eleventh translation // action

[lt_linguist]

[It's a nice day. The air is warm, the sun is out, and one Lieutenant Uhura is out with it, in full force. She's eschewed her winter uniform for one better suited to warm weather - that's right, she's back in her Starfleet-issue miniskirt, hips swaying, ponytail swinging, black boots crunching on the ground as she walks purposefully from the house

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[hippocraticly]

[ Well, with all the recent happenings such as murdering and kidnapping, is it any surprise McCoy is keeping an eye on his housemates lately? If there are better ways of stealth than just popping his head out from the side of door frame and watching her, they are lost on the doctor. ]

[lt_linguist]

[She sees you there, Bones.]

Care to join me? I wouldn't mind company, and it'd be better than following me around like a creepy stalker.

[hippocraticly]

[ Damn it. ]

Can you really blame me? [ He asks as he emerges from behind the door. ]

[lt_linguist]

[She gives him a wry little smile, though it's clearly affectionate.]

Do you think you can protect me from the big scary bad guys roaming Luceti?

[hippocraticly]

I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I didn't at least try.

[ But he wordlessly accepts that invitation anyway. ] You carrying around a phaser?

[lt_linguist]

You wouldn't be you, if you didn't try.

[Hey, she wasn't lying, she doesn't mind the company.]

No. Unless they've started working since the introduction of electricity.

[hippocraticly]

I'd give anything to have a working medical tricorder.

[ Because he is sick of doing the old fashioned diagnosis after nine months. ]

[lt_linguist]

A PADD. A decent data PADD. [Here is Uhura's wistful sigh.]