[Medical Bay]
tr'Nerik is sitting on a medical bench as the maenek comes around.
"Au have to be *more* careful Arrain."
He glances up at the sight of a humored Meira t'Kethry as she holds a medical multicorder in her hand and another diagnostic tool. Her intricately laced medical jumpsuit made t'Kethry even more prominent than her Rihannsu-breakable young face.
"Ta krenn!" she utters at tr'Nerik's confused look.
"What?"
"Hnafirh'd?" <>
He shakes his head at her impulsively.
"There's a stain on au cuff." t'Kethry motions her sleeve to him, smiling.
"Well, what about me?!"
"Au? What about au?"
"The scar on my head."
She glances it over and comes back smiling again. "It's fine."
"Augh! You concerned about your clothing while I'm dying here!"
"Rha rh1e? <>"
"Just do some ingenious medical breakthrough with me."
t'Kethry gives herself another chuckle as she walks over to a medical compartment and retrieves several tools.
"Au not operating are you?"
"On that cut? Na. I'm preparing for brain surgery."
"On who?"
t'Kethry waves a dangerous looking tool in front of him with jagged edges. "AU!"
He yelps loudly, alerting a couple maenek staff. "Naaa....!" A couple moments later he jumps out of his phobia and stares at the laughing doctor. "Na funny."
"Au ssuej'fiv I have all the psychiatric analysis of oaii'n onboard."
"By the heavens..."
"No, by the cut." She moves over with a dermal regenerator and expertly seals the tissue. "Menkha. Now I'm giving you a dose of hematozine in case the nerves and vessels around it become dilated." She presses the nozzle of a dispenser into his collar area and steps back glancing at her multicorder.
tr'Nerik lets a breath out relaxing as the once-painful spot diminishes into nothing but an old scratch. "Hann'yyo."
"Now go before I decide to operate."
This time it's he who grins and leaves the Medical bay, attempting to avoid the scattering creatures moving about the floor; it's onto meira's disgust that glimmers as she waltzes to her desk.
[Quarters]
Jarik glances over several ISDs examining new reports. Political tensions are divided with no hope of centering yet. To make matters worst, Garidian refugees were fleeing a faction-struggle colony which use to be theres. Fleeing... Something tr'Nerik was not truly blind to. He tried to fled Tal'Shiar, fled the Ra'Kholh more so on one than more occasions... and of course unnervingly fled the monotony of science lectures at the prestiged Dartha astrometric convention.
Beeps from his desk broke his reverie and he strolled over to it , tapping a button to reveal an awaiting screen: ETREHH DAISE IO-THI-KHI AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED.
He sighed, after the battle, he could only guess why he'd be contacted now.
"Authorization Nerik thi-khi-io-io-tho. The communications line is up to you, damned etrehh."
The computer acknowledged and processed. The Rihannsu isignia coalesced from it's scattered parity bits and unexpectedly, but not devoid of tr'Nerik's understanding, a man appeared on the screen.
"Greetings Erien, may the elements have let you unscathed."
It wasn't the over-bureaucratic fiery scorch of T'Sulrin but of someone else in similar uniform from Galae Command. He was far older with a glint of nuhirrien in his eyes but at the same time a condescending aptitude.
"Rha, that is so."
The Daise'Khre'riov, as Jarik noticed from the Galae crescents on his neck, smiled thinly to respond and nodded. "Mnek'ra. Now on to business..."
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