Forget everything I just said.

Posted on Sun Oct 12th, 2014 @ 11:50pm by Lieutenant Commander Aryll LeStrat

"You're absolutely batcrap crazy." Moshida's voice came from Aryll's office with such volume, that Grayson heard it, through the closed doors.

"Well." This will be interesting." He muttered to the nurse, who he was consulting with, regarding a patient's nutrition.

He walked towards the door, knowing Aryll's rules full well, and waved. "I assume that Lieutenant Moshida just heard your plan for a 'Remote' location." Grayson said, with a casual air.

"How'd you guess?" Aryll asked.

"The fact that I'm fairly certain her explosion of tone was heard all the way up in ops?" Grayson asked. "Seriously, Lieutenant. You're scaring the children in pediatrics."

"She wants to-" Moshida started.

"Seriously. Tone. Pitch. Do you mind? I'm serious. There's kids trying to sleep, within earshot." Grayson said, with a look.

"Ensign, you aren't -" Moshida tried starting again.

"Ensign Grayson is fully aware of the rules of my office. Permission to speak freely is always given. Just as he knew the door would not be locked." Aryll replied, casually.

"THE NORTH POLE?" Moshida demanded.

"Do you have a better suggestion?" Aryll asked, politely. "Computer, activate auditory privacy screen protocol Frost 11-7." She added.

A brief orange flicker appeared just before the edge of the door, then disappeared.

"NOW THEN." Aryll said, in the harshest tone Grayson had heard her use. "IF YOU AREN'T GOING TO GIVE ME CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM ON HOW TO PROPERLY EXECUTE A MEDICAL RESCUE PLAN IN THE MIDDLE OF A COMBAT ZONE, I STRONGLY SUGGEST YOU STEP OFF."

Moshida fell back in to her seat. "Ma'am?" She asked.

"Don't ma'am me. I've had enough. Nineteen nurses, and doctors, who haven't seen combat for 5 minutes in their career have been coming in here telling me I'm insane for this, or for that." She said, leveling a finger at Moshida. "After our discusion about medical personnel carrying weaponry, I would've thought you had given up on arguing the point, but let me make this clear. Unless you're here to actually help, your input is neither wanted, nor welcome, and will result in a trip to the brig if you keep up such blatantly disruptive behavior, as it's, as of this moment, qualifying as insubordination."

Nothing quite shut Moshida up like being threatened with prison. She was a woman of honor, and Aryll was officially playing dirty. "All I was trying to get across, ma'am, was that if the comms go down, we're completely trapped under several hundred thousand tons of ice, and water. With no way to signal for help."

"If I may pose a suggestion." Grayson said, idly, as though they were discussing where to have dinner, instead of a military assault plan.

Aryll looked at him, expectantly. "Yes?"

"Why don't we just set up a forcefield generator, in a designated "safe" zone, and rig the transporter screen to accept incoming and outgoing signals only to the control shuttle?" Grayson asked.

The silence in the room was instant.

"We could do that with All the combat hospitals." Aryll said, with a nod. "Protect the security crew from external fire, to."

Moshida nodded. "And, in the event of a plague outbreak, in one of the bubbles, we can't keep it contained, fairly easily."

"I'm an idiot." Aryll muttered.

"You're an idiot? Why the hell didn't I think of that?" Moshida asked.

"Uhm. Actually. It was in the suggested course of action report that someone put together for that Lieutenant Commander lady." Grayson said, casually.

"I haven't read it yet." Aryll admitted.

"And... he has?" Moshida asked, confused.

Aryll nodded. "Ensign Grayson's idea of personal boundaries is extremely liberal." She said, carefully choosing her words, not wanting Grayson to get in trouble for his previous shenanigans.

"So, the North Pole?" Moshida asked.

"Scrapped. Nevermind. Pay no attention. It's a good thing I haven't finished the requisition forms for the refits needed for the trucks. The Commanding Officer would probably think I was absolutely insane." Aryll said, casually collecting several PADDs strewn about her office, and dumping them, wholesale, in to the recycle chute.

"You're starting over again, aren't you?" Grayson said, counting just how many PADDs went down the recycler.

"Well. You know. My entire plan just had a giant logical hole blown in to the side of it." Aryll said, nodding. "So. I rewrite everything. You two go back to work. None of this ever happened. Carrying on. As you were. Dismissed. Computer, audio screen off."

Moshida nodded, not wanting to argue, and just left.

Grayson, meanwhile, took a chair, and shook his head. "When was the last time you ate?"

"Uhm. Food. That's the thing that goes in your mouth?" Aryll said, questioningly. "Last time I can remember was about 2 days ago."

Grayson shook his head once more. "Eat, or I'll have you confined to a bio-bed until you get your blood chemistry fixed."

"You can't make me." Aryll said, leveling a cold look at him.

"I can't. The assistant Chief Medical Officer can. Whoever the hell that is." Grayson retorted.

"Point. Fine. I'll eat, then I've got to seriously plan this." Aryll muttered.

Grayson handed her her brace. "Good. Let's go. Mess hall."

"WHAT?" Aryll exclaimed. "But I have-"

Grayson shook his head. "You spent the last 22 hours cooped up in this office, or unconscious in your quarters, drafting up a combat plan that involved drilling through the north pole of a planet. You need to not focus on this. Come to the mess hall. Eat some food. Maybe a little bit of pie. Not, I repeat, not, focus on this."

"But-" Aryll started.

"Do you want me to call the Captain?" Grayson demanded.

"Fine." Aryll said, taking the brace, and putting it on her leg. "Engage safety. Activate."

"That's better." Grayson said, leading her out of her office.

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Lieutenant Aryll LeStrat
Chief Medical Officer

Lieutenant Junior Grade Jeanette Moshida
Medical Examiner

Ensign Grayson Hardy
Obstetrics and Pediatric Physician