Who's Blood is Really Green?

Posted on Mon Jun 8th, 2020 @ 8:55am by Lieutenant Colonel Johnathon Hayter & Lieutenant Commander Calvin Morgan

Mission: Into The Delta Triangle
Location: Sick Bay - U.S.S. Astraea

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Making his rounds around the Astraea, John knew it was going to be about that time to get checked out by the medical medical officer. This wasn't completely his favorite place, but he also knew that he would be in this area more than most officers that weren't medical officers. He was sure that if his marines were used in their full use, his marines would see this area. But deep down, he hoped that his new batch of marines were going to be on the opposite side of that spectrum. It was only a matter of time before they knew for sure. As for himself...

The doors slid open and the skeleton crew of the department were keeping somewhat busy. So when the marine walked in, he got a few eyes. All he could really do was smile slightly and wave in a dumb way. "Hello!"

With a raised eyebrow, Calvin set down on the equipment he was working on. The face wasn't familiar, he racked his brain hard. He felt like he had seen pretty much every crewman onboard at one point or another during the past missions. A relaxed face followed as he piped up, "Hello, how can I help you...?" He trailed off, looking for an introduction.

John looked over at the vulcan and raised an eye brow of his own. Certainly this was going to be a challenge, fore sure. But did he want to take this in a professional manor or screw with the man... "Lieutenant Colonel John Hayter, head marine pain in the butt, and you are?"

"Head Medical Pain in the Butt, Calvin Morgan. Most simplify it to Doc," he replied with an easy tone of voice and smile. His state of dress wouldn't betray his position, having doffed his uniform jacket and rolled up his sleeves hours ago. "I'm guessing just transferred and looking for the all desired physical?"

"Only if I have to. My previous doctor on the Gladiator gave me a detailed physical before living. Also a doctor's note. It should be in my transfer documents," he smirked as he walked up to the vulcan hybrid and reached out. "Nice to meet you, Doctor. Not many of you prefer to forgo the purge of emotions."

Calvin shrugged and shook hands. "I'm too human. My Vulcan side is just a nagging interior voice. I studied and worked on Vulcan for a number of years. Long story. Well hop up on the bio bed, I'll take quick vitals and check your file. As long as there aren't any red flags I won't subject you to my torture." He walked to a console and activated it as well as the bio bed, waiting for Hayter to mount before starting the vitals scan.

John did as asked and got up on the bio bed. He wasn't completely sure why, but there was something about the man that he was enjoying. As he waited, the marine sighed as he reiterated the previous medical check up. "So what, Doctor Fallon didn't record it properly? Cause I did get a through checkup."

"Call it a touch of OCD, and a pinch of trust but verify," Calvin replied quickly with a smile, having recognized his request of vitals to seem possibly over the top. It took the bio bed only moments to start recording data, which Calvin compared to the information in the last physical. "Seems like a solid head to toe physical with no complications. Vitals are comparable."

Calvin shut down the console and stepped around it, leaving no physical barrier between the two, something Calvin found can be harsh in conversations. "Unless you have anything specific you want me to check, you're good by me." He commented.

"No, I am happy you didn't ask for me to strip. Now if you were a sexy red headed young lady, that would be a different story," Hayter slightly smirked before finally sighed and looked at the unusual vulcan hybrid. "Tell me, Doc, what are your opinions of marines?""

"Opinion of marines?" Calvin responded, slightly baffled by the question. "They tend to be slightly more frequent visitors down here, otherwise I can't say I have much of an opinion of them. Why do you ask?"

"Just testing the waters with some of our departments aboard," John explained as he shrugged while he looked the vulcan hybrid over. "So what is your deal. Tell me this long story of yours, Mr. Green blooded hob-goblin?

Calvin raised an eyebrow for a moment. "Born of mixed blood on a Starbase. Spent many years as a base rat getting in trouble. Paramedic smacked some sense in me, which put me through the Starfleet route. Studied on Vulcan for a while. I still cause trouble, just with a more monotone affect and under the guise of medical necessity. That's the short version. The long version only happens over true hard liquor in a dive bar." He waited a moment to let the man digest his quick synopsis. "Does that satisfy your intrigue of this "hob-goblin"?"

"Even better but I think the main question I need to ask now is... what is your poison?" the marine countered as he sat there waiting to be released from the bed. He was now more interested than ever to find out what else he could find about this new doctor.

A sly smirk developed on his face for a moment. "Depends on the day, but bourbon neat has never done me wrong. You're good to go, I'll have your files updated with this as your current physical, save you from coming back by a little bit."

"Sounds good, but one last thing," John jumped up and stretched before walking out. "Do you have a veterinarian on board or you fully comfortable in handling pets?"

"No vet on board, but yes I'm comfortable handling them. What's the pet?" Calvin responded.

"An earth well known bread, a full blooded german sheppard dog. Meeka, more of a protection dog then a military service dog," the marine shrugged.

Calvin nodded. "Bring Meeka by anytime with medical records if you have them. I can do a check up for sure."

"Sounds like a plan," John nodded as he took in a deep breath. "I'll bring the poison for us to share."

“Only if you have bail money,” He replied simply, with the subtlest of smirks.

There was a long pause as John looked the man over and smirked raising both of his hands up with thumbs up. "Oh I'm going to enjoy this ship. I'll see you later, Mr. Elf!" With that, he turned and headed out. There was no doubt that this was going to be a more enjoyable assignment then he had expected.

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Lt. Colonel Johnathon Hayter
Marine Detachment Commander
U.S.S. Astraea

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Lieutenant Commander Calvin Morgan
Chief Medical Officer
U.S.S. Astraea