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Mreh K'hal

Taking Stock

Taking Stock

Ens Mreh K'hal

 

After installing a specially grown arterial shunt to get the severly injured security officer's blood flowing properly again, Ensign Mreh K'hal did a quick walkthrough of sickbay, checking on any of his patients that were still under care. A quick study of the charts and a few notations, plus a few words for the conscious, he finally found himself in a position to take a break. Heading into the small office that he shared with the other assistant medical officers, he ordered himself a nutritious, energy laden drink and then sat down behind the desk. He sipped the concoction, one of his own that would not appeal to most of the species on this ship, while he rested.

 

He was glad, looking back on it, that the Captain had experienced only a slight bump on the head and a mild concussion. As such, he had been able to pretty much leave him be while he treated those in dire need. It allowed him to do his job without the hassles of rank and the expectations and politics that may have resulted otherwise, not to mention that he had never been fond of Dameons. He found them too agressive, in general, and a bit arrogant. Also, while he can't say that he was overly fond of how a lot of other species smelled, the whiff of Dameon always made him edgy. Since he hadn't yet had the opportunity to judge the Captain as an individual, he tried to keep his opinion from being prejudiced, but there was enough general disquiet for him that he took the easy road. Since the situation was viable, he had one of the nurses give him the necessary hypos and gave clearance for the Captain to be released with instructions to take it easy for 24 hours; though he would have felt better actually keeping him off duty for that time frame, having the ship practically disabled from a Scorpiad attack and the possibility of more to come, he knew the CO had to at least be in command. If the Captain overtaxed himself, he would gladly let Pilot take care of it.

 

As he finished off his drink, he pondered his brief sensory encounter with another Caitian on the bridge. Certainly Caitians in Starfleet weren't rare, but at this point there seemed to be a bit fewer of them in the system than in years past. His parents had spoke of this, and his own brief experience had confirmed it. It was the first time in his duty that he'd been posted with one, certainly. Considering he had been on the bridge to treat the downed Captain, he hadn't been able to pay much attention at the time, and only got a brief glance. He knew she was female, that certainly didn't escape his nostrils at the time. He remembered also that she was in gold, so he wondered if she was in security, even though she had been at the helm. He had never lived on Cait, and growing up in and around San Fransisco he was well used to the company of Terrans and other species, but as one would expect, the company of one's own kind is compelling. He hoped he would encounter her again, and hopefully in a more social circumstance. He was looking forward to making some friends, as his duty assignments since graduating had all been short, and he hadn't really been able to socialize as much as he'd like.

 

Rising, he placed his glass in the slot and recycled it back into the replicator stores. Curling his tail about his leg, his preferred way of keeping it out of other people's way or from getting into trouble on its own account, he exited the office and went about his duties.

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::Smirks:: Two of you. Yesh, we're going to have to get a bigger litter box for you. :blink:

 

 

Great log.

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Captain, don't make us start marking territory. :-D

 

Good Log Mreh!

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::Smirks:: Two of you. Yesh, we're going to have to get a bigger litter box for you. :blink:

Great log.

 

Someone's overdue to go walkies.

 

Nice log! What is it about Caitians and good logs...

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Someone's overdue to go walkies.

 

Nice log! What is it about Caitians and good logs...

 

 

::bites::

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