Ares8 Medical Bay<br/>With Jaxx Herd (<a class="username" data-user-id="20459" data-username="@LeaT" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/20459/">@LeaT</a>) and Ruya Aras (<a class="username" data-user-id="18515" data-username="@BennyQ" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/18515/">@BennyQ</a>)<br/><br/>“I don’t care if it’s one of mine or not,” Kahaan replied, glancing through the medical data from her implant. Inflammation and swelling in the hip, with an increased white blood cell count. Mild infection. “Assault in a client is against regs, and<i>allowing </i>an assault in a client is<i>also</i>against regs.”<br/><br/>He shifted his position and examined her hip. It was a pleasant enough hip, and one she was clearly trying to show off. Probably to distract him from his line of questioning.  “The lip and bruise are nothing, I've had worse, but I do feel some new pain in my hip." Her hand traced her skin in a way that confirmed his suspicions.  "Around here."<br/><br/>“That would be the secondary infection,” Kahaan replied. “The doctor who cleared you for this trip should be whipped.”  He grinned. “But it’s not so bad that we need to ship you back in a lifeboat. A cefazolin injection should clear it up, but I’ll need to maintain provider access to your monitoring implant so I can confirm efficacy.”<br/><br/>With that he stood up and turned to the console of the medispenser. “Give me a minute, and I’ll have the shot ready.”<br/><br/>"I would like to be briefed on the specifics of the re-socialization protocol." Ms. Herd replied, lost in her own entitled world.  "I'd like to make sure I don't get on the wrong side of an adrenal boost. But maybe on the right side of that endorphin high."<br/><br/>“No,” he answered, examining the syringe extruded by the medispenser. “Corporal Aras may not be able to hide her implant scars or her insignia, but she still retains basic human rights. And since resocialization protocols are tailored to the individual, they are disclosed on a need to know basis.”  He turned back. “Now, this will hurt at least a little. I need to make the injection directly into the infected tissue.”<br/><br/>“Is this going to be much longer, Doctor?” Corporal Aras asked its as much emotion as her inhibitors allowed. “I’d like to enjoy a drink before they make me walk in front as an<i>ad hoc</i>minesweeper.”<br/><br/>Carefully, Kahaan inserted the needle into Jaxx’s hip and drive the plunger home. “Not at all, Corporal. Unless Ms. Herd has further questions.”<br/><br/>-*-<br/><br/>Ares 8 Recreation/Mess Hall<br/><br/>Tagging Butch<a class="username" data-user-id="41027" data-username="@MsBloom" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/41027/">@MsBloom</a>/ Eris Moon<a class="username" data-user-id="18141" data-username="@Xanaphia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/18141/">@Xanaphia</a>/ Tugboat<a class="username" data-user-id="33696" data-username="@Black_Out" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/33696/">@Black_Out</a><br/><br/>“From experience, Eris,” Ami chuckled, “I can assure you that it will impress her. And...”<br/><br/>“I'm pretty sure it will," interrupted the woman the Forge had assigned as their bodyguard to Ms. Herd.  She snickered at the wolf-whistles filling the air.  "And apparently every guy in here as well."<br/><br/>“As well it should,” Ami agreed. “It was a remarkable...”<br/><br/>"Not to mention myself," Butch interrupted, winking at Eris. "Or perhaps you'd like something a bit more substantial from the bar.  "Whisky perhaps?"<br/><br/>Ami’s programming required her to allow human on human interactions to trump her own needs or desires. They required her to step aside. Instead, with coding chains dragging at her movements, she reached out and took the bottle from Butch’s hand. “I think whisky sounds great,” she declared,glossy black eyes meeting the human woman’s gaze.<i>0001Error!0001</i>her programming screamed.<i>0010Interaction fault!0010.</i><br/><br/>Ami downed half the beer at a single pull, never shifting her gaze from Butch. “Why don’t you go over there,” she suggested, jerking her head at the bar, “and get a bottle.”