An Orion in Medical

Posted on Thu Oct 20, 2016 @ 5:52pm by Lieutenant Commander Arrda & Commodore Michael Aravan & Lieutenant Phen Caticasse & Vashkele

Mission: An Orion to Die For
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: MD 2 || 1330 Hours

The two female Security guards escorted the Orion woman into the Sickbay, still extremely watchful... especially given that the Chief Medical Officer was a male. It was well known what Orion females' pheromones could do to males of any species, and they weren't taking the chance that his might be an exception to that rule. They led her to an empty biobed and called the doctor. One kept her eyes solidly on the prisoner while the other watched the people around them in case the woman affected any of them.

Vash kept her mouth shut as she was led to Sickbay, but her emerald green eyes took in everything and missed nothing. So far, her plan was on track and she waited for the opportunity to present itself in the form of the 'gift' that she had given to the Commander. Now to wait for the meeting after they inhibited my pheromones, she thought with a mental laugh.

Finn showed up a few moments after they had. He had orders to give out before getting to this particular patient. He showed up after a moment or two with the usual medical equipment. Perhaps most notably, he carried a single hypospray in one of his coat pockets. Lorillians were spacers, though, and from a near by sector. He had a healthy distrust for Orions. He even spoke a bit of Rigelian, which was as close to speaking Orion as he cared to get. "Okay," He said as he stepped up to the biobed and looked at the officers for a moment, before shaking his head. "Phen Caticasse," He motioned to himself, and then to the Orion. "I'm sure you know the usual drill here," He said lightly, motioning for the woman to come to the edge of the bed. "Hypo for inhibitors, then I'm going to take some scans and a blood sample." He explained as he pulled a pair of gloves onto his hands. "What's your name?"

"Vashkele," the petite Orion woman said as she locked her emerald green eyes on his for a long moment before she smirked. "I know of your species," she said. "A bunch of freighter tramps."

"Vashkele," He said with a grin, shaking his head lightly, "You say that like its a bad thing." He gave a silent moment as he scanned her, before adding a quick. "Any issues, injuries, recent diseases, etc... you'd like to admit before the hypospray? Any complications with inhibitors in the past?" He pulled the hypo from his pocket and stepped over next to her, waiting for the answer before proceeding.

"Yes," she said with a sweet smile that curled into a smirk as she decided to lie to him to see if she could get away with it. "I'm allergic to inhibitors. They restrict my ability to have fun."

"Well, that makes it a bit more complicated." He said, putting the hypospray to her neck and hitting the button. "I'll send epinephrine with your guards here, in case you have symptoms." He gave a shrug, "Won't help the fun aspect, but, that's not my area of expertise." He checked the hypospray and set it aside on a nearby table. Then, he grabbed another device from his pocket. He gave a grin and put the device against her arm. "Going to be a bit of pain," He said, clicking the button and pulling some blood from her for a more in depth scan. "So, anything else you'd like to declare while you're here? Before I send my report to Command?"

"You're way too low on the totem pole to get more than my name," Vash told him. "No offense, Lieutenant, but I don't play with toys. Tell your boss that I'll see him soon."

"Fair enough," Phen said with a light shake of his head. "Don't really need you to talk," He shook the little vial of blood in his hand and gathered the medical things up. "I'll just get what I can from all of this," He smirked, "But, if you don't want to play with me, I suppose I'll let these ladies take you on to your accommodations. Anything else?" He said stepping back.

"I'll take a bottle of Romulan Ale and an order of chili cheese fries since you're asking," Vash said before she looked at her guards. "Shall we follow the yellow brick heads?"

"I'll make a note of it in your nutritional requirements," Phen said - he had every intention of switching her nutritional allowances. He might not have, depending on how the day went - but still, only allowing them to replicate her chili cheese fries sounded like a fun idea to him at the time. "And I don't understand that reference - if it was a reference, sorry." He shrugged, motioning to the guards.

The Orion woman laughed. "Do that, Doc," she said. "And I'll put in a suggestion that you get a promotion."

The two guards did catch the reference, but they paid it no mind. Their expressions remained inscrutable as they led her from the Sickbay with only the slightest of nods toward the Chief of that department. As they walked toward Interrogation Room I as instructed, they kept watchful of their prisoner. She may not be able to use her extraordinary pheromones on anyone, but that did not mean that she was harmless. And these two were taking no chances.

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