughed looking at him. “Start the plane, Jock. Jock start the plane,” she yelled out before starting a mad dash to the forest.

Instantly one hundred natives were now hot on their heels as they raced for the river and the waiting seaplane.

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“Ohhhhh!” Pongo snagged the whip and lurched forward towards the waiting trees. Comical, that word covered a broad spectrum of things. One of which was the short legged side to side wobbling, behind wiggling run of the CMO. His feet slapped the ground as he went as fast as his short little legs could carry him. His arms were above his head. Not in fear but to keep them from smacking into things. Mostly under his breath as he ran, he giggled as they dodged darts and arrows, “No lady, you call him Doctor Bubbles!”

Lt Commander Pongo Bubbles, MD, CMO

Kate broke out laughing and then stumbled over a have unearthed tree root. This program was not going the way she had planned but it was more fun than she ever expected. It was in no way, shape, or form polite to laugh at the way Pongo ran but in no way, shape or form could one not be mesmerized by his gait and how fast his cadence could cover the terrain. For a wobbly guy, he was one fast sucker. “Cheese and rice,” Kate blurted out falling on her hands and knees. Instantly she was back up but the small bobble had given the natives the edge they needed. It also put Kate in the path of the blow darts. “Mother duckers,” Kate said feeling one of the poison-tipped arrows wiz by her head. I hope they are not made of jello, Kate grumbled and took off in the direction she had last seen Pongo run. “Pongo, Pongooooooo,” Kate called out. Yes she was the one being chased but this was also supposed to be a test of team work and right now the dynamic duo she started with had droped to the team of Numero Uno.

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The furry arm dropped from unseen in the foilage snagging the security chief by the belt in the rear.

“Oh gaaaaawwwd,” Kate yelped as she felt her feet leaving the ground. The movement was so fast, Kate did not have time to react. She could only go with it and try to get her bearing when she stopped moving.

The fact that he snagged off the ground and curled her up his shoulder was only slightly more impressive by the fact that he was hanging from the other arm. “Hold one, we go fast now” Pongo grinned, giveing her all of five seconds to catch her breath and grip before he went swinging through the trees covering meters instead of feet with each movement. At times completely flying through the air. Dressed in armor with rifles his people might have been terrifying to the Cardassians that invaded their jungle home.

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“Go,” Kate said making a slight spitting sound after the word. “Go how,” she said making another series of spitting sounds as she moved her face to the side. Pongo’s fur was as soft and luxurious as Kate thought it would be. Secretly she had wanted just once to stroke his arm and feel the orange softness but one did not just go about stroking other sentient beings without permission. Kate however in her daydreaming never thought she would be face first in his fur. Finally getting her face clear of the fun blocking her vision and filling her mouth, she looked around.

“Um are you sure you can hoooooold meeee,” Kate said feeling Pongo start to swing between the branches. It was not hard for kate to hold on. She was not one for hieghts and it was as if her body knew exactly what to do: wrap her legs around his waist and hold on for dear life. Kate let out a nervous laugh feeling the wind whip past her face and ripple Pongo’s fur as they picked up speed in the trees. “I think we lost them,” Kate said looking back behind her. As if on cue the space in front of them filled with spears coming up from the forest floor ready to shis kakbob them

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Pongo was far from afraid, in fact he seemed exhilarated and at home swinging through the trees towards the river. The plane and Jock that was safety for them both. There were points that the height bothered chief of security might truly have tinged towards panic as neither hand for foot of the Tuan touched a branch, it fact it was as if they were flying between the trees as he would launch himself, and tuck into an almost ball to cover great leaps of distance. When the sudden flurry of spears and darts found them once again. Pongo swatted them aside with branches or his bare hands as he went.

“Okay one more really big leap, can you swim Kate?” Pongo asked as they left the cover of the trees and were sailing through the air over the open river.

Lieutenant Commander Pongo Bubbles, MD, CMO

“Yes when the occasion calls for it,” Kate said. She was more worried about the first part of his utterance. It was then Kate saw the end of the trees and what looked like a sheer drop off from her vantage point. If she wasn’t holding on for dear life Kate could have lifted her head and looked to see what Pongo was talking about. Unfortunately for Kate the fight or death grip response had kicked in. If by some chance this had been real life and Pongo died hanging onto a tree Kate would not have had the mental fortitude to let go of the grip she had on the Taun. A bubble of hysterical laughter erupted from her lips as the mental image of two intrepid adventurers 100 years in the future looked up into the trees and asked themselves ‘How the hell did to skeletons manage to hang from the trees in that position and why was one still clinging to the back of one’. The idea of her illustrious career in Starfleet ending as a foot note in some archeological excerpt had Kate laughing so hard she was almost in tears. Only the words really oh leap pulled her back from her daydream.

“Pongo. Pongo we can end the program,” Kate said hurriedly not sure if she was fast enough to materialize on the deck plates or end up in a tribal river.

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If Kate wanted to end the program without getting wet that was not an option that was going to exist for more than another minutes. The wind rippled through the golden fur, and despite her ‘death grip’ the basic strength of the Doctor was obvious as beneath the soft fur and padded layer muscles rippled in response to his movements, and like a mother cradling a small child, the smaller officer, pulled the security chief around his own body, to put himself between the Hoviedos and the security chief. His teeth flashed in a grin as the last swing took them into an even higher arc out over the water. It was literally about to be sink or swim time as Pongo propelled them as far as possible over the water towards Jock and the waiting seaplane. Pongo could hear the engines roaring, and the plane was moving. It would be a matter of timing and precision to make the plan now. This might also have changed Kate’s opinion of Pongo versus the pirates he knew he couldnt sword fight so was moving into the trees where he had an advantage not running away.

Lieutenant Commander Pongo Bubbles MD, CMO

“Cheeeeeeeeeeeese annnnnnnnn riiiiiiiiiiiice,” kate screamed as she felt the sensation of the free fall from the tree. It was a strange feeling. For a second she seemed to be just hovering in the air as if the gravity of the ship had malfunctioned. Secretly she loved that feeling. It felt like flying however like all good things it came to an abrupt halt. The floating sensation rapidly turned onto the gut twisting feel of plummeting down the tracks of a roller coaster only there were no cars or safety bars to restrain one. With all the grace of a drunken flying squirrel in a body cast kate spread her limbs out as if any of the hoped to find something solid to grab onto. The resulting belly flop sounded like a cannon.

Kate took a few seconds to recover before she kicked to the waters surface. “What is wrong with you?” She yelled laughing. “From now on you are not Pongo but joe from might joe young. Look it up,” she splashed some water at him. It was then the barrage of arrows began to plunk around them form the natives.

“Start the plane jock. Start the plane,” kate took off swimming and doing a decent job of imitating Johnny Weissmuller. She did not worry about the Taun’s water buoyancy. She was sure he could handle himself after there trapeze act through the jungle.

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The taun bobbed to the surface an began swimming towards the plane with a grin. glancing back towards the Hoveideos Pongo gave out a little growl roar sound with a flash of teeth that showed they were much larger than expected orignally. The fang incisors were a flash of danger then the golden furred alien giggled ruining the intimidation as he swung up onto the water planes pylon with a Tarzan like lord of the jungle wooop as well, and then handed Kate the golden Gato, “No me Pongo, you Kate”

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Kate reached up with one hand to have Pogo help her up to the base of the floating plane. At this point whose strongest was to something she was going to play. The officer had swung her from the seat of her pants through the trees like she was a yo yo. He could easily swing her onto the plane. As she was pulled up next to him Kate smiled. =/\=Computer end program =/\= she said. As the room slipped from jungle river to black walls with yellow stripes Kate ran a hand through her wet hair. “Too bad the program doesn’t dry you off huh. So you wanna get dried off and meet me in the mess hall. We can get something to eat and hang out in a less rigorous environment.”

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Pongo flashed another grin and nodded. Flinging water from his fur as he did so. “That was fun, I love to swing in the trees, it is so freeing. Are you okay Kate O’Neill you seem to dislike the heights, I could hear your heart racing, and yes we can meet in the mess hall, I will need a good meal after that workout?” Replied Pongo after a moment, then he stood and stretched not that it changed much, he even standing he was not much taller than Kate was seated.

Lieutenant Commander Pongo Bubbles MD, Chief Medical Officer