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Protocols and Love

Posted on Fri Feb 10th, 2017 @ 10:49pm by Captain Oliver Lee PhD & Captain Korra Ymir & Lieutenant Commander Isbee Foster M.D.

Mission: Episode 3.5 - Welcome to Paradise
Location: Main Sickbay, Deck 7, USS Arcadia



[ON]

As the doors to the sickbay slid open, Korra carefully helped Oliver inside. Both of them were in training outfit, and both of them were drenched in sweat with bruises on their exposed arms, shoulders and face. But the ship's commanding officer clearly took more punishment - a lot more punishment - and he grimaced as he walked, his right arm slung over the Marine pilot's shoulders for support.

Turning as she heard them enter, Isbee spotted the pair and was immediately at their side. She had only come aboard minutes before, but years of experience overrode any protocol she might have been breaking at the moment. The truth was this was her sickbay now, regardless of formalities. "Over here," she instructed, leading them to the nearest biobed. They were met by one of the nurses who quickly shifted the burden from Korra and eased the injured man expertly onto the examination table.

The doctor grinned slightly as she recognized her patient from her orders. "Captain Lee, I presume? Isbee Foster." A medical tricorder was in hand and she was already holding the probe towards his temple, beginning the initial head-to-toe scan. "I arrived a little early and thought I'd take a peek at sickbay. What happened?"

"Ah, Doctor Foster." Oliver managed a bright smile despite the pains afflicting multiple parts of his body. Playfully he said, "I'm sorry we can't meet under better circumstances. I'm usually a lot more presentable." Turning his head slightly in Korra's direction, he continued, "But Captain Ymir here insisted that it would be a good idea to turn off the holodeck's safety protocols."

"You said it yourself, Captain. We will be heading into the unknown and should be prepared for anything." The Marine responded. "It's not inconceivable that you would be in a situation where you would have to defend yourself against a threat in close quarters, and you must be prepared for that."

"I prefer neutralizing the threat before there is a threat, Captain."

"Of course, you do, sir." Korra retorted with a small smirk. She still found it funny addressing Oliver as "sir". She would not undermine his authority in front of others, of course. She just found it funny.

"How's our valiant captain, Doctor?" She asked the Ferengi.

"Apparently far worse on the outside than within," Isbee reported. "However, that doesn't mean there isn't some minor damage. I'm going to administer an anti-inflammatory and prescribe some rest, with follow-up massage in two to three days. If I'm not mistaken, his ship does have designated medical holosuites; I have just the program." The nurse had the hypospray in her hand, and after adjusting the dosage, the doctor pressed it against Lee's neck. "I trust you won't be making a habit of disengaging safety protocols in the future? I really don't want my first official order on this ship to be one restricting the commanding officer."

There was a friendly twinkle in her eyes as she said it, but in truth Isbee would not hesitate to restrict any individual on this ship if it were in their best interest. That hadn't always been the case, as she had been eager to help but easy to intimidate early in her career. She supposed it was simply a skill that developed with time, like the ability to multitask. Even as she waited for one captain to respond, she turned towards the other and nodded to an adjacent biobed. "Captain Ymir, was it? Please take a seat."

As Korra sat down on the biobed, Oliver said, "Oh, I'm all for protocols, Doctor. They used to call me 'Lee the Protocols Guy' back at the Academy."

With a small chuckle the Marine retorted. "No, sir. No one ever called you that." If anything, he could be quite the prankster at times. She herself had been at a victim of his shenanigans. Twice. In two days.

Oliver shrugged, only to be reminded of the bruise on his left shoulder. Grimacing slightly, he said, "Well, they should have. Cause I love protocols and protocols love me. We are love at first sight." Turning to Isbee, he asked, "Do you believe in love at first sight, Doctor?"

Isbee flashed a full, toothy grin. "I do indeed, Captain. I felt it the first moment I saw my wife, Phylicia." The doctor didn't even need to close her eyes to recall the moment; it had been a surprise birthday party for one of the Engineering crewman on the Shawnee. The ship's lounge had been close to capacity, but the two had locked eyes across the crowded room. Phylicia had found an excuse to make conversation, and the rest was history. That had been over seven years ago, and to this day Isbee truly felt she was the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen.

"Though I can't say the same about protocols," the doctor continued, slipping back into the present moment. "I have a deep respect for both the Hippocratic Oath and the Prime Directive, but in each case we decided to remain friends." Her grin had lessened but remained, as she found herself enjoying the easy conversation with her new commander.

Oliver chuckled. "Ah, friend zone, the eternal purgatory." He took a quick glance in Korra's direction before continuing. "So, Doctor, would you and your wife like to join me for dinner tomorrow night? I'll have crewman Figuroa prepare something fresh, none of that replicator stuff."

"That sounds fantastic," Isbee smiled. "Put us down as a tentative yes. I can't imagine Licia would have a conflict, but we make it a point to consult one another before finalizing any plans." She felt her ears blush a bit as she added, "Having said that, I know she would leap at the chance to have dinner with the Captain. She may no longer be a journalist, but I'm warning you now, she will most likely have question after question for you. She'll keep it all conversational, but she has an inexhaustible curiosity."

Oliver beamed. "Well, curiosity is why we are going on a mission of exploration, Doctor. I'm looking forward to it."

"I'll remember you said that," Isbee grinned mischievously. "In the meantime, I want the both of you to take it easy. Relax, recover, and wait until I see you again before engaging in any strenuous exercise." She looked both captains in the eye in turn as she gave her instructions, and could see they had been taken to heart. "Very well. I release you both to light duty."

Turning her attention towards finish her notes on the patient's records, the doctor suddenly called out before the pair could leave sickbay. "Oh, Captain Lee? I almost forgot... Permission to come aboard?"

[OFF]



Captain Oliver A. Lee
Commanding Officer
USS Arcadia NCC-89015

Lieutenant Commander Isbee Foster
Chief Medical Officer
USS Arcadia NCC-89015

 

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