Or the one.

Posted on Sun Oct 12th, 2014 @ 11:49pm by Lieutenant Commander Aryll LeStrat

Mission: Bloodpath
Location: Aryll LeStrat's quarters

When Ensign Grayson Hardy had arrived in his section chief's office, to find her so exhausted, that she fell asleep on her chair, he wasn't entirely sure what to do about that.

But being the prankster that he was, he deemed it amusing to bring her to her quarters, by anti-grav, and leave her laying on her bed.

Then, laid there quietly, waiting for her to wake up.

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3 hours later.
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"Good morning beautiful." Grayson said, as Aryll's eyes barely opened.

And he was on the ground, arm twisted behind his back, with her elbow grinding in to his spine.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my quarters?" She demanded.

"Woah. Wow. So, this is getting off on the wrong foot. Ensign Grayson Hardy reporting for duty, ma'am." He said, between strained breaths.

"That doesn't explain what you're doing in my quarters." Aryll said, icily.

"Ma'am, it was supposed to be a joke. I reported to your office, and found you passed out on your desk, in an exceedingly non-ergonomic manner." He winced, as she pulled his arm. "IT WAS A JOKE, ARYLL. YOU KNOW WHO THE HELL I AM."

Aryll finally let him go. "One of these days, Grayson, your practical jokes..."

"I know. I know, Aryll. And after Captain LeStrat, I should've known better. I just." He shrugged, getting up. "Glad to see the gimp leg isn't holding back your combat efficiency."

Aryll laughed, as she pulled herself up on to her bed. "It's all about momentum. Did you happen to read the PADD about the situation on the place?" She asked, reaching for her cane.

"Would I go snooping through your personal effects?" Grayson asked, in as innocent a tone as he could.

"My brazier is undone, and you hacked the personal code of my quarters." Aryll said, her eyes narrowed at him.

"Point taken, ma'am. Yes. I read it. And your battle plans for it. And I sent those requisition files you passed out on top of." He said, with a laugh. "It seems quite terrible. I hope you have a lovely trip."

"You don't think there aren't injured children, or pregnant women on that planet, smart ass? You're coming too." She said, as she used her elegant Tritanium cane to right herself, and awkwardly limp towards the living room area.

Grayson shoved a cup of something in to Aryll's hands, and she looked down at it.

"Caramel fudge sundae." She muttered. "Breakfast of champions." She added, but happily accepted the spoon, anyway.

"I assume you're going to have the OB clinic in orbit." He said, eyeing the PADDs on the anti-grav, which contained her battle plan for the planet. "Or remote, like the forensic lab, and morgue."

"I've got that planned out, actually. Something I slept on." She said, with a smirk. "We're going to use a shuttle's phasers to bore a hole, and drop a truck and trailer for each team to use, in to the ice caps, under the north pole. Then we're going to force-freeze it part way, set up a relay beacon half way up, and force freeze the rest."

"Under the North pole of a planet?" He asked.

"The magnetic interference will help hide your location, and with the remote beam-in-only procedure, we'll be the only ones able to easily reach either of you." Aryll said, nodding.

"And if they try to bore down to us?" Grayson asked.

"With an overwatch shuttle in geosynchronous orbit? I wish them luck. If it's a fighter, we'll clip it's wings, and if it's a person, with a handheld rig, we'll just use the deflector dish to summon a blizzard." She said, with a shrug. "Regardless, they're not getting close."

"Well. You did tell Moshida it was going to be "remote". You did not lie." Grayson said, shaking his head, as he watched her hastily writing up the plan. "Make sure you equip our trailers with extra heaters." He added.

"I thought that was obvious." Aryll said, between mouthfuls of hot fudge.

"So. Who will I be answering to?" He asked, hesitantly.

"We're leaving the chief of Obstetrics up here as acting assistant Chief Medical." Aryll said. "He doesn't have an assistant. That'll be your team." She replied, casually.

"My. Team." He said, quietly.

"Yes, Ensign Hardy. Your team. Get used to that concept." She said, nodding.

"What happens if we run out of available room for pediatric care?" He asked, quietly.

"Then you signal overwatch, and overwatch will work on getting you a secondary site set up." Aryll said. "Access to, and access from, both your team, and Moshida's will be exceedingly restricted. Armed guards. Both teams. And you'll be constantly on the overwatch comm frequency, with all the other medical team team leaders. If your comms go down, the Marine Commanding Officer will be notified, and a rescue team will be sent."

Grayson nodded. "I guess I can't exactly un-volunteer?" He asked.

"If I trusted anyone else to take care of a trailer full of kids, under several hundred tons of ice and water, on the north pole of a planet, Grayson, I'd send them. I don't. So I'm not. You don't get a choice." Aryll said.

"I could probably outrun you if I really tried hard enough." Grayson said, jokingly.

"Me? Sure. My cane, thrown in to your exit path?" She asked.

"But then my legs would be broken!" He exclaimed, half-joking.

"Nothing a couple of leg braces couldn't fix." She said, shrugging.

"I guess so. But I'd complain all the time." He muttered.

"Welcome to my life, Grayson. Get your stuff packed, and forward any equipment requisition forms to Lieutenant Commander O'Donnell. She's dealing with medical requisitions. Or rather, she's expediting medical requisitions, so we don't have to go through the over-clogged paperwork hell-hole that is Operations." Aryll said, with a nod. "Now get out of here, so I can have a shower."

"Awww. Do you need a-" Grayson began to start.

Aryll levelled a look at him.

"You know what? I'm just going to go start packing, then, Aryll." He said, getting up, and hastily leaving her quarters.

"Damn straight you are, Grayson." She said, to the quickly closing doors.

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Lieutenant Aryll LeStrat
Chief Medical Officer

And introducing

Ensign Grayson "How is he not in the brig" Hardy
Pediatric & Obstetric Phsycian