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A Simple Headache

Posted on Tue Aug 24th, 2021 @ 7:55am by Captain Eryv ch’Azaarhir & Lieutenant JG Taviyn Keliyn

Mission: Mission 1: An Unexpected Twist
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: MD01 - 1900 Hours

Zaar had been staring at his console for far to long catching up on reports and now, out of date, communiques from Starfleet which generally arrive 6 to 8 weeks after they were sent.

Rubbing his temple, he walked into Sickbay. "Doctor Taviyn, what can you give me for this headache?"

"You've been staring at your console again, without taking time for rest, food, or drink... Captain, we've talked about this before." She good-naturedly glared at him, then rose from her chair to get a hypospray. "I don't blame you, though--this area of space is practically a desert. Nothing of real interest... At least the stars are pretty, hmmm?" She pressed the hypo against the Andorian's neck. "There--how does that feel?"

"Thank you." He replied with a sigh as he rubbed the injection area. "I may have not realised the time while doing my work." He added a little sheepishly.

"I won't order you, but I would suggest you get something to eat... In fact, I was just about to go off-duty and get some dinner myself, if you'd like to join me?" She gave him a contemplative look. "Also, how are the antennae--you know as well as I that headaches can cause issues with those for Andorians, though its not likely."

"My antennae are fine, doctor." Zaar replied. "A bite to eat does sound like a good idea." The Captain added as he remembered he hadn't eaten since breakfast early that morning. "Mess hall?"

"That works for me... Nurse Terik should be arriving any minute..." The doors of Sickbay opened, allowing the Argosian nurse entry.

"Sorry I'm late, Doctor. My hair decided to..." She paused as she spied the captain, then gulped.

"That's all right, cael. Captain, I'll be along shortly, unless I can do anything else for you?"

"No, I'll head down to the mess hall and save a table." Zaar replied giving the nurse a smile before exiting Sickbay.




Captain Zaar sat at a table looking over the menu at what to eat waiting for the ship's Doctor to come down and join him. It was a toss up for Bajoran Hasperat or Human Sushi.

Kaeliyn smiled as she sat across from her Andorian captain, a glass of water in front of her. "I know that look... Go for the hasperat--I think Engineering finally got it tasting right. You can get it mild if you like, but I'm the type to go for extra spicey, just like my mother made it... Hmmm, she probably made it extra hot to remind her of Bajor, because there was no way we were going there." The doctor's eyes grew distant.

Zaar smiled, "It seems like my mind has been made for me. I do like the Hasperat though." He set the menu down and waited for the server to come and take their orders. "So, how's things been in Sickbay over the past couple of weeks?"

"Routine, almost too routine if you ask me. The only real excitement has been Ensigns Kimmel and T'Eltf. They're trying to have children, and even with the best technology, humans and Vulcans need a little help. Its taking a bit longer than I'd like, but the latest results look promising. ... How are things on the bridge?" Before the captain could answer, their food was brought, and Kaeliyn turned to the crewman who had brought it. "Thanks very much, Ben."

"My pleasure, Ma'm... Captain..." He withdrew.

The Captain nodded his thanks to the server before he left and opened a napkin before placing it in his lap. "Things have been...dull. JK-301 seems to be the most lifeless and boring sector of space we've come across in the last two years. Morale has hit an all time low." Zaar explained as he picked up and knife and fork before he began to crave into his Hasperat. "Well, at least Kimmel and T'Eltf are making the most of the quiet time it seems."

"Quite..." The Bajoran took up her own cutlery, then sighed. "Sorry--its not you. Amanda's on my case again. She keeps wavering on whether or not she should have children while we're so far away from the Federation. Its a bit trying, as both doctor and sister. I keep telling her if she wants to do it, just do it, but she keeps going on about wanting to get married before any of that, and she wants our mother there. I told her that's not really likely, as she knows even nowadays, freighters have a schedule to keep... Why my mother decided to adopt her, I don't know... I wish we had something to distract us from this damned desert." She looked out the viewport over their heads. "Sorry--shouldn't lose my temper, especially with you, Captain."

"Although we are quite a way from the Federation and Ticonderoga isn't the most ideal situation to raise a child. That being said we do have the facilities for families. Not as much as the bigger starships but it's doable." The Andorian commented before taking a bite of his food.

"Very true... You're sure there's nothing on long-range sensors? a random star, a nebula, some sort of asteroid field?"

"I'm guessing you've heard then?" Zaar said as he sat back and nursed his glass of water.

"About this sector being a featureless lump of black? I can see that for myself... Maybe the next one will be more interesting?" The doctor took a forkful of her Andorian tuber stew then reached for her glass of water, coughing. "What the hell is that?" she asked her captain after her coughing fit had subsided. She held out her fork, showing a vegetable that was a vibrant orangey-blue.

"I have no idea." The Andorian said taking a closer look at it. His antenna leaning forward with curiosity. "Did you medical assistance?"

"No, I'm fine... Just a bit hot... I'd think you'd recognize this..." She put the suspect vegetable beside her plate with the judicious application of a paper napkin.

"I would?" Zaar commented taking another look at the half masticated vegetable.

"This is Andorian stew, yes? I suppose, though, given the way my molars chomped through it, maybe not?" She gave him a teasing grin.

"Oh yes, now I see it." The Captain lied. He was beginning to think the Andorian food on the ships replicator could do with a major overhaul if that's what they were passing as Andorian stew."

As if she could read his mind, the Bajoran replied, "I wish I could reach my friend T'Varis on Earth for some advice. Her wife is a chef with a master's degree, and a particular specialty in Andorian cooking."

"When we get back, I'll be sure to contact her myself and get this rubbish sorted." Zaar replied as he took another bite of his meal. He did enjoy his meals with the Doctor. They had both become good friends.

 

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