EXETERRPG: (2 - 1212) Miner 0141 "LaGrande"

[Timothy Callow]

Mission: Space was cool before it mattered

Day: 2

Stardate: 2446.04.26


(Sickbay - Miner 0141 "LaGrande" - 1212)

“Can’t stand Starfleet…” He muttered to himself. “LaGrande” was a hulk of a man, well over six feet tall and weighing just north of three hundred pounds. It should be no surprise where he got his nickname. He was a rough man who lived a rough life. He was not used to sitting in one place and he certainly was not used to self important pricks in uniforms telling him where to be and what to do. Back on Ostra V he was a wild child. Drinking, chemicals, the whole nine yards. When he got in a bar fight and nearly killed a man the local magistrate sentenced him to labor for five years or whenever he had sorted himself out. He figured he would be working the full sentence.

He enjoyed the mining life. It was hard. But he got to work with his hands and loved his comrades. They all came from different walks of life, and were far more fun than the stodgy nurses and medical officers who kept telling him he couldn’t leave.

“Here’s your lunch, sir.” One of the nurses said, laying a tray next to his biobed.

“What is this!?” LaGrange barked.

“Well we got some plomeek soup with some white bread and a side of…”

“You got any steak? Some baked potato? C’mon now, you can make anything in those replicators of yours and this is what you’re giving me?” If he was going to be forcibly quarantined at least he could exert some control over what he got to eat.

“Oh, sorry sir, this was just the menu for today. But… I can take orders.”

“Yeah, you better. Gimmie a big juicy ribeye, rare. And a baked potato with some cheese and sour cream.”

“I can do that for you, sir.” He said meekly, picking up the tray and walking out. LaGrange laid back in his bed, hands behind his head, satisfied with the minor pleasure of intimidating someone into getting what he wanted.

But when he laid back he began to feel a terrible heartburn. He shot back up and his head started to pound. He held his hand up to hold his head and noticed burns on his skin. 

“Nurse! Nurse!” He cried out. “Wait! Come back!”

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