Pretenses

Posted on Sat Mar 7th, 2020 @ 12:01am by Commander Nalla Furban & Commander Galiaan Fordring & Lieutenant Commander Paris Cameron
Edited on on Sat Mar 7th, 2020 @ 12:04am

Mission: Mission 67: In The Service of Life and the Living
Location: Various Locations - USS Roanoke
Timeline: 0900Hrs - March 19th, 2392

The door opened at the approach of the Deltan officer, he was dark skinned with brown eyes, he smiled easily and while he walked into the sickbay on the USS Roanoke he resolved to do the best he could for his future patients.

He looked right and then left, taking note of a sickbay in action with six cases of various issues going from a case of athlete's foot to an allergic reaction to something that someone ate. Cameron turned left and made his way to the Chief Medical Officers office where he found himself face to face with a massive woman who was easily twice his mass and more then a foot taller then he himself was. "Hello Doctor.."

Fordring regarded the smaller Deltan male before her but then when one was a Vrykul, most others were smaller then she herself was. "Come on in... Don't mind me... I know I intimidate."

"They didn't tell me how ... tall you were Doctor." Cameron responded evenly.

"Nice save." Fordring chuckled softly. "I can see why you're mate loves you."

"Well Victoria and I are very happy together... We have the babies to prove it." Cameron responded with a gentle smile. "My family doesn't approve but I do not need permission to live my life... "

"Good." Fordring responded. "So they sent me someone with some balls... I can respect that...I hope you won't argue with me too much when I diagnose something and you decide I'm wrong?"

"I will do only what I must Doctor... Thats saving peoples lives and not making you or anyone else look bad.. I don't play politics.. I'm in it for keeps."

"Good... You have the courage of your convictions... We should all be so bold." Fordring responded. "In any event, welcome aboard..." before she handed him a PADD that looked ridiculously small in her massive hands. "Could you take this to Nalla Furban... She's in the lab... But I will caution you... Please do not touch her."

"Nalla Furban... I heard she was a hybrid... A Betazoid and a Deltan I believe.."

"You heard correct... Please ... Do not do anything-" was as far as Fordring got before Cameron simply raised his hand. "Do not worry Doctor... I am not one of those window-licking morons that seem to inhabit this ship with a frightening degree of regularity."

"I see... Well we shall see then. You start tomorrow morning at eight sharp... Any questions?"

"No Doctor. I'll go and hand deliver this report." Cameron responded, before Fordring dismissed him. He went over to the science lab where he tapped the door bell.

Nalla called out, "It is open." Then she bent down and rubbed Roscoe's ears as she read of technical readouts of her redesigned neural assist band.

The door opened and in walked the Deltan male. He regarded the small woman before him. "Doctor. The report you asked for.... I was asked to hand-deliver it to you." as he regarded her, gentle smile on his face.

If she had normal eyes, they would have gone bug-eyed. Another deltan, and on this ship. "Errrm....." Nalla was speechless as she took the padd.

Cameron regarded her. "Is something troubling you Doctor?" he inquired of her.

"I just had not expected to see another Deltan on this posting, is all." Nalla gave him an apologetic head nod. "I have not conversed with one since I left my home - as a preteen."

"I understand." Cameron responded. "I am not your average Deltan. You should know that before we start working together."

"You are the second Deltan I know. My first, is my father - an exile of your homeworld. I am but half-Deltan," Nalla explained. "My foster mother did the best she could with consulting Deltan colleagues on certain aspects of Deltan culture, but I admit I was never well-versed. I only have a general understanding of our ways."

"Do not be troubled by it. I tend to prefer the ways of my mate rather then my own... My family does not approve of my lifestyle choices or my choice of mate... However that is their loss... I do not care either way." the male Deltan shrugged as he regarded the small female before him.

Nalla gave a small nod, a tad confused. She was unsure what he wanted from her. "Maybe I shall call upon you for Deltan culture lessons at some point," the doctor spoke.

Cameron regarded the small Deltan female before him. "As you wish... Since you deem them of value.." he paused. "I can assist you with other matters, should you need new outlets for your troubles." he paused as he regarded the small female before her, as he wondered what she would be like in bed.

"My foster mother believes it is a good idea to learn as much as I can about my heritage," Nalla stated as fact.

Cameron nodded his head slowly. "Very well... I can share with you what I know of our people.." he then shrugged his shoulders. "When and where should we meet?"

"I am relieved at 1700 hours," Nalla told him, a small smile forming on her face. Unknown to her, of course.

"Very well." Cameron responded. "I will be here."

"Until then," Nalla nodded.

Cameron turned and departed without another word. He knew that tonight would be diverting and if he played his cards right, he would be taking the small Deltan Doctor to bed.