((Catecean Ops))

The dolphins hadn’t had much to do for over a week. Since most of their duties revolve around warp travel and making sure the ship was safe while travelling at warp speeds, they found new pursuit to keep them occupied.

Beach balls, dodgeballs, tennis balls, footballs(both rugby and soccer balls) parises squares staffs and various other detritous of their leisure activities littered the cetacean ops bay. Also, due to the constant splashing. Everything was wet.

“Wanna grab some balls and go stir up some shit in 4 Forward, boss” Joe the dolphin said as he flipped a soccer ball in the air and lept out of the pool and batted it against a corner bulkhead with his tail.

“Nah, I gotta be up to cover for Mee IH  at 0800h, I think I’m just going to turn it…but” Bob, the other dolphin on the cetacean staff, then stopped. Remembering how his friend was probably still realing from the breakup with Lt. Dish.

“I did here there is a lower decks poker match going on in Ensign Porter’s quarters tonight. I heard midshipman T’lera might be in attendance.” He finished before bidding his fellow tsiopsid a good night, hoping he would take the hint.

“Hmmm, poker eh…” it wouldn’t be that odd for a Lt like Joe to show up at a junior officers poker match, after all he was technically a junior member of the cetacean ops department.

((Sickbay))

“I declare I don’t care no more, I’m burning up and out, and growing bored *beat boxes the drum part” in my smoked out boring room, My hair is shagging in my eyeeees…” Dr. Lt. Pretty Lady sang the old punk rock song as it played in the sickbay while she organized her equipment.

There hadn’t been much for the exocomp and her physicians assistant to do in a while. There had been a few bumps and bruises during the quick battle with the meshweaver a few weeks ago, but that had been it. Aside from Petty Officer Dalton Morris’s embarassing case of tonsilitis and a mild case of the flu, that’s all they’d had to do. Just then Patron walked in and Lady said “Computer pause music.”

“Ah, Persepsis in the morning light, eating from her bowl…ahem, sorry, I mean, good morning ma’am, what are you up to?” The last part came out stilted and awkward as her Tamarian physicians assistant and defacto Deputy Chief Medical ‘Officer’ walked in.

“No much bruh! Just organizing all our surgical equipment and hypo trays for like the 18th time, ya know the youzh. Darmok and Picard at El Adrel, with a spoon?Maybe you wanna give me a hand then we’ll knock off early and go hit up 4 forward for some witty reparte?” The droid doc with the pink nose cone said having learned snippets of his eclectic(even for Tamarians) dialect.

CPO Patron looked at once excited by his superior speaking in his language, then a bit stunned at her implying they should leave their duty station early, especially with the crisis situation they were involved in. It was true that the ship was no longer at a constant state of yellow alert(the Flagship had rescinded that order for all ships at the rally point a day prior) but the Sheliac and Tholians were still fighting it out on the other side of the system.

“Are you insinuating we do as Keldan did at the cliffs of Purju? Ahem, scuse me, I mean desert our posts?”

“Pffft! Sure, we’ll know if they’re gonna need us, and if anyone else needs anything, thats why we got a handy dandy and super sexy EMH. Before this tour of duty is up I’m gonna get you to lighten up a bit Chief. Mark my words. Now come help organize these sedatives alphabetically please. Computer resume music” the two odd ball non humans who made up wholely a third of the Blythes medical staff, plugged away at their work while listening to ancient Earth punk rock music.