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It's bothering me something fierce :D

No but seriously, it's my day off and the anxiety will overwhelm me soon enough if I can't communicate with my friends soon...
  • Reading: Lords and Ladies
  • Watching: Running Man

Commander Yarayn entered the forward lounge early in the morning, nursing a slight headache and generally acting grumpy. He shuffled over towards one of the food replicators and mumbled something unintelligible at it. The computer voice said in its gender neutral voice, "Unable to comply. Please repeat instructions in one of the 783,422.3 languages programmed into the computer database to continue." Vol just glared tiredly at the machine.

In the forward lounge that morning was Doctor Jn'kuk, reviewing something on his PADD and having a morning croissant. He smelt of bread himself, though it was slightly less intense than before. He glanced up at Vol and watched him struggle with the machine with a faintly bemused face.

Vol stood glaring at the machine a few moments longer. Then, he cleared his throat and stated grumpily, "Coffee. Black. Hot." The replicator complied with his request, generating a large mug of steaming coffee for him. He sighed in relief and carried the mug over to a two-seat table to enjoy it and wake up properly.

After noticing Vol did not approach him, he stood up and approached the Cardassian. "Sir." He kept no emotion in his face, but he used a softer voice this morning.

Vol looked up at Moko, dark circles under his eyes, then stared back into his mug, taking a deep drink before he responded, "Doctor."

He took note of the bags under his eyes. Those weren't just bags, those were Gucci. "I would like to talk to you about a proposed set of wellness programs for the officers aboard the Demeter when she sets out."

Vol sighed, taking another deep sip, and said, "You'll have to remind me...or preferably show me the proposal on a PADD; I've not been sleeping well the last few nights." He just barely managed to stifle a yawn and continued, "If you ever have a chance to become first officer on a ship...well, you'll probably be used to the paperwork, being a doctor anyway."

"The paperwork can be crippling." He couldn't help using his softer, bedside voice. He sounded more like a dad and less like an officer. He pulled up the proposal on his PADD and let Vol look at it again. It was a suggestion to have yoga and dance classes at least once a week, taught by Moko if he cannot locate a suitable officer to do so, and a health and wellness class at least once a month, but preferably more, to educate officers on how to keep themselves well and healthy. This would include first aid training. "You'll fall into good paperwork habits soon enough."

Volurus blinked his eyes and squinted at the PADD for a few moments before rolling his eyes and smacking the side of his own head. He set down the PADD, lifted the collar of his uniform top, momentarily exposing his Cardassian military insignia, and retrieved a pair of wire frame glasses. Perching these on his nose, he picked the PADD back up and smirked. "That's better," he said, reading the text swiftly before setting the PADD back down and pulling off his glasses. "Well, doctor," he said, "Starfleet regulations already require regular exercise for all officers and enlisted sailors. However, I'll agree with your proposals for general first aid training and...the other items for stress relief purposes only. I can't tell you how many Cardassian soldier lives would have been saved if they'd only taught simple field medicine at the military academy." He handed the PADD back to Moko and gestured to the empty chair at his table.

He took note of the glasses. Unusual, in this day and age, but unless his medical records indicate that Volurus needs his eyesight adjusted, then he really can't call him in to get his eyes fixed. He sat down slowly, and tucked his tail under his medical jacket again. "I feel quite the same. Basic medical training could keep someone alive long enough to get to sickbay. You'd be surprised how few officers can spot a concussion." He took the PADD. "...I was unaware you wore glasses. Is there something wrong with your eyesight?"

Vol nodded and said, "Retinal damage during my service for Cardassia. Our ship was scanning a white dwarf star about twenty years ago when Gul Narcit wished to view the star on the screen. Everyone on the bridge was exposed to the intense white light before the computer managed to adjust the light shielding and brightness. I was lucky. Narcit and most of the rest of the bridge crew went blind. Our helmsman went slowly insane due to the retinal scarring reaching all the way into her frontal lobe. Murdered three of the engineers before we managed to take her out." He gazed into his mug solemnly.

For as traumatic as the story was, his face did not change into one of horror. It softened, but he had seen his fair share of ugly things during war. "I understand. I can regenerate retinal tissue for you, if you would like your eyesight fixed. Of course, it may mean a day off from paperwork, and I know how much you would miss that." He cracked a smile. Though, it had been quite a while since that incident, and he knows Cardassians are weird. He would not be surprised if Vol decided against the procedure.

Vol shrugged, drinking more coffee, and said, "I would, but the devices the Federation uses to regenerate retinal tissue resembles a very different device used by Cardassian...Well, in Starfleet, we call them 'security officers'. In any case, the device in question is a torture device used to...cook the victim's brain. Too hot, and the brain literally melts out the ears, but the idea is to make the victim suffer enough to tell the inquisitor whatever they want to know. I was forced to watch our 'security' officers kill one of the Vorta we captured after we joined the Cardassian Rebellion. It's part of why I defected after the war."

Interesting information. He had always knew the Cardassians were barbaric, but that was frightening. He folded his hands as he spoke. "I suppose anesthesia would not help you feel better about the procedure?" HE wanted to ask more about the war stories, but he felt that was a sensitive, touchy topic that shouldn't be approached this early in the morning.

"Probably not."

"Well, if you change your mind, I will be happy to make an appointment with you." It's likely that Vol could get replacement glasses from a replicator, so he does not offer his help there.

Vol smiled thinly at the offer. "Thank you, Doctor," he said. "But I've actually grown quite happy with my spectacles. Besides, we're supposed to hate each other on principle until some heart-wrenching moment when we finally start getting along for the Captain's sake. So sayeth the autobiography of Admiral Leonard McCoy." He laughed at the joke.

He couldn't help it, he chuckled. "Well, pardon my inappropriate show of friendliness. I assure you, it won't happen again." His voice had a joking tone to it, for once. "Though, in all seriousness, it is my job to keep you well."

Vol nodded, then adopted an extremely grumpy look on his face. "You still smell like a bakery at low tide, though."

"I've never met anyone who disliked the scent of a bakery before. Why do you hate it so much?" After all, if his conscious didn't stop him, Moko would eat baked goods till he popped.

Vol waved one of his hands while he explained, a human trait he'd picked up at Starfleet Academy, "It's not the scent of a bakery...it's the overbearingly excessive scent of a bakery."

"I would hardly call it excessive." After all, he applied less cologne today. It has to be the fact that Cardassians are big complainers.

Vol gulped down the remainder of his coffee. "Well, I have a great many things to take care of today, Doctor. Manifests to go over and so on. Have a good day." He got up from the table, had a fresh travel mug of coffee replicated, and left the forward lounge.

And Moko stayed put. After all, he was not done with his breakfast and looking over his PADD.
5-24-15 That first mug of coffee...
...Or Volurus reveals information about his past to the good doctor.
Also, Star Trek: The Original Series reference.

:iconstartrekepsilon: is a Star Trek roleplaying project piloted by :icongarrusthespectre:
Commander Volurus Yarayn is mine
Doctor Moko 13 Tngiyal Jn'kuk belongs to :icontoastbusters:
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It's bothering me something fierce :D

No but seriously, it's my day off and the anxiety will overwhelm me soon enough if I can't communicate with my friends soon...
  • Reading: Lords and Ladies
  • Watching: Running Man

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