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Guest Laarell

"Bribing for Booty"

Laarell emerged from the Caitian's corner, popping her head into the main Sickbay. "Has Doctor Wydown been in today?" she asked one of the nurses.

 

The nurse glanced up, then pointed at the open door of the CMO's office. Inside, the doctor could be seen pacing back and forth, absorbed in the PADD in her hand.

 

She nodded. "Thanks," she offered, making her way towards the chief's office. "Have a minute, Doctor?" she asked, politely.

 

Slightly distracted, Rue waved a hand without looking up. "Yeah, yeah, come on in. Just one...second." She flashed a lopsided grin and shut off the PADD bringing her full attention to her visitor. "Oi, what can I do for you, Commander?"

 

"A few things." She tapped the door's controls, shutting it. "If you don't mind the extra privacy?"

 

"No, no problem." She raised her brow. "What's up?"

 

"First of all -- how's JoN's? As peppy as she looks?"

 

"Aye, and then some. She's progressing rather well. If, that is, we can get her to sit still long enough."

 

Laarell laughed. "That's part of why I'm here... I'm wondering if you might let her out to go to a discussion senior staff is having later."

 

"You want me to let her out of here why, exactly?"

 

"Well... it'd be good for her to get the blood moving, no? And she'd love to come to the conference..."

 

"That's not what I asked."

 

"Why I want you to let her out? Change of scenery? And as a favor?" Laarell gave her a huge smile.

 

"And when is this meeting taking place?." She picked up her PADD.

 

"Two hours."

 

"Ummm...sorry. No can do." Rue tossed the PADD into her inbox. "Maybe try back later this week, eh?"

 

Laarell sighed. "Think about it, at least? We could use the XO there."

 

"She's not yet strong enough to leave sickbay. And no way in two hours. I know Caitians are strong, but she's not the Bionic Woman."

 

"All right, all right." She sighed, feeling badly for the cat already. "Next thing's a personal request..."

 

Rue raised a brow, expecting more of a fight, so she wondered what this angle was. "Personal request, hmm? Medical wellbeing, or do you want into my stash of Pirate Booty?" Wydown gave her a teasing smile as she fingered the blue ball on her desk.

 

"Medical," she admitted, then smirked. "Well... you know I take pheromone suppressants, no?"

 

"Aye."

 

"Basically... I'd like to... lessen their effects, somewhat." She shrugged. "Just a little bit -- not enough to cause medical symptoms in the rest of the crew..."

 

"Why? Is there a problem?"

 

"Problem, no. I just feel... I'm rejecting something entirely that should be part of my natural charm." She gave Rue a pleading look. "Cut back the inhibitors' strength? That's all I'm asking..."

 

"I thought you had plenty of natural charm as it was." She had an amused look on her face.

 

"Clearly," she teased, "not enough. I didn't send a single engineer tripping over his own feet to gawk at me when I went to Engineering earlier." She yawned and stretched. "I need that little something extra."

 

"Maybe it's the uniform?"

 

"Could be. I don't know..." She sighed. "I take it that I'm oh-for-two."

 

"Eh-yep." Rue nodded slowly, still flashing an amused smile. "But it's been fun watching you try. I'll give you an 'A' for effort."

 

She sighed. "You don't accept any forms of bribery, do you?"

 

She seemed to consider it a moment before responding. "Nope." Rue shook her head sadly.

 

"I have really good connections!"

 

"Oh I bet you do. However, this time around, I'm afraid there isn't anything you can offer that would change my mind. Maybe next time, eh?"

 

"Oh, fine." She sighed. "Next time."

 

Rue opened her desk drawer, pulled out an open basket of cheese puffs, and set it on her desk. "Pirate Booty?"

 

"Yes, please!" She eagerly reached for a handful. "So what -- or why, I should ask -- is called Pirate Booty?"

 

"Cheesy poofs minus the fake cheese. Addictive, but without the preservative effect in your stomach. Well, would be if I didn't have to replicate them. Nutritionally close, but not quite. Not like I can run to the nearest corner market out here. I did manage to stash away a few bags of 'real' stuff to inner-mix with the replicated stuff so you can't tell the difference." She picked one up and examined it as if she was trying tell whether or not it was real. "Mostly, anyway."

 

Laarell laughed, her faint irritation fading. "That works," she admitted. "And these are damned good. I think your ploy works."

 

Crunch. "Arrrr, ye matey." Rue smiled at Laarell. "And I be taking this recipe to Davy Jones' Locker, me hearties." After a moment she started to titter, the giggles starting to bubble up. "I know, I'd make a damn poor pirate. But you have to blow off steam around here somehow, right?"

 

"True enough." Laarell grinned. "So I can't bribe that out of you either, I bet." She winked.

 

"Hmmm...I don't know about that. Some things do have their price. What have you pillaged lately that you'd be willing to trade, matey?" A lopsided grin.

 

"Hmmm... I picked up some interesting liquor on the station. The Bog one... and I always have some trinkets..."

 

"Well shiver me timbers." She leaned forward against her desk. "Name ye price, matey."

 

"Recipe -- and a bag of these -- for a bottle of the worst alcohol ever." She grinned. "But it's awesome at the same time."

 

"How can it be both the worse and awesome at the same time?"

 

"Flavor-wise, it leaves much to be desired. But... it gets you drunk... and good-drunk."

 

"You've intrigued me." She steepled her fingers, looking at Laarell over them. "Argh you scurvy dog, you drive a hard bargain. Bring me your swag and you'll have yourself some Pirate Booty."

 

"All right. I'll bring it by this evening." She grinned. "Thanks, Doctor."

 

"Fair Winds, Commander."

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