Spit Shine

Posted on Wed Aug 29th, 2012 @ 4:48am by 1st Lieutenant Kara Melo & Petty Officer 1st Class Samuel "Doc" Renfroe EMT-P
Edited on on Sat Sep 1st, 2012 @ 4:51pm

989 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: The Enemy Within: Lying in Wait
Location: Marine Deck

ON

Doc had healed well and getting much better hustling about the Marine medical facilities getting them ready for the uses he hoped they never see. Spittoons set about the floor as doc work he had a wad of chewing tobacco in his jaw spitting streams out ever so often muttering to himself when he issues complaining to air as he corrected them.

Kara stood in the doorway, her arms folded over her chest. Her expression grew more and more grim and she watched. She turned and walked out of the room again, returning several minutes later with Renfroe's toothbrush and a bottle of solvent. She thrust them into his face and ordered. "Spit out that tobacco, jettison the spittoons and scrub the floor until there isn't a spec on it. Do I make myself clear, Petty Officer?"

“Of course staff sergeant would you like that done before or after I see to vital life saving supplies and equipment the devil dogs and I need to save lives, incase you haven’t noticed I am the corpsman on this ship So with respect if some thing jacked up here I would find it preferable and find and fix it now, not why I’m trying to put a kid’s guts back in him.” Doc replied taking the toothbrush and solvent.

"From where I stand, the only guts you're likely to replace will be your own. Are you telling me you're spitting all over my deck while ON DUTY?" Kara stood, feet apart and fists on hips. She was not amused or impressed by the medic.

"If you were the only medic on the ship I'd still have you busted for dereliction of duty and insubordination. You are hereby relieved of duty until you scrub the floor. If you do a good enough job, I won't make you scrub the rest of the deck. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" she barked.

“As crystal and just for the record I wasn’t spitting the floor hence the spittoons.” As walked to the far corner of the room to start scrubbing.” ~hard nosed bitch, I might not be the only medic but I am the most experienced one I’d to see her see pull the shrapnel outa a kinds spleen under heavy fire, I’m a medic not janitor.~ Doc thought to himself

"Corpsman!" Kara waited for him to turn and look at her. "When you're done cleaning, report to the Chief Medical Officer for a refresher course in proper military discipline and procedure. If you don't, there are plenty of medics on board who would be more than happy to replace you."

“Aye staff sergeant.” Doc replied ~ you can your military discipline and procedure and shove it were the sun don’t shine~ He thought

Kara signaled to two MPs standing near the doorway. "Please make sure Mr. Renfroe cleans the deck until it shines. Then escort him off to the turbolift and see that he leaves. If he comes back before I say so, send him to the brig."

She turned to the medic. "Next time you decide to think so loudly you're practically shouting, make sure it's not in the presence of a Betazoid. I'll send a report to Commander Bowen and Commodore York. I don't want to see you down here again until you apologize. In triplicate. Consider yourself banished from Marine country."

She nodded to the two MPs. "If he refuses to clean, contact Starfleet security. He can become there problem."

"Yes, ma'am. Okay, buddy, back to work."

“Kindly turn your beam into soul off or at least down; my private thoughts are just that my Private thought, what happened to that whole telepaths and empathy asking permission before ya’ll invade our privacy.” Doc replied as he began scrubbing. ~how the hell do you apologize in triplicate anyway?~ he thought

"Then stop shouting," Kara said. "I can't turn it off or on, but I can block most thoughts. You were impossible to block."

“This is got to be the first time I’ve been of thinking to loudly; I don’t think I know how to think any less loudly.” He replied as he scrubbed. ~is such a thing even possible~ he thought

Kara just shook her head. She didn't feel inclined at the moment to get into a discussion about Betazoid telepathy. As long as he cleaned up his mess she would leave it at a report to the Chief Medical Officer.

She would also consider talking to Captain Mangalia abut transferring him to Bravo Platoon. She glanced at the Medic again. On second thought, she'd keep him in Alpha and make sure this never happened again.

-------------------------------------2 Hour's later -------------------------------------------------------

Doc had worked his way from one side of the room to the other, he glanced up at the MP “well guys is that good enough to let me get back to the real work around here?”

The MPs looked over the deck. If it wasn't for Staff Sergeant Melo, they'd end up cleaning it as well. "It'll pass. But you can't go back to work. We're to escort you to the turbolift. You need to report to Commander Bowen before you can return to duty here."

Doc sighed “alright lets get this over with these shelves won’t inventory or stock themselves.” He replied in southern drawal.

Both MPs nodded in unison. They walked the Medic to the turbolift and punched the button. When the doors opened, they entered a security code to take the medic directly to deck 12 so he could talk to the doctor and stood back for Renfroe to enter.

"So do you two do everything unison, just asking that’s kinda creepy, just saying.” Doc said as entered

"No," they said, again in unison as the door to the turbolift closed.

OFF

Staff Sergeant Kara Melo
Alpha Platoon Leader

Petty Officer First Class Samuel "Doc" Renfroe
Medic

 

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