Green Behind The Gills (Part 1 of 3)

Posted on 30 Apr 2015 @ 7:17pm by Lieutenant Benice Gyce Ph.D. & Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm

2,051 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Episode 08 - NIMBUS
Location: USS Atlas - Transporter Room/Lirha's Quarters
Timeline: MD 2, 0030 Hours

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Once the dinner had ended, Benice Gyce found her stomach was not happy at all. She'd eaten only two servings of Klingon live-food. And she only had a pint of bloodwine. So it was she must of spent the last twenty minutes at dinner with Lirha, trying to pretend she was fine.

Once the Klingons had left, however, her face turned an ugly shade of green. Time was not on her side at all. Tossing chunks in front of Klingons make you appear weak to them and that was something Gyce would not do.

"I am glad to have met you, Admiral." Gyce could not force a natural smile, as she so expertly was trained to do. The nausea was too much. But she meant her words all the same.

Walking with her new Bajoran acquaintance towards the Negh'Var's transporter pad and entering the room after a short trip, Lirha couldn't help but notice that the lieutenant did not appear well. Despite the red-head's cordial farewell, it was apparent something was not sitting well with her based on her changing skin tone, and Lirha was concerned.

She stepped closer to the woman and looked up at her with concerned green eyes. "Are you feeling okay?" she quietly and discretely asked.

"I will be once I get back to the ship," Gyce tried to assure her superior.

"I..umm," Lirha began while contemplating what Holiday or Stace, or even Wyatt would think if one of their crew members came back to the ship in an uneven or ill state. Lirha always had the best interests of her people in her mind, and at the moment thought it would be a bit more appropriate for an alternate course of action.

"I think you should come to Atlas with me for the rest of the evening. Until you are feeling better and are able to report for duty tomorrow," Lirha recommended. "I would not be doing you any justice if I let you return to Galileo feeling ill." The rear admiral was a people person and quite understanding of personal matters, but she couldn't guarantee the same for the rest of her command staff.

"Doctor Mott took me off my bedtime painkillers," Gyce spoke rather quietly as she sighed with a reluctant nod. "I'll need some ice packs for my leg, if you don't mind Admiral."

The fact Gyce unzipped the front of her jacket wide open before being transported, told anyone she was not all that comfortable.

Lirha noticed the obvious cue and registered her words, and promptly nodded in understanding and led her into the transporter pad next to her.

Turning to face the Klingon transporter operator, she bowed slightly with respect and gratitude for the even before straightening up and issuing her command. "Two to transport to USS Atlas."

A short moment passed while the Klingon operations officer manipulated the transporter controls, and Lirha and Gyce soon found themselves engulfed in a shimmering-red molecular beam as their molecules were familiarly pulled apart and then reassembled several hundred kilometers away aboard the Federation task group's flagship.

With bloodwine still surging through her veins, Lirha could feel her own inebriated state progressing but looked over towards her companion to first check on her. "My quarters are up six decks and down the main corridor. Can you walk?" she asked with concern. If not, Lirha was happy to initiate a site-to-site transport.

She could. But not at that moment, for the remateritilation process inflamed her need to expel and expel, Gyce did. Her cane hit the floor before she was on all fours, vomiting out all that squid-lid like Klingon food.

Lirha cringingly watched as the Bajoran began to puke all over the transporter pad. With much sympathy for the investigations officer, she knelt down next to her and pulled her red hair back to keep it from drooping down into her face and in the way of her expulsions.

"It is okay...let it out," she said, while also looking to her left at the wide-eyed transporter operator who didn't seem to know what to do. Lirha gave him a subtle hand signal indicating for him to summon an Operations person to clean them mess, then turned her attention back towards her guest. "Deep breaths. They help."

"Sorry..." Gyce belched and spit out the last of it. Her arms shook from the sheer force of uncontrolled bodily function. "I don't normally... eat that food."

The putrid smell made Gyce's brown eyes water as she made to stand up, be it a bit wobbly.

Wrapping a tight arm around her waist, Lirha helped the Bajoran get back to her feet and pulled her close for support. "It is okay...neither do I," she grinned. "Come to my quarters."

Gyce did not argue. Even if she had been at full strength, it was a flag officer's request. And that, she dared not to turn down. More so when she needed at least one solid ally from Galileo's administration.

"Yes Ma'am," Gyce agreed and let Lirha lead her down the corridors.

As swimmy as her stomach was feeling, Gyce looked down at her feet to avoid the scenery. Her breaths indeed remained slow so as to keep herself calm. When they entered the turbolift? Gyce did not notice or question. The true concern was when the turbolift physically moved upon Lihra's command.

An involuntary belch occurred and Gyce fought hard against the panic and need to expel again. Perhaps if she had not forced herself to digest such disgusting food in the first place, she would not be so sick? Who knew? It was clear that the more she lingered on that train of thought, the worse she felt.

The turbolift door swished open and Lirha quickly moved the lieutenant towards her quarters. With her arm around her waist, she could periodically feel Gyce's abdomen occasionally twitching in an attempt to vomit further, and it was Lirha's hope that she could get both of them to her quarters in time.

Rounding the nearest corridor junction, they both arrived at the door to her chambers which swiftly swished open upon sensor recognition of Lirha's DNA. Almost dragging Gyce towards the bathroom, Lirha gently pulled her along with her and finally deposited her in front of the toilet in the washroom. She once again reached down towards the woman's head and helped to pull her hair back gently behind her head, and leaned down close to her to speak quietly. "We are here," she reassured. "Let it out."

And let it out Gyce did... and did.... and did. Her entire body nearly collapsed beside of the toilet when she was finished. The esophagus burned and awareness finally came back to her. Despite how embarrassed she was though, Gyce felt very warm to the point she had to get rid of her jacket and shirt.

"I'm sorry," Gyce finally voiced with a very rough sund.

Lirha lightly waved her green hand to dismiss the notion of a needed apology. "It is is quite alright, especially after an evening of Klingon cuisine." She couldn't help but grin and chuckle a bit while thinking of the plethora of Starfleet personnel she'd seen also puke from such food tastes throughout the course of her career. Taking a more serious breath and looking back towards Gyce, however, the rear admiral assumed the last thing she might have needed right now was a jest of her current situation.

"I often find a cold shower makes me feel better? With water?" she offered. One of the benefits of having being quartered in VIP housing was the addition of a proper water shower in addition to its sonic component.

"Nothing appears to be floating or churning, so I think it's finally passed," Gyce agreed and weakly hit the handle to flush the sick away and pulled the seat cover down to sit on it very stiffly. "When last I was on one of those things, I snuck ration bars in. Ate with them to make it seem I wasn't weak. Came back to my quarters to get rid of it, not long after."

The Orion looked down at Gyce with a bit of concern and put her hand on her back and gave her shoulder a couple rubs of reassurance. "Are you sure you are feeling better? I do think you should clean up...I know it makes myself feel better in these situations. Of which I have had many over my years," she admitted with a sheepish grin.

"I'm not better. Not fully," Gyce answered weakly. "I think I would like to clean up."

Moving over to the nearby sink, Lirha turned on the faucet and procured a sonic toothbrush, filled a small cup with water, and grabbed a bottle of mouthwash for the lieutenant. "Here," she offered, placing the items on the counter next to her.

Gyce gave Lirha a weak nod before she slowly rinsed her mouth out, then brushed her teeth. The spearmint actually nearly made her forget the queasyness.

Then the security officer looked at the shower with nervousness. She'd had a handicap handle or two put into her shower on the Galileo. There was none in the Admiral's that she could see. Moments like this made it hard to admit she could not do something others did so freely.

"I may need help doing so," Gyce voiced aloud with her face turning red with embarrassment while she started to stiffly remove her boots.

Moving forward at her request, the rear admiral was happy to help one of her people as best she could. She'd realized when she'd first met Gyce that she had a handicap and was not as mobile as other crew members, and so now she dropped down to her knees to help her unlace and remove her boots and socks.

Once they were free, Lirha tossed them behind her into the corner of the bathroom and moved closer to her to help her remove her other garments. Her fingers tugged at the bottom of the Bajoran's vest and undershirt in an attempt to remove them.

"Thanks," Gyce replied sheepishly while she undid her pants and then stiffly and slowly stood up to let them drop to the floor.

Her body was built interestingly. Because of where her handicap lay, her upper body was well-toned and muscled in order to carry her, when her right leg failed to. Her legs were not nearly as toned. In fact, the lack of muscle depth in her right thigh was very telling, in that Gyce had problems in the weight room getting it on par with everything else.

With Gyce's garments discarded, Lirha helped to guide her into the shower, and reached out into the bathtub to turn on the cool water flow. She paused for a brief moment to study her, and the Orion's eyes traveled up and down her now-nude frame. She was no doubt attractive. Very. In fact, her build was almost the opposite of Lirha's which she subconsciously found inciting.

"After you," she said with a tiny smile while gesturing to the shower bed. Lirha began to undress herself rather quickly to join her, and within a few moments had peeled off her uniform jacket, undershirt and bra, as well as her boots and pants and underwear.

Gyce leaned on the far wall in order to let the water flow hit all her body. If she were drunk, it would sober her almost immediately, the water was that cold. Luckily, it lowered her body temperature immensely and took a good deal of the nausea away.

Dare she ask for something to eat afterward? Probably not. For all Gyce knew, gagh was probably nothing more than a poison to her. And if so, better to cleanse it all out for several hours before putting anything solid back in.

"This was a good idea, Admiral," Gyce admitted when she carefully turned around to Lirha's nude form. Ready for someone to help steady her while she cleaned up.

To Be Continued...

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RADM Lirha Saalm
Commanding Officer
USS Atlas

Lieutenant JG Benice Gyce
Security Investigations
USS Galileo

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