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taxonomites2009-11-08 09:07 am
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006 ¤ [Visual | Location: Enterprise Sickbay]
McCoy rarely looked content with the world; his face would be forever contorted into its permanent frown of disappointment or exasperation at whatever the situation at hand was. Better than him smiling all the time and making people suspicious.
What was the theme for his bad temper today? Well, it was Taxon, as usual. It seemed he could not walk down the street without injuring himself or the powers that be were plucking more people that, in loose terms, were at the very least associated with Starfleet rather than being apart of their crew.
It became more frustrating the longer he was here. With nothing better to do, he began looking over the medical reports he had conducted since arriving in Taxon while he sat in Sickbay... or in his CMO office, to be more precise. And not because he was ordered to.
"Just a piece of home," He announced to no one in particular, as he abandoned the reports and swivelled his chair opposite the visual feed and got to his feet before disappearing towards a futuristic looking cabinet that contained his collection of drinks, and punched a number into the console. The hiss that announced the code was correct was swiftly followed by a sigh... or perhaps a growl of infuriation from the doctor. "... that I need to change the codes for."
What was the theme for his bad temper today? Well, it was Taxon, as usual. It seemed he could not walk down the street without injuring himself or the powers that be were plucking more people that, in loose terms, were at the very least associated with Starfleet rather than being apart of their crew.
It became more frustrating the longer he was here. With nothing better to do, he began looking over the medical reports he had conducted since arriving in Taxon while he sat in Sickbay... or in his CMO office, to be more precise. And not because he was ordered to.
"Just a piece of home," He announced to no one in particular, as he abandoned the reports and swivelled his chair opposite the visual feed and got to his feet before disappearing towards a futuristic looking cabinet that contained his collection of drinks, and punched a number into the console. The hiss that announced the code was correct was swiftly followed by a sigh... or perhaps a growl of infuriation from the doctor. "... that I need to change the codes for."
[Location - Enterprise Sickbay]
[Location - Enterprise Sickbay]