Drugged

Posted on Thu Dec 14th, 2023 @ 5:44pm by Commander Kevin Lance
Edited on on Thu Dec 14th, 2023 @ 7:45pm

Mission: CSI: Chuck Norris
Location: USS Chuck Norris
Timeline: Current

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{Outside Delegate Sheris quarters, Deck 1}

As the door closed on the quarters that Sheri occupied, Rodriguez confessed that there wasn’t a call to the Captain’s Ready Room. It had been a ruse to give a plausible excuse for the XO to depart that could not be refused. “We need to get her to the medical bay,” Kevin proposed.

With Mira snuggling in his arms, Kevin won’t have put her down for the entire Universe but he felt the inappropriateness of continuing to carry her so intimately in her inebriated state especially dressed in such an alluring manner. He gently set her on to her feet and, assisted by Rodriguez, started walking Mira the short distance to the medical bay on Deck 2.

They hadn’t gone far before it became apparent that the blue high heels Mira was wearing were making it nearly impossible her to walk, even with assistance. Not wanting her to twist an ankle, Kevin instructed Rodriguez to remove the shoes. He felt a tinge of jealousy as the Ensign carefully undid the delicate buckles and felt the need to order Rodriguez to keep his eyes down. Once removed, it was much easier to navigate Mira to the ship’s lone turbolift.

Once in the medical bay, the two officers helped Mira onto a biobed as Lieutenat Betaras ran the scanned over the executive officer’s body. “What happened this time,” the medic asked.

“Commander Rodale was having dinner with Delegate Sheris,” Rodriguez reported, “Everything was fine then she started acting very inebriated and I decided to pull her out.”

“What did she drink?”

“An Andorian sparkling wine,” Kevin reported.

“Mira can hold her liquor better than any human I know,” K’ner replied without looking away from her patient. She switch the biobed monitor to analyze the contents of Mira stomach. “Computer, analyze and report.” She injected a hypospray into the Lieutenant Commander’s neck.

Letters, symbols and numbers flashed across the monitor but it was all meaningless to Kevin.

“Damn, this guy is slick,” K’ner commented after absorbing the information on the monitor.

Kevin gave a questioning look.

“What did she eat?”

Kevin thought back to the menu, “Aside from the wine there was ohbare soup, a salad of Betazoid greens, tomato, and an Orion cheese. I was about to serve the targ tartare.”

K’ner arched a tentacle expressively, “Sounds delicious but in this case the soup and salad each contained a different inert substance that once catalyzed is designed to make Trills much more susceptible to alcohol. This isn’t a case of drinking too much. This was planned.”

Before he could respond, Kevin's comm badge chirped. He activated the badge, "Lieutenant Lance here."

The maintenance chief's voice emitted from the comm badge =/\= "Lieutenant, you might want to come back to Deck 5. We found something interesting." =/\=

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Lieutenant Kevin Lance
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Chuck Norris