Blue v. Green

Posted on Fri Oct 7th, 2016 @ 5:15am by

Mission: Mission 2 - Contagion
Location: Security Office
Timeline: MD04: 0800 hours
1117 words - 2.2 OF Standard Post Measure

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Olsam Mott swaggered into the ship's security office, though the swagger had less to do with personal style and more to do with adjusting to what he felt was the ship's uneven gravity. On a ship this old, he couldn't imagine it was installed with the latest in graviton-generation technology, and it showed. The swagger came to a stop almost the moment he entered the room, as it was far, far more expansive than any security office he'd ever seen on a Starfleet ship. Usually, they were small enough to just house the security staff together with the brig and everything else in separated spaces. Here, everything seemed jumbled together, which must have given rise to the computer calling it the "security complex."

With the brig cells right there, he felt himself becoming more alert and a pudgy hand went to the side holster containing his Dai-Matsa Consolidated's Polarized Phase Blaster MK IX, also known as "the PPB" or "the Mark Nine." Once he'd discovered exactly what sort of ship this was (in his [overactive] mind, it was a lawless haven of piracy and privateering) he'd purchased the weapon from a passing merchant freighter. He was assured it was "top of the line," as it came with a price tag that suggested such.

"Hello? Hello?"

Saija walked out from the lavatory zipping up his trousers. He was wearing leather-like pants tucked into leather combat boots that were a bit too fancy looking. He was wearing a leather-armor like vest with Klingon styled gauntlets on his forearms that served as finger-less gloves as well. A tactical holster was worn at his waist and a Romulan dirsruptor was holstered there. His long curly black hair was gathered into a loose tail with a few strands falling over his face. He had a small implant on his forehead right at his hairline and in his right ear was com-device.

"What do you want?" asked the Orion as he crossed his arms across his chest.

Olsam stared openly. He wasn't expecting an Orion, much less an Orion male. He managed to mutter a wow while eyeing Saija like a specimen in a zoo exhibit. Being face-to-face with an unrestrained Orion male seemed like a new experience for him, and the Bolian began shuffling his feet to move in a circle around him.

"I've never seen an Orion male out of captivity before. In fact, I've only ever seen one Orion male period, when I was a Starfleet delegate to a medical conference on Arlic IV. He was in a cage in the slave market." Olsam blinked and then shifted his gaze from Saija's body to his eyes. "He didn't look anything like you."

"I am thinner than most male Orions, and my mother was a General of her own fleet so I was given freedom at birth. I was trained by her Klingon lover in the art of war as well as by my sisters. I was allowed to grow my hair as a free Orion and I chose the implants I have. You circling around me tells me two things either you are scared of me or you are want to fight me, I can promise you that you won't win in combat and since most Bolians would rather hotly debate something than fight I know you are scared. I had a Bolian on my crew, she was my copilot, good woman, just always arguing about pointless things, hopefully I won't have to slap you like I slapped her. So, why are you here Doctor?"
As Saija spoke he pulled a dagger from a holster hidden in his disruptor holster and used the tip of the blade to pick dirt from under his finger nails to further intimidate the Bolian Doctor.

Olsam puffed up and blew air between his lips to highlight the absurdity of suggesting that he was scared or looking for a fight. He was rarely scared (the truth was he was a bit too dimwitted to have the sense to be scared), and he never actively looked for a fight. He left that up to Klingons and Nausicaans and the like.

"I'm here to report an intruder. There's a stowaway on the hull. I saw her through the viewport on Deck Nine."

Saija smirked, "Take me there now;" was all the Orion man said as he stowed his knife and grabbed a Starfleet tricorder that he bought off an Andorian trader.

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When they arrived at the appropriate viewport on Deck Nine, Olsam Mott gestured toward it. They had a fairly good view from here, if you angled yourself properly, to see down toward the deflector dish. And there, attached to the ship's structural support running between dish and engineering section, was a vaguely humanoid figure not unlike those found on the prow of old Earth sailing ships. Unbeknownst to Olsam, who obviously didn't recognize the connection, it had been placed there weeks ago by the crew as a sort of ornamentation.

"There it is. Look at it! Latched on like that, it's bound to be draining power, don't you think? I've heard of these sorts of parasitic space fauna, floating around until they find an energy signature to attach themselves to. It's really tacky behavior."

"Did you bother to scan it with a sensor device Doctor?" asked the Orion clearly annoyed by the Bolian who was supposed to be in charge of the crew's health.

Saija pulled his tricorder out and scanned the vaguely humanoid figure and rolled his eyes at the readings.

"It's a tritanium alloy coated in protective paint. It doesn't even have a power supply. A basic scan would have revealed that. Where did you get your degree from Doctor? Wasting my time with thinking I get to kick ass and no! Just another damn paranoid Bolian with nothing better to do! I have an armory to stock and weapons to secure for our survival Doctor the next time you need me take the time to scan the object in question first I am sure at whatever shitty Medical School you went to they at least taught you that much."

Saija was annoyed and did nothing to hide it. He pronounced the title 'Doctor' with heavy sarcasm. Without waiting for the Bolian to respond Saija turned on his heel and strutted back towards the turbolift hub muttering to himself in Orionese.

Olsam huffed and looked out the viewport, speaking to the lady perched on the hall, "How rude."

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Saija Rionuj
Security & Tactical Chief
SS Mary Rose

Olsam Mott, M.D.
Ship's Doctor
SS Mary Rose

 

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