Posted by Captain Alexxander Ryley (Chief Medical Officer) in Side sim: Visiting the Counselor

Posted by Sergeant Major Euridice S. Granger (A. Co Company Sergeant Major) in Side sim: Visiting the Counselor

Posted by Captain Alexxander Ryley (Chief Medical Officer) in Side sim: Visiting the Counselor
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Reporting for duty required two check ins to clear an officer. One was medical, that was a given. The other… Ryley sighed and tapped his cane firmly against the floor. Now clean and wearing new Jeans and a blazer jacket over a blue shirt he had even had time to trim his beard and his hair from the unruly mess he was in when the captain picked him up,

He sighed and scratched his beard. He hated the CNS appointments, which tended to either become overly touchy feely and tried to put him in touch with his emotions, tried to cure him of some sort of psychiatric condition or were outright hostile. There ever was an in between.

Half wondering what Jacobs would say if he had to return to her, cap in hand, and say nope sorry Kiddo. No duty for me, just drop me off on Risa on your way past there’s a good Skipper. Ryley clenched his fist and rubbed the thumb and forefinger of the fist across his furrowed brow. He lifted the cane and jabbed the chime of the door with the bottom of it and waited.

Ryley
MD

Granger was sitting in the chair waiting for the counsellor to return when the door chime went off. He barked a terse “ENTER” figuring it was better that whoever had come to see that wasn’t standing around in the corridor like a jack ass waiting for the man to return. What he didn’t expect when the doors opened was that it would be Ryley standing outside. Ohh great....just what I need today. Another cake eater who thinks he’s the font of all humour and wisdom

– CSGTMJR Granger, Marine

Ryley did so at the barked command and did a double take as he watched the Marine sitting where he expected the CNS to be. He frowned, no that wasn’t right…he had been drunk when he met the man sure and half delirious from pain and whatever but unless he was really losing his touch this didn’t add up.

As the door closed Ryley relaxed his brow and instead fixed Granger with a perplexed look. “You know, it could have been the stations poor lighting but back on Tortuga you looked more like sergeant buzzkill than counsellor.”

He turned his cane In his hand. “ what happened? You get lost on your way to your barracks or did you need to come talk about some random you choked on your last mission that means you can’t sleep at night now? If it’s the later I can come back another time. Like July.”

Ryley
MD

“Or perhaps it was the copious quantity of alcohol in your bloodstream, or that phaser beam. Though for someone who believes the person he’s standing alone in a room with is a cold blooded killer who likes to choke out random civilians you’re awfully calm. That or just awfully stupid to be mouthing off considering you can’t outrun or probably outfight said cold blooded jar head. So why don’t you stow the attitude and sit your ass down. Before I knock you onto it.....Sir.” The way Granger twisted the word Sir, sounded like a bit of an insult. Euridice if anything had one fatal flaw that had seen him get into trouble and sent to counselling a few times. That was his mouth. When he was on duty and in the thick of it down range the man was the shining beacon of professionalism. But he just didn’t tolerate idiotic officers too well and it had cost him more then one mandatory trip to the ship’s counsellor. Which was part of the reason why he was here now.

– CSGTMJR Granger, Marine

A slight smirk turned the corner of Ryley’s mouth upwards. “Would that be on my ass or on my attitude?” He asked innocently and moved to the other seat regardless. He sat, manoeuvred his bad leg out slightly in front and hooked the cane on the chair arm. Then he considered Granger. “First of all, don’t call me sir. It’s Ryley or Doctor Ryley if you prefer or just Doc. Second, it was Three quarters a bottle and it was medicinal, trust me I ran out of painkillers.”

He surveyed the man again as if sizing him up before he continued. When he did his tone was relaxed and conversational. “Besides if you had wanted to kill me you would have already and though you do want to knock me on my ass, don’t worry I get that a lot, you didn’t do it before because Skipper was watching. She’s not here now however so if you need to go ahead. Because your right I can’t outrun you or outfight you. But be warned I kick and i bite and I fight dirty, you’re likely to find me packing hypos again and believe it or not this cane works nicely as more than a walking aid.”

He left the comment there as a matter of fact statement and surveyed the room. Didn’t fit. “So, attitude issue or authority issue or both?” He asked.

Ryley
MD

“Then just maybe you aren’t as stupid a cake eater as you look Sir. Only a moron fights his enemy square on and by some notion of fairness.” At which point Granger looked around a moment before looking Ryley dead in the eyes. “I don’t like you, but unless the skipper orders it then you don’t have to worry about me punching your dial. Unless of course she changes her mind, then you’ll be beaten, bloodied or just in a bag on her say so. But to answer your question I have a pathological intolerance of stupidity.”

– CSGTMJR Granger