S Is for Shoreleave
Edit: Yes, I just realized that shore leave is two words. If I change the title now it will kludge all the links up. Whoops.
Riasi: Would you care for another drink, Doctor?
Riasi: Would you care for another drink, Doctor?
Chief Medical Officer: That would be wonderful. What a beautiful sunset.
Riasi: There’ll be another along in a few minutes, sunset I mean. Weather control did a fine job today.
C.M.O.: For a species that can’t drink it, you make great ice coffee. This is the best shore leave of my life.
Mukh: Hey look! There’s the Doc! Hey Doc! Over here! C’mon guys!
Riasi: Rrrrrr?
C.M.O.: Oh copulation. What corner of Hell did you jokers crawl out of?
Nok: Actually we took a shuttle. They wouldn’t give us clearance to land. I had to land inventively a few klicks down the shore. Hey what are you doing with that torch?
Tivk: Doctor, violence never resolved anything and we bring you a message from the Chief.
Riasi: Doctor perhaps if I lit the torch ...
C.M.O.: ... wait let me hear them out. But keep the lighter handy.
Riasi: Of course.
Tivk: The Chief’s message is as follows: Get yer ass back to the ship. I don’t give a vole’s star shaped nose if you got three more days ‘a leave. I’m done playing wet nurse to these three!
Mukh: Always back to lactation with you mammals.
C.M.O.: You do a scary good impression of the Chief, Mr. Tivk.
Tivk: I strive for accuracy in all things. I omitted waving a hand beamer around for safety concerns.
Nok: You weren’t easy to find. It’s like the resort doesn’t want people looking through their guest registry.
Riasi: We do not!
Nok: You should change your encryption system. Your system is a joke that an old Cray could crack.
Riasi: I’m lighting the torch, Dolphin.
Mukh: Dolphin! I knew it!
C.M.O.: I’m a good swimmer! I liked the salmon for dinner! Don’t start that again!
Riasi: I thought I recognized you!
C.M.O: You know Mukh?
Riasi: Worst speed date of my life. Five minutes I greatly regret wasting.
C.M.O.: Listen to me you three; tell the Chief he’s out of luck. I’m staying for the rest of my leave. Now. Go. A. Way.
Nok: Don’t be that way, Doc. We need you. Mukh is putting on a brave front but the poor froggy is in need of your services. Hear us out.
C.M.O: Make it good. I’m hanging on to the lighter AND the torch.
Mukh: My lunch got away from me after I ate it for a change and all over a lifter, a shuttle ... and the Chief. So I went for a check up and ... I’m ovulating all over the place. I want you to handle the fertilization.
C.M.O.: You’re a ... but we’ve been calling you ‘Mister’.
Mukh: And I was till recently. Didn’t you read the manual on me?
Nok: I want to know how the Doc is going to handle the fertilization.
Tivk: Mr ... Ms. Mukh’s people lay their eggs in a water environment. They are then fertilized by a male. Doubtless she wants the Doctor to handle the ... particulars of the fertilization chamber and introduction of the male genetic material.
Mukh: You make a beautiful act sound so cold. Anyway a hot tub, a bottle of Jack and some mood music and I can do my part. The male genetic whatsit I kept in cold storage for just such an emergency.
Riasi: What the hell was the point of you speed dating me?
Mukh: I get lonely, toots.
Nok: Also ... this resort is just a front to pump Fleet officers for information.
Riasi: Rrrrr ... good luck with that. All he’s done is bitch about you three for two weeks.
C.M.O.: All right I’ll go! I’ll meet you at the shuttle in an hour. Just let me pack and settle my bill.
Tivk: Excellent. We will prep the shuttle for take off.
C.M.O.: So ... pumping me for information?
Riasi: You had no information we required. I determined that your second day here.
C.M.O.: Then why the wining and dining and snogging and such for two weeks?
Riasi: Cat girls like to take a little leave too ... Dolphin.
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