A Little Pampering of the Health Kind

Posted on Tue Jun 23rd, 2020 @ 3:12am by Captain M'Mira & Lieutenant Tristian Hudson

767 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Mission 3: Diplomacy, what’s that?
Location: Falton Station - Sick Bay

M'Mira had gracefully strolled into the medical bay. There was something about her new personnel that just made her happy. Perhaps it was the fact that she was able to get more cat naps than she had in many months. People doing things for her and the station was what life was all about. Now, if she could only find a proper male Caitian to pamper her in the lifestyle to which she would like to become accustomed.

“Commander. I am glad to see that you value such pampering as health as one of your virtues.” He smiled. He led her over into the large room, with lots of lighting.

“How have you been, Commander? Life? Everything? Any Tom’s around.”

"I have been perrrfectly fine lately. I am verrrry pleased to have you. As to Tom's, I am morrre than cerrrtain that you could check the station database forrr them. I do not much get into names. How arrre you settling in?"

“I am settling in well, Commander. Thank you.” He gestured for M’Mira to take a seat on the standard raised biobed. He looked for species hallmarks of well being, cardiovascular, ocular, gastrointestinal.

“May I see your paw?” He gestured—the other hand holding a tricorder. Since M’Mira used her front paws less, walking mostly upright, he still had to check for abnormalities.

M'Mira daintily handed the Doctor her immaculately treated right paw. The nails were painted her favored ruby red. She smiled at the doctor since he used a much more proper term for what many called her hands. This doctor seems to have an appreciation for Caitians. He may go far. Such proper ettiquette. "You'rrre not going to prrropose, arrre you?" she asked playfully.

He smiled. M'Mira was cheeky. "Ma'am. I am happily married." He offered. "Although we could stay here and talk about how luxurious your coat is Commander. But, then we couldn't discuss any medical assistance to the inhabitants." He frowned.

Purring happily, M'Mira decided immediately that she liked this doctor. He noticed her coat. "Oh, I do not see why we could not do both," she replied most pleased. "Yourrr wife is a lucky woman. You would not happen to know any well placed Caitian males that might be looking forrr a suitable mate?"

Damien smiled. “If I did. It would be a crime for me to let them around you, Ma’am.” He chuckled. There were a few male Caitian’s in the fleet he knew from medical works, but none face to face.

“I understand my medical requests have been pre-approved.”

"A crrrime you say?" M'Mira beamed at her Chief Medical Officer. I'm definitely keeping this one. "Oh, yes. Everrrything that you have rrrequested has been apprrroved. My intent is to make surrre we can do everrrything we can to show Starrrfleet what we'rrre made of."

“Commander. I thank you for your prompt approval.” He was relieved. He would have the necessary allotment that was requested and immediately.

“Would you care to have dinner, to dine with us tonight with my wife and me? Our guest.” Tristian asked.

"It has been quite some time since I have had a leisurrrely dinnerrr. I accept. What time should I arrrrrrive and what should I brrring?" M'Mira asked with a subtly pleased purr to her voice.

"How about 1800? Time for some cocktails first. What do you desire, we will have it ready?" He knew how to get the the heart of this Caitian. And it was all in good fun, M'Mira was a big heart!

Practically drooling at the prospect of having her favorite drink made, M'Mira asked, "How arrrre you at making a White Rrrrusian with extrrra crrream?"

"There is dancing doctors in starfleet, saxophone playing Commander's." He shrugged. "A bartending Doctor I am." With that he slowly took his cue to let M'Mira get on with her station. He would be back in Medical overseeing some patient data trials.

"Don't forget. Building 1, Deck 03. Officer's quarters A229."

Playfully, M'Mira let her claw wave downward at Tristian from the wrist. "Pppshaaawww! Forrrget? Not likely, Doctorrr. With you being a barrrtending doctorrr and yourrr lovely administrrrations herrre, I am cerrrtain that it will be a night to rrrememberrr."

M'Mira looked all posh, yet the Doctor knew those claws and paws were strong as steel and she could really mess up an intruder if the Commander had wanted.

"Me and Petty Officer 1st Class Grace Hudson will be looking forward."

[Tag/Wrap]

Commander M'Mira
Commanding Officer, Faltan Station

And

Lieutenant Tristian Hudson
Chief of Medical, Faltan Station

 

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