Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side-sim: The Reckoning

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side-sim: The Reckoning

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Roman shook his head. “I haven’t the faintest idea what she’s on about.” He said. Not too long later the regenerator was finally done and Randy was taking a scan of his leg. “She’s got connections. I’m convinced there isn’t much she couldn’t get on or off this ship.”

Then Randy seemed to turn serious, it really was dizzying how quickly he could go from goofy to life-and-death dead serious. Roman had felt better after leaving Sickbay. More relaxed, his vitals were staying lower which made him feel better, and that made dealing with his pain easier. The distraction known as Pipkin had helped with that, too. Roman didn’t like the implication of the question, he knew where Randy was going with it. Roman could tell the meds hadn’t worn off yet, and Randy hadn’t yet mentioned another dose so he figured Randy was going to stay until they did. He answered cautiously, “I’ve noticed a decrease in certain symptoms.”

~ Roman

“It never ceases to amaze me how efficiently my sister can manage things, go back and forth between people, trade items, make favors, make connections with people, in an official capacity, but ask her to go eat in the Galley and she freezes up. To get your rabbit, she helped Chief Helpful get an anniversary gift back to his wife. The jeweler made a mistake and sent it to him instead of to his wife on Deneva. She made calls and got it shipped back. Arrived the day of, but was there. I’m not sure how she managed to get that small box switched from ship to ship that fast but she did.” The thing was Rand would have helped the Chief no matter what.

Roman nodded. “Deneva is where Pipkin came from. It must have been lucky there happened to be a breeder of my childhood dream pet on the colony world the Chief’s wife lives on.” He thought Rand was getting better about eating in the Galley. Just before the landing party to Kelmao, they had done a public date in the observation lounge, after all. Though, he knew she preferred to eat away from other people.

Randy laughed, “Well that’s the thing, all supplies and shipments have to be run through the quarter master, so she would have talked to him anyway. Knowing Rand she went to ask him about transport for live animals and he found out what she was up to and it went from there. Rand has that effect on people.” Randy looked over at the little rabbit, “Pipkin huh? Wasn’t that the baby from Watership Down? Fits her.”

Roman looked a bit embarrassed. “I told her some time ago that I’d always wanted a bunny that- well, exactly like Pipkin. And I told her that if that bunny happened to be a girl, that’s what I’d name her.”

“Good,” was all he said about the decrease in symptoms. “So I’m gonna hang around for a bit until we know how much pain medication you need. See I could leave it and you or Rand could administer it. Problem is, you’ll refuse, and then you start hurting like you were in sickbay, Rand might give you a double dosage. And we want to avoid that. So while we wait, want to make a bet on how much contraband work my sister is going to drag in here to you?”

Randy

Roman gave Randy another one of his looks. He was about to reply with a stubborn response about his refusal and Rand’s reaction possibly causing him to get too much, but he was stopped short by the second part of Randy’s statement. “Contraband work? What do you expect me to do all day? Sleep? Stare at the ceiling? Knit a blanket? And do you really think Rand’s going around bringing me thing I’m not meant to have?” He already had his notes and some of his reports, and he wasn’t going to mention them just in case Randy decided to take them away.

~ Roman

Randy tossed his head back and laughed, “Oh that’s cute. I already know she’s working on a way around your ‘light duty’ restriction. Pestered me with all kinds of questions about chairs and height and length, back support, etc.” He glanced at the side table and the data disks, “My sister can find loop holes in any order or regulation.” Randy’s gaze got far away, obviously remembering something. “She has first hand experience with it. So I’d bet good money, that at least one of those disks are copies of back ups of your notes. As long as you aren’t signing anything official, you do what keeps you from trying to walk the corridors.”

Randy

Roman mentally face-palmed. She asked Randy? Of course he knew what she was up to! At least he didn’t seem to be stopping her, he decided with a sigh. “Signing anything official would be a severe violation of regulation under the influence of drugs like strong pain medication.” He was okay with Rand loophole-ing him out of restrictions but generally he was by the book and strictly. None of those notes were going anywhere until they could be signed appropriately. Randy had a point - Roman wouldn’t be trying so hard to not be here if he was reading his notes and reports here. If Rand couldn’t sneak them to him he’d probably find an excuse to try and sneak down to his labs. Then he paused. “Firsthand experience?”

~ Roman