BuPers SNAFU, part deux

Posted on Mon Dec 31st, 2012 @ 7:24am by Lieutenant Sngarlassanarn & Lieutenant Tre Boid

Mission: Funzone
Location: Sickbay, Deck 7
Timeline: After "A Purr-fect Trap"

Snarl sat back down in his office and logged back into his terminal. "Great, they let a kid drive the ship..." he sighed, as he skimmed the next medical record. Well, this was odd..."

Sheen, Adam Charles. Ensign. Male

Snarl pawed a control, scrolling to the next page. Nope. That was the next person.

"Well, I know he's male at least. What species?" He hesitated. Would the new Counselor be aboard yet?

"Computer, has the Counselor reported aboard yet?"

"Affirmative. Lieutenant Tre Boid is aboard."

"Snarl to Lieutenant Boid, I could use your help down here in Sickbay."

After a moment of silent, Tre's voice came over the comm line. "Who is Snarl? Or what is Snarl?"

"The Chief Medical Officer. Listen Doctor, I'm having some difficulty accessing a file. I can see name, rank, and gender. Nothing else. Can you see if you're having the same problem?"

A chuckle was easily heard over the comm line. "I'm glad it's not just me then. Fucking BuPers. I just called him to my office for a psychological profile, I'll send him to you as soon as I'm done."

"We are talking about the same person then? Ah... " Snarl glanced at his screen. "Sheen?"

"Sheen, Adam Charles. Ensign. Male." Tre replied drolly over the line.

"Yeap, that's him. Think he's human?" Snarl grinned. "'Cause we don't even have that."

The other end of the comm line was silent for a few moments, then there was a very distinct clearing of Tre's throat. "Doctor, we have a 600 year old El-Aurian captain named Nathan, and a 400 year old Miran named Jonathan. I wouldn't put it past this Sheen character to be a 97 year old Bolian with as much sense as this ship is making."

Snarl snorted, and almost coughed up half a hairball. "Yeah, about that Miran.... uh... I might need your help with that too. Discuss it over lunch though? My office, say... 1300?"

Another short pause. "Alright, 1300. You can go ahead and do my physical while you're at it."

"Sounds like a plan. Just send Sheen to me when you're done with him. Sickbay out."