So ... Degorsk. Our funloving Imdiko is not exactly what Tranis expected out of a destroyer’s
head medic when he first meets him. And
is Weapons Commander Nobek Lidon actually flirting
with Degorsk? Surprises abound for the
new Dramok first officer:
The destroyer’s handsome head medic
had just about finished putting Tranis’ face back to rights. He seemed extremely amused; not just at
Tranis but with everything going on around him.
Dr. Degorsk gave Lidon a sidelong
look. “A Dramok that plays kurble. Did you put him up to this, Lidon?”
Tranis turned his gaze to the
weapons commander, who sat on the treatment table next to Tranis’. These two were on a familiar name basis? Funny. The joke-cracking doctor was nothing like the
stern Nobek. He couldn’t imagine the two
of them being close enough to use names.
Lidon looked between doctor and
patient and smirked. “He invited me into
his game, Doctor.”
The Imdiko’s eyebrows shot up. “You’re kidding. No, not possible. You don’t know how to tease. Maybe you were hit on the head? No, that’s the least vulnerable part of your
body.”
Tranis was shocked. The medic was baiting Lidon, making fun. And yet Lidon just sat there, a strange
half-smile on his face as he regarded Degorsk.
Tranis gave the Imdiko his full
attention. Degorsk was about his height,
his body made up of lean, sinewy muscle that his long-sleeved formsuit did
nothing to conceal. The hands wielding a
skin suturing device over Tranis’ face had long, dexterous, almost dainty
fingers. His clean shaven, sharp
features were softened by his easygoing smile, which showed off perfectly
straight, white teeth. His waist length
blue-black hair was worn in a thick braid.
Tranis had a sudden vision of all that hair loose and spread over a
pillow. He was still slightly aroused
from the kurble game.
The rest of the medical examination
and treatment section wasn’t nearly as pleasant to look at. Injured Nobeks who’d been involved in the
game took up all the tables with medics running scanners over their battered
bodies and various healing instruments fixing the worst injuries. The Nobeks were grumbling about being tended,
of course. They only submitted to what
was required so they could return to duty on time.
Several runners were vomiting from
the kurble ball poison. The sound rocked
Tranis’ still complaining stomach. It
groaned loudly.
Degorsk’s grin stretched his
face. “It speaks! You’re looking a little green, Commander
Tranis. Shall I grab a basin?”
Between clenched teeth Tranis
muttered, “I’m fine.”
The Imdiko snorted and set the
suturing device down. “Injured Nobeks
are a pain in the ass to deal with. Now
I have to treat masochistic Dramoks too?”
He grabbed Tranis’ hurling hand and
looked the swollen appendage over.
Tranis hissed at the slight pressure of Degorsk’s grip. A noxious scent issued from the blue-tinged
flesh.
The medic took an appreciative
sniff. “Smells like good income, were I
in private practice. A beachside retreat
at the very least. Damn my love for duty
and Empire that keeps me poor.”
While Tranis gaped at the man’s
antics, Lidon shook his head. The
Nobek’s smile was getting larger, and he watched Degorsk intently.
Tranis didn’t know whether to be
pissed off or amused. He scowled,
deciding indignation was the best option.
“Do you offer any treatment or just talk your patients’ ears off?”
Degorsk gave him wide eyes, but his
smile never wavered. He shot a look over
his shoulder at Lidon. “He’s a mean one,
isn’t he?”
Lidon pressed his lips together as
if to keep laughter in. Then he said,
“Five older Nobek brothers.”
Degorsk rolled his eyes. “That explains a lot. I’ll add a lack of humor to the list of
disabilities in your file, First Officer.
Excuse me so I can get you your treatment and salvage your ears.”
He moved towards a bank of shelves
lined with bottles and jars of medications.
As he passed one of the examination tables, he peered into a bowl of
puke a sick Nobek had balanced on his thighs.
Degorsk ordered the attending medic, “Don’t let the dining hall have
this for soup base, okay?”
Tranis shook his head and looked at
Lidon, whose gaze kept watch on the irreverent doctor. “Is he always like that, or is he drunk?”
Lidon never took his eyes off
Degorsk. “It takes a great deal of time
to learn to appreciate the doctor’s attempts at humor. He is … unique.”
The warmth in the Nobek’s tone made
Tranis wonder at the relationship between the two men. He watched Lidon watch Degorsk with
fascination. How could a Nobek of
Lidon’s serious nature be so obviously captivated with the offbeat Imdiko?
Before Tranis could come up with a
way to ask such a question without offending and getting his already kicked ass
kicked some more, Degorsk returned with an injector.
The Imdiko told Tranis, “The
computer says this concoction will calm your belly, soothe your pain, keep your
hurling hand from falling off, and give you the biggest cocks in all the
Empire. That should sweeten your
demeanor a little.”
Lidon ducked his head. He made a noise that sounded suspiciously
like a snicker.
Amusement was getting the upper hand
with Tranis as well. Smothering his own
smile, he told Degorsk, “You are the strangest man I’ve ever met, Doctor.”
“I’ll take that as a
compliment.” He injected Tranis in the
long muscle of his neck. Immediately,
the nausea and throbbing of the Dramok’s hand lessened. He couldn’t help but sigh with relief.
“That’s all the thanks I need,”
Degorsk said. He turned to Lidon. “Show me some leg, you hardass Nobek.”
Lidon slowly pulled his formsuit
off, having removed his leg brace as soon as he’d gotten up on the table. Tranis pulled his mud-encrusted clothing back
on, trying not to appear too interested in the body being revealed in front of
him. It wasn’t easy. Lidon’s chest and arms were chiseled to
perfection, powerful muscles rippling all over as he moved. He slid the pants part of his formsuit off
his good leg first, showing off a thigh and calf of knotted strength. His ass was carved granite. A pair of semi-erect cocks slipped into
view.
The torn formsuit peeled away from
Lidon’s right leg, and Tranis sucked in a breath. He stopped pretending he wasn’t really
looking.
The man’s thigh and calf were
crisscrossed with scar tissue, as if a demented child with unformed handfuls of
clay had finished off a masterpiece sculpture.
There were hollows where muscle should be bulging and spongy lumps in
other places. Lines of lighter flesh
where skin had been forged back together stood out against Lidon’s brown skin.
Tranis swallowed. He knew he was staring and that the other two
men were looking at him, but he couldn’t help himself. With utter admiration, he said, “Now that is
a war wound. I am more honored than ever
that you played at my side today.”
Lidon nodded proud
acknowledgement. Degorsk rolled his
eyes. “He even sounds like a fucking
Nobek.”
As the doctor examined the weapons
commander’s game injuries, Lidon put his mouth close to the Imdiko’s ear. “When is the last time you were around a fucking Nobek, Doctor?”
Tranis’
eyes widened as Degorsk flushed at the obvious innuendo and moved his head so
the smug Lidon couldn’t get so near.
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