The first casualty... (Laila)

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The first casualty... (Laila)

Post by Aklee » 2011-04-08 02:59

No position was comfortable. It wasn't the bed's fault. The Empire had been generous with her accommodations. All the same she just laid there on her back, staring at the bulkhead above. The only light was from the holo-projector idle screen in the corner, a dim pale glow occasionally interrupted by the flashing processor's indicator light. Aklee thought she'd leave it on all night. It'd been too long since she'd slept in the pitch blackness of ship's quarters. It felt strange to ask for a nightlight, so the holo-projector would just have to do.

As she lay there she stretched her right leg. It caused the pain to flare up in her knee. Aklee rolled her eyes and stretched it even further. It was such a strange feeling, as though everything would be fine if she could just pop the knee cap. But that sharp relief never came. Rather a dull nagging sensation taunted her even more now that she'd tested it.

It'd started a few weeks ago. She figured it was just one of those little getting older things. But it hadn't gone away. In all that time she had to brace her arm on her knee every time she stepped up stairs. Otherwise it hurt too much. Fortunately she could do it subtly and naturally, at least no one had said anything to her yet. But it made her feel old and slow and imagine being a decrepit grandmother. That just wasn't right. Keeping a positive self image had become central to her success, especially in the business world.

With an audible sigh she sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. She had to brace against the bed to stand up. Once up she could move around just fine, thankfully. It was easy to conceal, but she could still feel it. Well, that wasn't entirely true. It came and went. But tonight, it came with a fierceness. She through on some of her business casual clothing; a black blouse with golden embroidered designs from her homeworld under a soft gray jacket and black slacks. But she wasn't wearing high heels damn it. Not to the damn medcenter. They just made her knee feel worse. She wore dress blacks instead.

“Jack Frost?” Aklee addressed the onboard AI as she poured a quick glass of water from her private kitchen.

“Vicereine?” The masculine AI responded.

“I'm going to the medcenter. Prompt the staff down there.” She took a sip. The water tasted funny still, it had a strange alkaline twinge to it. It was the purifier no doubt. This water was clean and probably a lot healthier than what she was used to. But hell if she didn't like a tall cool glass of whatever the frak Bilbringi put in their water. She'd adjust to ICE's water soon enough.

“Are you all right Vicereine? Do you require assistance?” Jack's tone didn't properly match the concern implied by his words, even though he did sound quite soft and endearing. He was still young. It'd take him time to fully master human emotional replication.

“No, thank you. It's just a little knee trouble. I can move around fine.” She gulped down the rest of the water before walking to her refresher.

“I'm grateful for that. I'm uploading your medical information to the medcenter queue now. A room will be waiting for you upon arrival, Vicereine.”

“Thank you,” Aklee said as she pulled a brush through her hair. She didn't see the need to fully dress herself up, but she did wish to keep a constant image of cleanliness and control at all times. It mean a lot to the crew down the road, even if they didn't know it. She folded her long black hair up in the back and clamped it into place. It'd do for now.

“My pleasure,” Jack concluded before his line went dead.

As Aklee stepped out of her front door she surprised the two soldiers standing guard outside. "Ma'am," one of them said, reflexively snapping to attention. The other followed suit. She checked their named tags, Aiden and Taske.

She smiled at them. "I'm not an officer. You don't need my at ease."

"Yes Ma'am," Taske replied, the taller of the two. They both remained stiff as a board.

“I'm going to the medcenter,” she said, not quite used to having to explain herself to security. She started walking unsure of whether she should expect them to follow. They did with out word. That was even stranger. She wanted to point out to them that their current job on this intergalactic expedition was to stand in front of a door.

Several minutes later after a short lift ride she stepped out into the medcenter reception area. Unsurprisingly it was empty, considering the expedition just launched. She felt a little embarrassed to be one of the first patients here. There were seats off to the right in a small waiting room with a muted holoprojector replaying some of the grand ceremony recordings. A droid sat behind the reception desk, but a lone young woman in a medical uniform was standing in front of it. She was looking at Aklee and her guard contingent expectantly.

“Ms. Or,” Aklee smiled and offered her hand as she read the woman's name tag. “I take it the AI warned you I was coming.”

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Re: The first casualty... (Laila)

Post by Laila Or » 2011-05-01 02:27

Dr. Laila Or was curled up for the night, a mug of tea on the bedside table and a book of fairy tales and myths propped open on her lap. She was just starting to doze when a soft chiming sound startled her. The lights began to fade on, a sure sign that she was going to be up and working in the very near future.

“Dr. Or?” The clear male voice of Jack Frost, the AI, echoed through the room. “The Vicereine is on her way. She would like medical assistance.” Jack’s voice did not sound concerned, but his words were unsettling.

“Do you know why?” Laila peeled herself out of bed and rinsed her face. Quickly pulling on her medical officer’s uniform, she fumbled around for her shoes.

“I’m sure I don’t know but she did say she did not require assistance.” The AI’s voice politely declined to elaborate further.

Pulling her hair into a quick bun, Laila walked out of her quarters to the adjacent medical bay, pulling her white coat on as she moved.

Once she stopped to take a breath, Laila took stock of the medbay. One bed was taken, a crewman who had been a bit overzealous at the bar and was sleeping off the remnants of his one drink too many under the watchful eye of her corpsman. Everything else appeared to be in order, and she moved to the desk in the center of the bay to prepare for her latest patient. She smoothed her hair and brushed some imaginary wrinkles from her uniform as she collected a sheet and basic exam equipment.

No sooner had she gathered her thoughts and some quick supplies then the doors opened with a soft “woosh” and the Vicereine marched in, flanked by a pair of expressionless soldiers.

Laila barely had time to stand and move around the desk before the Vicereine came to a stop in front of her. “Ms. Or, I take it the AI warned you I was coming.”

Laila blinked and shook the Vicereine’s hand. “Yes, ma’am. How may I be of service?” She took a quick glance around the room and gestured to a bed slot farthest away from the one other occupant, snoring away but hidden behind a curtain. “If you would just follow me, ma’am? Would you like your escort to stay with you? We do have a waiting area if you prefer?”

Aklee gracefully waved her hand and the guards moved towards the seating area. “After you, Ms. Or.”

Laila smiled and led the way to the secluded bed space, handing her patient a standard medical gown. “What seems to be troubling you, Madam Vicereine?”
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