SD240510.05, Personal log, PFC Ra'nar
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Date(s): 2005-10-05
===== Sickbay, Starbase 485 =====
Even with the worst of injuries, SF Marines liked to keep them self’s busy
and Ra’nar was no exception. He had asked one of the doctors for a deck of
playing cards in order to keep busy while his stomach wound continued to
heal.
At worst of times playing cards was an annoyance which could lead to you
losing a lot of credits, but at the best of times in the hand’s of the best
players it was nothing short of a display of tactical geniuses and
ingenuity. Ra’nar placed down a card on the medical tray, which was now
serving as a table, and waiting for his opponent to react. He in tern placed
down a card and before Ra’nar knew what was happening....
“SNAP!!!” He called out.
“Damn it” Ra’nar moaned as he tossed his remaining few cards on the floor.
Graham Smiled, “Now, now, there is no need for that.”
Graham F Speed was the Communication Specialist for Beta ODA or simply Blue
unit as they liked to be called, Due to the fact that ‘Operation Detachment
Alpha, Beta Unit’ was not only long-winded but also sounded more than a
little stupid.
Ra’nar looked across the medical tray suspiciously, “You cheater.” he said,
in an half joking tone.
“Well, how in the hell can I cheat at Snap?”
Ra’nar thought for a moment, “You rigged the deck. Yes, come to think of it
I did not see you shuffle them.”
Graham laughed, “hey, You are the one who got the cards from the doc and YOU
are the one that shuffled them.”
Ra’nar thought back, he was right. But that was no reason to concede the
argument. “Listen Mr. Flush, I know what your type are like. Do not try to
side track me with simple formalities.” Ra’nar was well aware that Graham
hated to be called by his middle name.
“Don’t call me Flush. Make’s me sound like a god damn toilet repair man.”
Replied Graham in an annoyed voice. “Why don’t you call me by my nickname?”
He said smiling.
“What is that then?” Asked Ra’nar genuinely intrigued.
“Ace” Said graham with an even bigger smile on his face.
Ra’nar suddenly burst into a fit of laugher, rolling around the bed
uncontrollably, in fact he was laughing so much that his wound started to
hurt. “ACE!!!” he continued laughing, every time he tried to start due to
the pain he glanced at grahams face and could not help but start up again.
After a minute Ra’nar got control of himself, “Your nickname was never Ace,”
Ra’nar shock his head from side to side, “maybe Ace-Hole, but never Ace.”
Graham stood up and limped over to the replicator, his leg wound had almost
completely healed but it was still giving him minor troubles. With the two
orange Juices in hand, he hobbled back, spilling some on the way. “There you
go, Doc.” Said graham while handing over one of the drinks.
{Doc? Private I can under stand, maybe even an abbreviation of my name, but
Doc? Save a few life’s and suddenly I am Doc.} Ra’nar smiled thinking about
this, it did not sound that bad. “Thanks.”
Graham sat down, “So did you hear about Lucy?”
Ra’nar had herd very little of anyone since he had first been treated for
his wounds. “Nurse Lucy?”
“Yes”
“No I haven’t. What has happened?” Asked Ra’nar, slightly thinking back to
the first time he had seen her and Rangi underside the bar on StarBase
Bragg.
“Adam’s died. Got it on the final attack in Engineering.” Grahams tone had
changed since he raised the subject, so had Ra’nar’s. No longer were they
moaning or laughing at each other as they were then playing cards. Now they
were deadly serious.
Ra’nar cursed as he shock his head slowly from side to side, “Poor women, I
know she liked him. I saw her once after they had just had a fight, she was
really cut up about it. That is how you can tell if someone truly cares in
my book, even if it is not there fault, they still fill bad.”
For a moment they sat in silence, not really knowing what to say. Then
Ra’nar broke the silence. He stood up and announced, “Right I have had
enough, I am leaving sickbay.”
Graham smiled, “Me too, fell like a bloody Zoo animal here.”
With that they both slowly limped towards the exit.
===== End Log =====
<<Anyone fancy a J/L???>>
Private First Class Ra’nar
ODA 18-D, Medical Specialist
No currently Vessel/Unit :P
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