It's 1700 hours somewhere
The Emergency Medical Hologram of starbase668 had been having a bad year. With the assignment of mib_khan to the medical staff there, he'd been given a list of tasks that stretched the bounds of his programming. Khan had previous experience with an EMH, the one on the uss_murgatroid, and had bent that one to his will over a span of years. With previous experience under his belt, suborning the program of a second EMH had taken only days.
Khan snoozed at his desk while the EMH kept covert watch on several security feeds; the outside corridor (to be able to sober up wake Khan if someone was approaching for assistance, the Security Office (to see if anyone was being brought there who looked as if they'd be in need of medical service, Station Command (since the death of the previous station commander) and, of course, So Long And Thanks For All The Fish (source for many bar fights. The EMH had reproduced several copies of himself for this alone, in addition to another copy for the purpose of continuing Khan's unorthodox medicinal researches.
Movement in the window displaying SLATFATF caught the EMH's attention. It appeared that several Security officers were falling over, clutching at their faces. Tracking back the trajectory, the EMH spotted a figure that Khan had recently given him orders regarding, a Storvik. The EMH whipped a hypospray out of his holster and adminstered a shot to the side of Khan's neck, without having to turn and look. Another EMH had already looked in that direction, saving him half a second. Khan woke with a start and looked up and his sobererererer.
"Bar fight, Commander. Looks like one of the Storviks. We can expect casualties momentarily." The Khan grumbled for a second, then stood up. "Alright, alright..." He looked down. "Okay, who's the wiseguy? Where's my pants?"
Khan snoozed at his desk while the EMH kept covert watch on several security feeds; the outside corridor (to be able to sober up wake Khan if someone was approaching for assistance, the Security Office (to see if anyone was being brought there who looked as if they'd be in need of medical service, Station Command (since the death of the previous station commander) and, of course, So Long And Thanks For All The Fish (source for many bar fights. The EMH had reproduced several copies of himself for this alone, in addition to another copy for the purpose of continuing Khan's unorthodox medicinal researches.
Movement in the window displaying SLATFATF caught the EMH's attention. It appeared that several Security officers were falling over, clutching at their faces. Tracking back the trajectory, the EMH spotted a figure that Khan had recently given him orders regarding, a Storvik. The EMH whipped a hypospray out of his holster and adminstered a shot to the side of Khan's neck, without having to turn and look. Another EMH had already looked in that direction, saving him half a second. Khan woke with a start and looked up and his sobererererer.
"Bar fight, Commander. Looks like one of the Storviks. We can expect casualties momentarily." The Khan grumbled for a second, then stood up. "Alright, alright..." He looked down. "Okay, who's the wiseguy? Where's my pants?"