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sharpestscalpelFucking paperwork. Goddamn shitting Empire and its insistence on documenting every fucking tiny ass little thing to go down on its starships. Assholes. If they weren't such motherfuckers about it, people would be better at making sure their goddamn reports got in on time in the first fucking place.
It had been satisfying, though, barring M'Benga from Sickbay.
First form: alerting Captain Uhura (he even thought it with a sneer) that there was an unoccupied individual on her ship. She'd either find a job for the cocksucker or she'd dump him at the next base in Terran space.
Second form: alerting Fleet Medical of M'Benga's demotion and the reasons thereof. Touching McCoy's nurses wasn't quite a politic reason enough - but he knew what sort of language the goddamn beaureacrats were looking for. M'Benga's actions were a source of constant disruption in the medical bay area, endangering the independent function of Sickbay and the efficient treatment of patients.
Third form: promoting some poor fucker from the junior doctor staff. McCoy had narrowed his choices based both on medical capability and the likelihood someone was going to piss him the fuck off. Hopkins, Cleo; Lineas, Reginald; and... M'Benga, Geoffrey. Boyce'd had a sick fucking sense of humor. Chance had put two men with the same name in the same fucking graduating class. Boyce had put two men with the same name in the same fucking Sickbay. Other-M'Benga steady worked gamma shift, the ass-end of what passed for ship's night. Competent, quiet though not outright submissive, and... a gambler. McCoy didn't give a fuck about his vices. No reports filed against him from the nurses and they were notoriously hard to please.
The hidden benefit to choosing Other-M'Benga would be that he could scrap all this fucking paperwork. And it appealed to his own sense of humor which, in all honesty, probably wasn't all that different from goddamn Boyce's own.
Hopkins got slotted into Other-M'Benga's gamma shift. Just for being fucking named Hopkins. Other-M'Benga got a little note in his comm file.
Private to fucking M'Benga-the-Other-M'Benga:
You've been, as the old goddamn baseball saying goes, called up to the majors. You got two days to fix your fucking sleep patterns because I don't tolerate that yawning bullshit in my alpha crew. Show up on time, do your fucking job, and don't touch the nurses.
McCoy.
That'd give the pay grade increase time to kick in as well.
That'd be simpler than expected. Good fucking times. McCoy checked the time. He'd allocated another hour for this goddamn task on his schedule. Kirk was fucked out....
"Chapel, get the fuck in here."
It had been satisfying, though, barring M'Benga from Sickbay.
First form: alerting Captain Uhura (he even thought it with a sneer) that there was an unoccupied individual on her ship. She'd either find a job for the cocksucker or she'd dump him at the next base in Terran space.
Second form: alerting Fleet Medical of M'Benga's demotion and the reasons thereof. Touching McCoy's nurses wasn't quite a politic reason enough - but he knew what sort of language the goddamn beaureacrats were looking for. M'Benga's actions were a source of constant disruption in the medical bay area, endangering the independent function of Sickbay and the efficient treatment of patients.
Third form: promoting some poor fucker from the junior doctor staff. McCoy had narrowed his choices based both on medical capability and the likelihood someone was going to piss him the fuck off. Hopkins, Cleo; Lineas, Reginald; and... M'Benga, Geoffrey. Boyce'd had a sick fucking sense of humor. Chance had put two men with the same name in the same fucking graduating class. Boyce had put two men with the same name in the same fucking Sickbay. Other-M'Benga steady worked gamma shift, the ass-end of what passed for ship's night. Competent, quiet though not outright submissive, and... a gambler. McCoy didn't give a fuck about his vices. No reports filed against him from the nurses and they were notoriously hard to please.
The hidden benefit to choosing Other-M'Benga would be that he could scrap all this fucking paperwork. And it appealed to his own sense of humor which, in all honesty, probably wasn't all that different from goddamn Boyce's own.
Hopkins got slotted into Other-M'Benga's gamma shift. Just for being fucking named Hopkins. Other-M'Benga got a little note in his comm file.
Private to fucking M'Benga-the-Other-M'Benga:
You've been, as the old goddamn baseball saying goes, called up to the majors. You got two days to fix your fucking sleep patterns because I don't tolerate that yawning bullshit in my alpha crew. Show up on time, do your fucking job, and don't touch the nurses.
McCoy.
That'd give the pay grade increase time to kick in as well.
That'd be simpler than expected. Good fucking times. McCoy checked the time. He'd allocated another hour for this goddamn task on his schedule. Kirk was fucked out....
"Chapel, get the fuck in here."
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Date: 2010-04-14 03:32 pm (UTC)And seriously, the boy's just got back in the game and you've been using him pretty freely.]]
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Date: 2010-04-14 03:40 pm (UTC)This is probably the next day but, yeah, still! And McCoy would hate for the nurses to think he was neglecting them.))