A lizard ponders

Posted on Thu Dec 28th, 2023 @ 8:56pm by Commander Sthilg

Mission: Season 6: Episode 4: Memory Lane
Location: Sickbay
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The heavy ambient noise of sickbay echoed through the sickbay as the lights dimed slightly as the ship entered it's night cycle. The night shift had taken over and would now run sickbay for the next few hours.

Not that mattered to Sthilg. The old doctor was as he usually was in his quarters fast asleep at his desk after another nearly two-day-long stretch. The remains of several uneaten meals sat on his desk now stone cold.

The gorn reptilian body twitched slightly as something brought him out of the sleep he had stumbled into. Sitting bolt upright he looked straight ahead as if someone was standing in his office doorway. Seeing no one was there the gun rubbed his head as memory began to creep back into his head. How long had he been here? it had started with someone breaking their leg then....

His hand reached for their computer his eyes going wide as he saw the date and time. He needed to go home and get some proper rest. Dropping a message on the medical coms that he needed sleep he headed for the door.

What he'd give for the crew they'd lost back. His staff was so understaffed and these long days were not good for him. A first-year medical cadet could tell him that and he'd been past that greenness in medicine for nearly two hundred years.

The ship's corridors felt rather odd as his heavy footsteps made their way towards the turbolift.

This situation was getting to him. This race who threatened his family. They seemed so strange. It was as if they were fed with fear and pain. Given they'd already encountered a Federation starship they'd have access to the federations replication technology so they shouldn't need slaves for basic resources.

Did they have a culture like the one that had been forced onto the Orions by the syndicate?

He shook his head. It wasn't his place to theorise. His job was to fix up his family if those things tried to hurt them. Not that he wouldn't mind taking a pop at those animals with the Klingon boarding shotgun that was now tapped under his desk. Just in case.

The turbolift shot up the ship until it reached the senior staff level and from then it was a short stroll until he was in his own quarters. Walking carefully to not wake the sleeping figure of his wife-to-be doctor headed for the room's bathroom. Make sure the door was closed he quickly sprinkled some cold water on his face before removing his uniform and dumping it into the bin. He'd re atomise it in the morning. Dressing in some clean pyjama trousers he quietly made his way to the bed. Giving Deanna a kiss on the cheek he pulled his portion of the covers over him and lay down. His eyes fluttered before closing and the gorn was out in minutes. There would be time to ponder about what was in the morning.