Post by brutus on Dec 23, 2019 17:22:53 GMT
[ Dr. Xander Minos & Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross | Decon chamber | E-Deck | NX-04 Discovery ]
The doctor managed not to smile when Commander Saugn told off the marine, and threatened her with his sister. It was hard to keep his features schooled however. He loved Petra - this went without saying. But he had to agree with the Hispanic sergeants assessment of his twin. Crazy was an understatement, if he were being honest. When she was sober, his sister was a force to be reckoned with. When she was sober.
In her defense, she'd been doing pretty good on that front since they'd launched. Before he could add his own two cents on the subject to Ruiz, Ross spoke up. "Ah fail t'see th' reason yer mad, Sarge," Cara groused, arms crossed over her bare breasts now, and one leg carefully folded over the other. She shot a withering look to the MACO. "yer ohnly stuck 'ere fer an 'our. Ah'll be 'ere 'alf the damn day." she was taking a bit of that frustration out on the other woman. She wanted to be studying files. She wanted to be pouring over the alien they'd brought up. "Ye got tossed aboot a mite bit but yer lot ahre oosed to it. Ah got fookin' slimed by a right pretentious git." She huffed, then much quieter, "so calm yer tits eh?"
Xander did snicker at that and shook his head, turning to hide the action. He ran his tongue over his teeth, behind his lips and jutted his jaw to the side and counted back from ten, then turned around. Ross had leaned her head back against the wall of the containment chamber, her eyes shut now, refusing to look at Ruiz or Saugn. Xander swept his gaze across the other two women, nodding at the way the lights in the chamber played across the gel rubbed into the skin.
"Look, you've already managed ten minutes Sgt. Ruiz. Fifty more and I'll let you and the commander out of the cage. It won't be that bad. Just think happy thoughts. Disemboweling aliens or whatever it is that you MACOs get your jollies off on." He heard Ross snort off a rather unlady like chuckle at that and made a mental note. Turning to Saugn, he added, "I'll work up some field antibiotics for when you go back down, based off of all the lab work we're doing now. Such as it is. You'll want to take a medic if you go after the final member of the research crew."
Xander had read Saugn's file. He was aware the the commander had been married. That her ex was currently captive of the K'zinti on Archer IV. And that the planet had a hallucinogenic spore that preyed on humans and vulcans alike. He wondered if the K'zinti were affected, and what might happen if they deprived Lt. Locke of her rebreather filter. "There is no telling what state the Lieutenant would be in, after all." This he mused aloud, as much to gaze Olivé's reaction as anything else.
Every moment was an opportunity to learn, after all.
The doctor managed not to smile when Commander Saugn told off the marine, and threatened her with his sister. It was hard to keep his features schooled however. He loved Petra - this went without saying. But he had to agree with the Hispanic sergeants assessment of his twin. Crazy was an understatement, if he were being honest. When she was sober, his sister was a force to be reckoned with. When she was sober.
In her defense, she'd been doing pretty good on that front since they'd launched. Before he could add his own two cents on the subject to Ruiz, Ross spoke up. "Ah fail t'see th' reason yer mad, Sarge," Cara groused, arms crossed over her bare breasts now, and one leg carefully folded over the other. She shot a withering look to the MACO. "yer ohnly stuck 'ere fer an 'our. Ah'll be 'ere 'alf the damn day." she was taking a bit of that frustration out on the other woman. She wanted to be studying files. She wanted to be pouring over the alien they'd brought up. "Ye got tossed aboot a mite bit but yer lot ahre oosed to it. Ah got fookin' slimed by a right pretentious git." She huffed, then much quieter, "so calm yer tits eh?"
Xander did snicker at that and shook his head, turning to hide the action. He ran his tongue over his teeth, behind his lips and jutted his jaw to the side and counted back from ten, then turned around. Ross had leaned her head back against the wall of the containment chamber, her eyes shut now, refusing to look at Ruiz or Saugn. Xander swept his gaze across the other two women, nodding at the way the lights in the chamber played across the gel rubbed into the skin.
"Look, you've already managed ten minutes Sgt. Ruiz. Fifty more and I'll let you and the commander out of the cage. It won't be that bad. Just think happy thoughts. Disemboweling aliens or whatever it is that you MACOs get your jollies off on." He heard Ross snort off a rather unlady like chuckle at that and made a mental note. Turning to Saugn, he added, "I'll work up some field antibiotics for when you go back down, based off of all the lab work we're doing now. Such as it is. You'll want to take a medic if you go after the final member of the research crew."
Xander had read Saugn's file. He was aware the the commander had been married. That her ex was currently captive of the K'zinti on Archer IV. And that the planet had a hallucinogenic spore that preyed on humans and vulcans alike. He wondered if the K'zinti were affected, and what might happen if they deprived Lt. Locke of her rebreather filter. "There is no telling what state the Lieutenant would be in, after all." This he mused aloud, as much to gaze Olivé's reaction as anything else.
Every moment was an opportunity to learn, after all.