Uncooperative

Posted on Mon May 4th, 2020 @ 4:34am by Lieutenant Commander S'hib & Lieutenant M'Tuuri Sh'iss [S'hib] & Commander Sthilg

Mission: Season 3: Episode 4: Cause and Effect
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: MD3
728 words - 1.5 OF Standard Post Measure

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"I've already explained a dozen times, everyone has to have the implant!" S'hib snorted deeply while practically throwing M'Tuuri inside sickbay by the scruff of her uniform, garnering a rather disdainful response as she turned and hissed loudly at him.

"Hiss at me one more time." He said lowly, pointing a stubby hoofed digit at the vastly smaller Caitian.

"I've eaten thingssss with better manners than you." She snarled, her eyes wide and fierce as S'hib moved towards her, the giant bulwark of Starfleet security frustrating her greatly.

"Good for you, now get on the biobed." He glared, resisting the urge to stomp his hoof.

The big gorn had been getting a drink of coffee, but when he heard the commotion he hurried over. " What'sss going on here?" he said calmly.

"Why don't you tell him what you told me." S'hib grumbled as he folded his arms, standing sentry over the uncooperative Cait.

M'Tuuri snapped her head up at S'hib, her ears flat against the back of her skull as she contemplated if it was worth pouncing on him. "I was scratching my arm and the implant fell out." She smiled, her expression changing as though a pleasant mask had slipped over her face.

"I found her in a maintenance room, judging by the blood that was on the floor she was... well, she was scratching rather hard." S'hib added, with a frustrated snort.

"M'Tuuri, you are aware I could have you relieved from duty becaussse of thisss?" The unamused gorn said with a scowl forming on his face. This was the last thing he needed. " The implant is for your own sssafety." he said as he pulled out a few medical tools and got to work repairing the wound on the Caitians left arm.

"I'm an infiltration specialist... I shouldn't need to explain why giving me a tracking device is ridiculous." She growled, her face stuck as a permanent frown as she stared off at the far wall.

"We can remove it after thisss operation hasss been done. " The gorn said as he finished off cleaning up her wound before his arms crossed still very annoyed at this.

"I don't need prrrotecting, but apurrently free will is optional now." M'Tuuri scowled.

"Orders are orders unless you'd like to stay in the brig for the rest of this trip... then you won't need a tracker because we will already know where you are." S'hib shot back, giving the cat very little room to wriggle out of her current predicament.

"Fine..." She growled, somehow slinking further into the biobed.

"Put it somewhere she can't reach this time." He said with a satisfied smile, looking down at her with smug satisfaction.

"If you pick this one out I'm going to report you as medically unfit for duty. " The Gorn said as he implanted another track in the intel officers shoulder.

"Yes sssir." M'Tuuri replied with a sickeningly sweet purr, her tail being the only indication that she felt the sharp prick of the implant.

"Okay, it's in. Sss'hib will you roll up your sssleeve I need to do you as well." The big gorn replied.

"Saves me coming back after my shift I suppose." S'hib smiled as he went about folding his sleeve up his arm.

"and there we go." The gorn said as he implanted the implant into the lieutenants arm.

"Thank you Doctor... hopefully I won't need to bring anyone else in for the implant." He sighed, glancing down at M'Tuuri as she sliding off the biobed.

"If you don't mind me I have things to do..." She purred, slinking off towards the door.

"Try not to scratch too hard next time..." S'hib said as he watched the Caitian leave, her tail flicking wildly at the tip the only indicator of her mood.

"I've met Caits before... even dated one, but she is something else." S'hib thought out loud, glancing over at the good Doctor.

"keep an eye on her. The lassst thing we need is to be down a crewman for this missssssion. " the gorn replied as he began to clean up.

"Don't need to tell me twice." S'hib snorted, rolling his sleeve back down.

"And if you have any complaintsss with it come back and sssee me." The gorn added.

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Lieutenant S'hib
Security Officer
USS Elysium

Lieutenant Commander Sthilg
Chief Medical Officer
USS Elysium