Orders are orders

Posted on Fri Jun 26th, 2020 @ 11:38pm by Lieutenant Commander Feyd Relor

Mission: Shore Leave
Location: Risa
Timeline: Current

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As the haze of the transporter cleared from his vision, Feyd let out a long, exasperated sigh. He didn't like shore leave. Better to keep focused on the mission, or the job than to have 'down time'. Still, medical orders were orders, and if he didn't follow through, his overseeing doctors at Starfleet Medical would know. In fact, he was still under investigation for the perfectly justifiable killing of one Klingon. The only reason he was allowed shore leave at all was because he had been ordered to 'relax'.

He turned to his chaperone.

"I need a drink...." He said and headed for the nearest pub. Natasha smiled in that way she had and gestured for him to lead the way.

[Pub]

The doctor ordered a drink and signed heavily as he lifted the cool drink to his lips. Ahhhh, he thought as he noticed the New Chief Engineer out of the corner of his eye. He had attracted the attention of a truly gorgeous local specimen and the two were deep in flirty conversation. He ignored them. "Ok," he said to Nurse Grimm, "what is there to do on this stupid planet? "

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Lieutenant Commander Feyd Relor
Chief Medical Officer
USS Independence