Hey Doc, Ya In?

Posted on Mon Jun 20th, 2016 @ 8:55pm by Alika Mahone
Edited on on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 6:52pm

Mission: Mission 1 - Bridges
Location: Sick-Bay
Timeline: MD 25 - 1000 Hrs
1510 words - 3 OF Standard Post Measure

Alika hadn't missed the mention of a doctor at the party. Running off into the heat of... whatever they were going to dive into almost required a medical man of some sort. When she noticed him at the party, the crinkly-nosed Bajoran did not strike her as the 'doctor-ly' type. Most of the doctors she was used to, however, tended toward a straight-laced, behind the scenes variety.

So, when she trotted into where she believed the sick bay would have been, she did so with an open mind to what she would find there. "Hey doc? Or not-doc-doc? Bruddah, where are you?"

Talon had just finished organizing the equipment he and Erim had procured from the station. He was highly satisfied with their efforts. Sick Bay was still not where it should be, but at least now it has potential. It was indeed a good starting point. He had just placed his ancient equipment in his office when he had heard the voice.

Talon exited his office an into Sick Bay to see the young, pretty and witty pilot that was at the party. He thought he had overheard that she may also understand several languages. Arching his brows, Talon greeted her. "Welcome to my place of operation," he punned. "How can I help you?"

The girl's brow rose as she immediately noted the pun that dared to cross her ears. Unamused, she deadpanned, "Cute. So cute I forgot to laugh." Her expression changed, brightening up as she hopped atop one of the med beds. "Well, Talon? Was it Talon?... I'd like a check-up, if you would, pretty please!"

Talon was amused at her youthful demeanor. She was intelligent, as she caught the pun. She seemed light and cheery. What was it with this ship? Over half the crew was a beautiful lady. He was beginning to think they were part of the Orion Cartels. Inwardly, he chuckled at the thought. He was tired of being alone, but if he were on a ship as that, it would be the same. If one had too many relationships ongoing, there was no intimacy. He would still be alone.

Most of the people For whom Talon had served didn't seek out regular checkups. In fact, they didn't seek him out unless something was wrong. Most didn't have a doctor associated with their settlements. This is why he constantly traveled from place to place. There were always more underprivileged that needed help.

"You must be former StarFleet," Talon assumed, due to the regular checkup. "You would be honored to know you're the first to make use of my recently procured equipment."

He removed a medical tricorder from its charging base and flipped the switch. As he did so, he asked, "Any pre-existing conditions I should know about? And by the way, you may call me Joss; it's my given name, just as yours is Alika if I'm correct."

Alika shrugged. The idea of having a regular check-up came not from Starfleet, but from the brother she was currently ignoring. It would not take him long to receive the message, and it would take him a much shorter time to attempt to send one of his own. She had to bounce her's off countless waves and bases in order to tell him to eff off, but his threatened 'connections' would come back to haunt her eventually.

The hope was that 'eventually' would occur after they left the spacedock. That would have been something to tell Rueben. "Joss then. Guess I am recent Starfleet, though I wouldn't consider a two-year span of training with a one to two month haul in a snooze-y freighter 'recent Starfleet.' It's a big drag, is what it is."

It was not the best reaction she could have had, if only due to the thought of her brother coming down from where he was to drag her back to 'safety.' Her mind wandered from the conversation she wanted to have. She frowned, doubling back to focus. "Why d'ya ask, Doc Joss? I pop up in your 'legally' obtained goods? How'd you manage to get a hold of tech like this, anywho?"

Talon was finding Alika to be a likable young lady. Fun to listen to, although not exactly placing the cultural dynamics of her speech. He remembered from the party how she spoke to the Erim and the Bolian female, pointing out his interest in her. He had noticed the Bolian's cheeks turning bluer. Inwardly, he laughed at the thought.

He turned on the power to the tricorder and began to scan Alika. "Just a routine question," Talon answered her. "If I get any abnormal readings on the tricorder, then I have a good idea as to why."

Looking down to check the readings, Talon answered her other question. "We were able to obtain some new technology through the efforts or our good Bolian friend. Erim was a huge help in getting it. I haven't used technology this new since medical school."

"Huh." Alika looked him up and down again, determining that Talon was... okay. He looked older than she expected, though that may have had to do with his little nose ridges. The perception of him in her head was shattered the moment he mentioned medical school, though she should have expected it. Doctors didn't self-proclaim their qualifications. Usually. "I shouldn't have anything weird like that. If I haven't picked anything up during my last exam, I probably haven't now."

She grinned at the mention of Erim. "You mean the cutey who was turning more shades of purple than a beach sunset? Is that what he meant by 'multi-talented'? That's cool." Alika's words rang with an uncertain sincerity. It was pretty awesome that she could interact with someone with 'alternative lifestyles,' but thieves usually brought about some form of law enforcement, unless they were good. She'd have to ask Erim about that, but later. "How'd all that go?"

Talon grinned motioning to the medical equipment. "As you can see, quite successful. It's beginning to look more like a sick bay here." He chuckled.

It actually was a fun caper working with Erim. The two of them managed to relatively easily pull off the heist. It was the first Joss had done anything of the sort working with another individual. It was intense and fun. He enjoyed being the distraction for his new Bolian friend.

"We actually managed to get another ship put on quarantine and pulled a con over StarFleet." Talon enjoyed that fact the most. He didn't care much for them. An added plus was the look of fear upon the doctors' faces.

"A quarantine?" Alika leaned an elbow on her knee, staring intently at the doctor as he told his short tale. "Think Mr. Multi-Talent could con us more comfortable beds too? I didn't think the Connie class had morgue tables to lay on, but they must be bad for the back or something..."

For Talon, the former the better. His mattress was used and abused. Full of lumps that poked at his sides and back all night. Certainly, they could use an upgrade in the bedding area. His current bed would make entertaining a woman a very uncomfortable task.

"You're right about that," he agreed with Alika. "My back could use the firmness of a new mattress."

Talon slipped the reading glasses from his pouch and placed them on his face. He read the results from the recorded vitals. He forwarded Alika's recorded vitals to his personal PADD. He would open her file for future entries later.

"According to the readings, you are one healthy young lady," he declared.

"I'll have to convince Mr. Multi-Talent that we need to 'acquire' something comfy cozy then. I'm sure he'll agree." The two Bolians that Alika had met were agreeable sorts, so that spoke well for the rest of their kind. "If not, I can get Miss Chawat to help me convince him."

Resolute in her next step and completely oblivious to Talon's charismatic plans, the young Hawaiian grinned. "It's all good then! I'm glad. Didn't wanna hafta tell Boss that I'd need a small reprieve before we took off from the dock." She gave pause, frowning curiously. "Are there any other questions for me, Doc?"

Talon rubbed the earring hanging from his ear. "Yes, it appears as if you did a decent job of matchmaker there," he teased. "As for me, you look fine, your vitals are good, no more probing questions for you."

"Good t'know." Hopping off the table, she beamed at the Bajoran. He seemed the agreeable sort, and not above using underground means to get what he needed. Maybe he was ... alright. "I'll hafta make regular visits, but not for medical things. Other things. Like that stylish earring, kind of things."

"Sorry," Joss added with a smile, touching the earring. "This is a family heirloom. If you come across any good mattresses, let me know."

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Talon Joss
Doctor
SS Mary Rose

Alika Mahone
Pilot
SS Mary Rose