<strong>Name;</strong>Mya Richone<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Doctor<br/><strong>Location; </strong>Infirmary<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Sophie, Braxton<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/57cb5d7320db1c1b7bbda4383a6bbbe3-1.jpg) <br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><em><br/>“As for you, time to get busy! Chop, chop! That’s the other busy for you. And just so you know: So far I have always kept our play and your work separate. I kept clear of the infirmary, except for legitimate medical needs, so you could do your work free of distractions. I guess my concern for your ‘professionalism’ was …unnecessary.”</em><br/><br/>Mya slowly sat up on the bed, not worried about her modesty or her situation.  The fog was quickly clearing, and her purpose filled the void quickly.  She had been waiting for the right moment to drop her plan on Braxton and he was playing right into her hands.  A bit of a sly smile crept across her face as she slid from the bed, grabbing her clothes she slowly pulled her panties and skirt on, her eyes never giving Braxton any indication that she was submitting to him.  "Well as much as I appreciate your concern for my professionalism, I think it's time there was a change in our relationship Captain."  She slowly pulled on her blouse, buttoning it up carefully, with purpose allowing the pause to give her mind time to form the next line of thought into words.  "Please have a seat."  She indicated with her head at a chair in the corner.  The chair looked much like a dentist chair with adjustable parts allowing the chair to be laid flat or bent in any way that will allow her better angles on a patient.  <br/><br/>"It's time I was free of you Captain."  She made sure she said it loud enough that Sophie could witness the discussion.  "The way I see it, I've served about half of the time you designated for your 'rescue' of me."  She paused as she pulled a tray of surgical supplies along with a small rolling stool beside the chair.  "So you have two choices.  I pay you the remaining debt and I leave or I pay the remaining debt and I stay on as a true member of the crew.  No more owning me, or taking liberties with me without my consent."  With the surgical precision of years of experience Mya stripped the cloth around the wound and began probing lightly for bullet fragments or damaged arteries.  "I honestly feel I have a lot to offer this ship and the crew, I think my actions in the last few days are a good indication of some of the things I can do.  But I can't continue to be your toy to boss around.  Of course you can deny my offer."  A mischievous grin grew across her face as she looked up at Braxton, catching his eye.  "But then you could never come under my scalpel without the fear of never waking up."  She slowly cleaned the wound and bandaged it with gauze and a wrap.  "The choice is yours Captain.  I become a bonafide member of the crew, normal quarters and expectations of conduct that any other member of the crew would have, or I pay my debt and walk away."  Mya's face showed no signs of submission or uncertainty.  She knew the risks in her proposal, but she also knew if she spent any longer being a servant rather than her own person, she'd lose herself and never find a way back.</div>