DocTomoe
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Nyli III Settlement - Scuttled Carrier Complex #19, Medbay #99
The hour was something around what could be called 'noon' on the surface of Nyli III, the sunlight shined upon the planet, and the day was quite nice out... of course, it did not matter when you were inside of one of the many scuttled carriers which served as colony complexes for the Lorath people.
Within one of these scuttled carriers, a conversation had taken place between an LSDF junior officer, and a New Tur'lista doctor. The debate was about if one of the doctor's patients was ready for conversation, of course, the doctor argued, but eventually allowed the visitor to be let in.
A young but strong feminine voice called into the curtained off section of the medical bay. "Chief Mauro, are you awake?"
"Barely," a voice strained from the nearby bed, as Mauro Komodo Lmanel laid down, keeping his eyes tightly shut. He knew he shouldn't have stood right next to the reactor like that. He was alive, sure, but everything hurt and he wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to breed again. "This is gonna hurt tomorrow."
The curtains shifted aside, and revealed a gray uniform clad Fyunnen woman, who's name badge read 'Se'len' in the runic Lorath text, beside it, the name 'Ruby' was written in Nepleslian text. "Greetings Chief... quite a nasty accident so I read. You were exposed to... four, maybe five times the radiation which a Lorath body should be exposed to through a lifetime... quite an incident to survive. Of course, I also read that you've been through worse... so, I think you'll be quite alright in the coming days." Se'len stated as she looked down at the treatment-bandaged figure which laid on the bed before her.
"Where'd you hear that?" Mauro didn't open his eyes just yet, his hair all mussed and overdue for a dye job, yellow-blond fading into white at the roots. In any case, he'd be more worried if he actually wanted kids. "Service records?" It wasn't exactly a secret, of course. His luck would be the stuff of legend if he weren't otherwise so unassuming, and remarkably shitty at the whole shaman thing.
"Well, it is sort of my job to read about who I'm going to be commanding." Se'len explained as she picked up Mauro's chart, she examined the data that she could understand. "So yes, your service records, which are quite impressive I must add... other than the fact that you tend to blow up thirty percent of the things you lay your hands upon."
"I don't have much of a service to reflect on, but I guess I've done well, yeah." Blinking, Mauro opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, idly. "I could've sworn I'd been caught in the explosions of more than that..."
"Mmm, well, I haven't looked up your civilian contractor records yet. I was planning on reading those some time later." Se'len admitted as she looked at Mauro's face. "Quite a handsome face, considering you've been beaten around in your time more than an unruly Helashio slave with a cruel trainer."
Mauro grinned a bit, laughing despite himself. "I think I have a few bite marks from some of my family's lemurs somewhere...new CO, huh? So I got to Nyli, at least."
"Oh, you made the round trip in that crate... you know you pushed that engine to fifteen-percent above it's maximum parameters before that containment chamber ruptured?" The Fyunnen woman explained as she pulled a chair up to the side of the bed, which she took a seat upon.
"I was ordered to test the engine's limits. I think the old CO had a grudge on me for that time I borrowed her hair dye." Mauro coughed. "I gave her a note saying I was borrowing it, but she's horrible with papers. My mistake."
"Mauro, you know every time you put your hands on an engine, it takes an engineering team an average of two weeks to undo all the damage you do to the machine... but we're not here to have that talk. I wanted to speak to you about a new assignment." Se'len explained as she poured herself a glass of water from a nearby pitcher.
"I didn't get much detail other than the transfer, actually," Mauro said. Finally bringing his eyes over to his CO he asked quite simply, "Could I have one of those? And some painkillers? Radiation's a bit of a bitch."
"Mmm, it is up to the doctor." Se'len silently used her neural implant to ask the doctor about the matter, soon after, she presented a cup with a flexible straw to Mauro. "There you go, however, you're already maxed out for your painkiller allotment for the next few hours."
"Guess I've built up a tolerance over the years." Sipping on the glass, Mauro sighed. "So what's the new assignment you're talking about?"
"Well..." Se'len began to explain as she took a sip from her water. "You've been selected by my direct superior to be under my command as a test pilot and researcher. We're going to be testing the newest equipment to the Matriarchy, and evaluating unknown equipment."
"That sounds a lot like my old job," Mauro said, the straw making a very loud and audible sound. "What's different about this placement?"
"Better pay, better hours, more variety, and you're going to have someone babysitting you at all times to ensure that you don't blow your wings off." The Fyunnen woman replied in a cheerful tone.
Mauro's ears perked up at that last part, and he very quickly sat up, before lying back down on account of his cracked spine. "Babysat? Meaning, I'm gonna have a wingman."
"Wingmen, plural." Se'len quickly corrected.
"Right." Mauro sighed. "I guess I could get used to it, assuming no one tries to crush my head in their thighs. That happened once, actually..." Hand on his chin. "It was a first date and she was rather eager, but unfortunately two weeks later she went running off with some woman twice her age..."
"Mmm, no good at all really. Well, at this time we're not expecting any female Lmanel to be in our group, so you won't have to worry about that any." Se'len stated through a soft smile as she set aside her cup of water. "So far, our group will consist of you, myself, and one other."
"So who's the other, then?" Mauro asked, sipping his drink again and trying not to think of his hideous sex life. Being a failure at what you were bred to do isn't exactly the most attractive thing in the world.
Se'len sighed lightly. "Well, she is a Fyunnen, a veteran of machine piloting... her name is not important right now however, I still have to ensure that she is willing to take the assignment."
"Right, right..." Mauro continued to sip, idly. Awkward. "So when do they expect me out of here?"
"As soon as you're healthy enough to pilot... judging by the equipment they have in this heap, you'll be fine sometime this week, that is also what the doctor told me on the way in. 'Wait a week, then you can talk to him'... blah blah blah."
"I think he's still shocked that I'm not dead." The pilot smiled. "I do that to doctors."
"Mmm, I hope you don't do that to anymore doctors any time soon... I don't like the idea of down-time. On that note, one week, and I'll be expecting you at the Nyli II military complex. Landing pad A-6. Good health to you." With those words, Se'len made her way out of the treatment area and left to tend to other affairs.
The hour was something around what could be called 'noon' on the surface of Nyli III, the sunlight shined upon the planet, and the day was quite nice out... of course, it did not matter when you were inside of one of the many scuttled carriers which served as colony complexes for the Lorath people.
Within one of these scuttled carriers, a conversation had taken place between an LSDF junior officer, and a New Tur'lista doctor. The debate was about if one of the doctor's patients was ready for conversation, of course, the doctor argued, but eventually allowed the visitor to be let in.
A young but strong feminine voice called into the curtained off section of the medical bay. "Chief Mauro, are you awake?"
"Barely," a voice strained from the nearby bed, as Mauro Komodo Lmanel laid down, keeping his eyes tightly shut. He knew he shouldn't have stood right next to the reactor like that. He was alive, sure, but everything hurt and he wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to breed again. "This is gonna hurt tomorrow."
The curtains shifted aside, and revealed a gray uniform clad Fyunnen woman, who's name badge read 'Se'len' in the runic Lorath text, beside it, the name 'Ruby' was written in Nepleslian text. "Greetings Chief... quite a nasty accident so I read. You were exposed to... four, maybe five times the radiation which a Lorath body should be exposed to through a lifetime... quite an incident to survive. Of course, I also read that you've been through worse... so, I think you'll be quite alright in the coming days." Se'len stated as she looked down at the treatment-bandaged figure which laid on the bed before her.
"Where'd you hear that?" Mauro didn't open his eyes just yet, his hair all mussed and overdue for a dye job, yellow-blond fading into white at the roots. In any case, he'd be more worried if he actually wanted kids. "Service records?" It wasn't exactly a secret, of course. His luck would be the stuff of legend if he weren't otherwise so unassuming, and remarkably shitty at the whole shaman thing.
"Well, it is sort of my job to read about who I'm going to be commanding." Se'len explained as she picked up Mauro's chart, she examined the data that she could understand. "So yes, your service records, which are quite impressive I must add... other than the fact that you tend to blow up thirty percent of the things you lay your hands upon."
"I don't have much of a service to reflect on, but I guess I've done well, yeah." Blinking, Mauro opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, idly. "I could've sworn I'd been caught in the explosions of more than that..."
"Mmm, well, I haven't looked up your civilian contractor records yet. I was planning on reading those some time later." Se'len admitted as she looked at Mauro's face. "Quite a handsome face, considering you've been beaten around in your time more than an unruly Helashio slave with a cruel trainer."
Mauro grinned a bit, laughing despite himself. "I think I have a few bite marks from some of my family's lemurs somewhere...new CO, huh? So I got to Nyli, at least."
"Oh, you made the round trip in that crate... you know you pushed that engine to fifteen-percent above it's maximum parameters before that containment chamber ruptured?" The Fyunnen woman explained as she pulled a chair up to the side of the bed, which she took a seat upon.
"I was ordered to test the engine's limits. I think the old CO had a grudge on me for that time I borrowed her hair dye." Mauro coughed. "I gave her a note saying I was borrowing it, but she's horrible with papers. My mistake."
"Mauro, you know every time you put your hands on an engine, it takes an engineering team an average of two weeks to undo all the damage you do to the machine... but we're not here to have that talk. I wanted to speak to you about a new assignment." Se'len explained as she poured herself a glass of water from a nearby pitcher.
"I didn't get much detail other than the transfer, actually," Mauro said. Finally bringing his eyes over to his CO he asked quite simply, "Could I have one of those? And some painkillers? Radiation's a bit of a bitch."
"Mmm, it is up to the doctor." Se'len silently used her neural implant to ask the doctor about the matter, soon after, she presented a cup with a flexible straw to Mauro. "There you go, however, you're already maxed out for your painkiller allotment for the next few hours."
"Guess I've built up a tolerance over the years." Sipping on the glass, Mauro sighed. "So what's the new assignment you're talking about?"
"Well..." Se'len began to explain as she took a sip from her water. "You've been selected by my direct superior to be under my command as a test pilot and researcher. We're going to be testing the newest equipment to the Matriarchy, and evaluating unknown equipment."
"That sounds a lot like my old job," Mauro said, the straw making a very loud and audible sound. "What's different about this placement?"
"Better pay, better hours, more variety, and you're going to have someone babysitting you at all times to ensure that you don't blow your wings off." The Fyunnen woman replied in a cheerful tone.
Mauro's ears perked up at that last part, and he very quickly sat up, before lying back down on account of his cracked spine. "Babysat? Meaning, I'm gonna have a wingman."
"Wingmen, plural." Se'len quickly corrected.
"Right." Mauro sighed. "I guess I could get used to it, assuming no one tries to crush my head in their thighs. That happened once, actually..." Hand on his chin. "It was a first date and she was rather eager, but unfortunately two weeks later she went running off with some woman twice her age..."
"Mmm, no good at all really. Well, at this time we're not expecting any female Lmanel to be in our group, so you won't have to worry about that any." Se'len stated through a soft smile as she set aside her cup of water. "So far, our group will consist of you, myself, and one other."
"So who's the other, then?" Mauro asked, sipping his drink again and trying not to think of his hideous sex life. Being a failure at what you were bred to do isn't exactly the most attractive thing in the world.
Se'len sighed lightly. "Well, she is a Fyunnen, a veteran of machine piloting... her name is not important right now however, I still have to ensure that she is willing to take the assignment."
"Right, right..." Mauro continued to sip, idly. Awkward. "So when do they expect me out of here?"
"As soon as you're healthy enough to pilot... judging by the equipment they have in this heap, you'll be fine sometime this week, that is also what the doctor told me on the way in. 'Wait a week, then you can talk to him'... blah blah blah."
"I think he's still shocked that I'm not dead." The pilot smiled. "I do that to doctors."
"Mmm, I hope you don't do that to anymore doctors any time soon... I don't like the idea of down-time. On that note, one week, and I'll be expecting you at the Nyli II military complex. Landing pad A-6. Good health to you." With those words, Se'len made her way out of the treatment area and left to tend to other affairs.