Here it is... I might make some edits before the deadline, but I'm not sure yet. Hopefully thats allowed, I didn't notice anything saying otherwise.
Polar Opposites
Captain Kaziarl sat in his office going over the crew efficiency reports. "See the stars," he thought to himself as he saw another request for an increased number of breaks. "Meet interesting cultures." He tossed the PADD onto his desk, stood, and walked over to the replicator. "My recruiter didn't say anything about Operating Procedure Efficiency Reports. Ka'fe, black."
The drink, a rare variety of Klingon coffee, materialized on the surface of the inset alcove. Kaziarl picked up the Ka'fe and took a sip; between the Alliance, his wife, and these reports, he was starting to wonder if there were any medical issues from jumping stress levels so much. As he walked back over to his desk, the door chime went off.
"Come in," he said.
The doors opened, and in walked Protector Dur Tyran. He was slightly taller then most Bajorans, and definitely a little more eccentric.
"Ah, Protector Dur," Kaziarl said as he gestured to a seat. "What can I do for you?"
"Well Captain," he replied as he sat down. "I'm kinda bored."
"Bored?"
"Yes, bored. I believe thats the correct term. Lack of anything to do?"
"Ok, how can I help you with that?" Kaziarl asked. He always enjoyed these little chats.
"Well sir," Tyran replied thoughtfully. "As you know, I'm a jack of all trades. And during the Dominion War, I was able to acquire quite a bit of experience with Dominion medical technology."
"I thought the Dominion didn't have much in regards to medicine?" Kaziarl replied. "I was under the impression that if one of the Jem'Hadar were injured, they just died."
"Thats correct captain, but they still had to monitor the progress of the Jem'Hadar development, administration of the white, things of that nature."
"Ok, and what does this have to do with your request?"
"I'd like to work with Doctor T'Amara for a while." he said, shifting his position. "I think I can improve on some of our tissue regeneration techniques."
"Alright, I'll allow it. The ship will be in port for a couple of days resupplying, so we shouldn't need you on the bridge," he said, typing a note into his log about it. "Give me a progress report by the end of the day if you don't mind. Nothing elaborate, just an overview of some of your ideas."
"Yes Captain," Tyran replied eagerly. "Thank you sir."
"Dismissed."
As the Bajoran left his office, Kaziarl looked down at his desk. It was still full of reports, but he decided to try to look at them with the same attitude as Tyran seemed to have towards everything. He smiled as he wondered how the Doctor would 'feel' about it.
Doctor T'Amara, Daughter of Saavin, Daughter of Skod, had decided long ago that humans were illogical, irrational, and inefficient. Yet even with that, humans showed the potential that rivaled even Vulcan logic.
"Intriguing," she thought to herself. In a little over two hundred years, humans had pushed the limits of science and technology further then Vulcan logic had thought possible for a millenia. If she could place a human emotion onto what she thought, it would be pride to work with humans, and envy to have there ingenuity. Like the captain, T'Amara had her own reports to go over. A pile of medical reports were neatly stacked on her desk, precisely 13.5 microns from the edge. She had just finished a run of thirteen physicals, and found that one of the crew, crewman Dylara, was with child. Yet another human "inefficiency" in the doctors mind.
Vulcans mated once every 7 years, and no more. Humans on the other hand could have more then one child, in a single year. It was illogical in her mind, and more so to allow yourself to become pregnant while on a deep space mission. She made a note in the ships log that crewman Dylara was not to be assigned to any more away teams, and to see about transferring her to the station, then set the report aside and picked up another one. As she read it, she heard the doors to sickbay open.
"Sit on the biobed please, I shall be right there." she ordered as she stood up from her desk.
She pulled a tricorder out of here doctors robe, opened it, and looked up at the patient. However, the person was standing on the bed instead of sitting as she had directed.
"Protector Dur," she said in an even Vulcan tone. "If you do not follow my instructions it will reduce the efficiency with which I am able to treat you."
"Oh relax," he replied with a large grin as he jumped down. "I'm not here to be treated."
"Then please," she said, placing the tricorder back into the pocket of her robe. "State the nature of your visit."
"Well, I'm bored." he said as he walked around looking at various medical instruments. "And I thought we could work on a little project together."
"I see, What kind of project?"
"I had the misfortune of getting very close to the Dominion medical facilities." he replied as he picked up, and replaced objects at random. "Specifically their meothods of speeding up tissue growth in young Jem'Hadar."
"Very well," she replied handing him a medical bad. "Place your ideas here, I shall go over them later."
"Ah, well... actually," he said, scratching his head as me moved more items. "The captain wanted us to work together on this one."
"That would be highly inefficient Doctor he replied more sternly as she watched him mover her tools around. Tyran thought for a moment that he heard frustration in her voice, but of course that is an illogical emotion.
"Oh, I don't know about that." he said cheerily. "And in any case, the captain wants an initial report by the end of the day, so we betteer get started."
"Very well,"
"Why Doctor, do I sense a note of frustration?"
"Frustration is an illogical emotion," she replied, more sternly then before. "I find that statement insulting."
"That is an emotional reaction Doctor," he replied, somewhat trying to egg her on. "Have you been preforming your meditations?"
"Protector Dur," she said as she placed her instruments in their proper place. "If you do not cease antagonizing me I shall have to remove you from sick bay. By force if necessary."
"Easy Doc, anger doesn't fit a Vulcan very well." he said, helping her place the tools back in their proper places. "I'm not trying to step on your toes."
“Let us just get to work,” she replied. “Shall we?”
Polar Opposites
Captain Kaziarl sat in his office going over the crew efficiency reports. "See the stars," he thought to himself as he saw another request for an increased number of breaks. "Meet interesting cultures." He tossed the PADD onto his desk, stood, and walked over to the replicator. "My recruiter didn't say anything about Operating Procedure Efficiency Reports. Ka'fe, black."
The drink, a rare variety of Klingon coffee, materialized on the surface of the inset alcove. Kaziarl picked up the Ka'fe and took a sip; between the Alliance, his wife, and these reports, he was starting to wonder if there were any medical issues from jumping stress levels so much. As he walked back over to his desk, the door chime went off.
"Come in," he said.
The doors opened, and in walked Protector Dur Tyran. He was slightly taller then most Bajorans, and definitely a little more eccentric.
"Ah, Protector Dur," Kaziarl said as he gestured to a seat. "What can I do for you?"
"Well Captain," he replied as he sat down. "I'm kinda bored."
"Bored?"
"Yes, bored. I believe thats the correct term. Lack of anything to do?"
"Ok, how can I help you with that?" Kaziarl asked. He always enjoyed these little chats.
"Well sir," Tyran replied thoughtfully. "As you know, I'm a jack of all trades. And during the Dominion War, I was able to acquire quite a bit of experience with Dominion medical technology."
"I thought the Dominion didn't have much in regards to medicine?" Kaziarl replied. "I was under the impression that if one of the Jem'Hadar were injured, they just died."
"Thats correct captain, but they still had to monitor the progress of the Jem'Hadar development, administration of the white, things of that nature."
"Ok, and what does this have to do with your request?"
"I'd like to work with Doctor T'Amara for a while." he said, shifting his position. "I think I can improve on some of our tissue regeneration techniques."
"Alright, I'll allow it. The ship will be in port for a couple of days resupplying, so we shouldn't need you on the bridge," he said, typing a note into his log about it. "Give me a progress report by the end of the day if you don't mind. Nothing elaborate, just an overview of some of your ideas."
"Yes Captain," Tyran replied eagerly. "Thank you sir."
"Dismissed."
As the Bajoran left his office, Kaziarl looked down at his desk. It was still full of reports, but he decided to try to look at them with the same attitude as Tyran seemed to have towards everything. He smiled as he wondered how the Doctor would 'feel' about it.
Doctor T'Amara, Daughter of Saavin, Daughter of Skod, had decided long ago that humans were illogical, irrational, and inefficient. Yet even with that, humans showed the potential that rivaled even Vulcan logic.
"Intriguing," she thought to herself. In a little over two hundred years, humans had pushed the limits of science and technology further then Vulcan logic had thought possible for a millenia. If she could place a human emotion onto what she thought, it would be pride to work with humans, and envy to have there ingenuity. Like the captain, T'Amara had her own reports to go over. A pile of medical reports were neatly stacked on her desk, precisely 13.5 microns from the edge. She had just finished a run of thirteen physicals, and found that one of the crew, crewman Dylara, was with child. Yet another human "inefficiency" in the doctors mind.
Vulcans mated once every 7 years, and no more. Humans on the other hand could have more then one child, in a single year. It was illogical in her mind, and more so to allow yourself to become pregnant while on a deep space mission. She made a note in the ships log that crewman Dylara was not to be assigned to any more away teams, and to see about transferring her to the station, then set the report aside and picked up another one. As she read it, she heard the doors to sickbay open.
"Sit on the biobed please, I shall be right there." she ordered as she stood up from her desk.
She pulled a tricorder out of here doctors robe, opened it, and looked up at the patient. However, the person was standing on the bed instead of sitting as she had directed.
"Protector Dur," she said in an even Vulcan tone. "If you do not follow my instructions it will reduce the efficiency with which I am able to treat you."
"Oh relax," he replied with a large grin as he jumped down. "I'm not here to be treated."
"Then please," she said, placing the tricorder back into the pocket of her robe. "State the nature of your visit."
"Well, I'm bored." he said as he walked around looking at various medical instruments. "And I thought we could work on a little project together."
"I see, What kind of project?"
"I had the misfortune of getting very close to the Dominion medical facilities." he replied as he picked up, and replaced objects at random. "Specifically their meothods of speeding up tissue growth in young Jem'Hadar."
"Very well," she replied handing him a medical bad. "Place your ideas here, I shall go over them later."
"Ah, well... actually," he said, scratching his head as me moved more items. "The captain wanted us to work together on this one."
"That would be highly inefficient Doctor he replied more sternly as she watched him mover her tools around. Tyran thought for a moment that he heard frustration in her voice, but of course that is an illogical emotion.
"Oh, I don't know about that." he said cheerily. "And in any case, the captain wants an initial report by the end of the day, so we betteer get started."
"Very well,"
"Why Doctor, do I sense a note of frustration?"
"Frustration is an illogical emotion," she replied, more sternly then before. "I find that statement insulting."
"That is an emotional reaction Doctor," he replied, somewhat trying to egg her on. "Have you been preforming your meditations?"
"Protector Dur," she said as she placed her instruments in their proper place. "If you do not cease antagonizing me I shall have to remove you from sick bay. By force if necessary."
"Easy Doc, anger doesn't fit a Vulcan very well." he said, helping her place the tools back in their proper places. "I'm not trying to step on your toes."
“Let us just get to work,” she replied. “Shall we?”
