There's Something About Savraapi

Posted on Sat Nov 21st, 2020 @ 6:02pm by Lieutenant Kiam Aax
Edited on on Sat Nov 21st, 2020 @ 6:07pm

Mission: 28 Days
Location: Quartermaster Requisition and Supply
Timeline: Mission Day 2 at 1400

His eyes were small, squinted, and reminded one of some kind of nesting Stoat. Short black hair in heavily receded swathes were buzzed into a military utility, and for the moment, Kiam Aax wondered if his species did have some kind of a standing army. What little she knew about them, she doubted it. And despite the impression, his slouched manner and steepled fingers were not the mark of a soldier, but a bureaucrat sitting on his personal nest egg.

Virnol Savraapi was not a pleasant man. He was the consummate Bureaucrat down to his pasty flesh and shrewdly judging stare. He was territorial and his territory was the Cargo Bays. Virnol Savraapi was one of the very few Zakdorn encountered by the United Federation of Planets. How he'd come to be in Starfleet's service, Kiam did not know. His mind was as bureaucratically layered and impenetrable as any tax service's internal computer. Impulses of his delight were the only glean into the man's soul- when someone needed something he had and his job was to briefly weigh their fate in his abnormally spidery, bony fingers.

Something about the Zakdorn mind was layered in strong psychic synesthesia. Many minds elicited it but Zakdorn were strong with it. How does one convey that the touching of another's mind evokes colors, or flavors, or scents? Something about Virnol Savraapi was ozonous and musty, like a long shut away room; Kiam knew it was only brain chemistry firing connections to convey the information.

"When we dock at Starbase Fifteen, we'll need to have these supplies requisitioned from their medical stores." Kiam handed the man a datapad, "Chief," she added as an afterthought, remembering the man's odd sense of decorum. "Chief Savraapi."

Only when his name and title were stated did his small, dark eyes flicker down to the datapad. His eyelid twitched: Kiam watched as a vague desire to scratch under one of the folds of his cheek-pouches rose in his mind and fell. A fresh burst of ozonous dust wafted, enough that Kiam twitched her nose.

"I'll need a thumbprint scan, a thumbprint from the Chief Operations Manager and then I will send it on to Starbase 15. Their Operations Manager and Quartermaster will sign off on it." Savraapi has a nasal-adenoidal voice, which added nothing to his charm. When he smiled, it was with a delta at the center, exposing yellowish-white teeth in almost a muskrat way. "And I'll need your access code to certify who you are." Kiam stifled the desire to roll her eyes.

Kiam's black eyes dropped to her datapad, which he still had not taken. "Everything is in order, Chief Savraapi. Authorization Aax-Sigma-1-5-4-1."

He raised his hand at the last moment, "Oh, I'm not ready. One moment please." This time, Kiam failed to curb her eyeroll. She breathed in, reached behind her ear, and tapped at her mastoid bone. Betazoids called it "plexing." When his beady eyes returned to her, his hand in quick ten-key motion on his console, "One moment please."

Kiam shifted weight, a tension in her hip panging as she did. She reached to rub at the muscle bands above her kidney.

"Authorization?"

Kiam's spoke through a sigh, "Aax-Sigma-1-5-4-1."

Savrappi's panel squawked, "It appears there is an irregularity with the current supply of Colloxizine and your request. I'm reducing your allotted request for refill to five cases."

"Two cases were damaged and had to be disposed of at Proxima Shipyards."

His beady eyes turned up to Kiam, "I did not see a damage waiver and request replacement file from Sickbay."

Kiam held her breath as the mustiness of his bureaucratic zeal rose like a smoky cobra. Kiam inwardly sighed. She hadn't the energy to mongoose with his snake right now. Instead she decided she'd simply sidestep him- apparently she was boarding Starbase 15 now. She'd take her request around him. "Fine, five boxes." His smoky cobra deflated. She smiled a closed-lip, wide smile. "Chief Savraapi."

Virnol's muskrattish smile turned sneer as his eyes glistened back to his controls. "I will inform Sickbay when your supplies are Starbase 15. Goodbye."

Dismissed, Kiam pushed her hands into her green labcoat pockets and turned on her heels. Her footsteps had an echo as she passed through the labyrinthine Cargo Bay. She glanced at a few crates here and there. Most of them were gray or black, and a few blue. Blue she knew were emergency supplies- rations and the like. She turned attention, as the mustiness of the long-tucked away mind eased beyond the range of her focus. In her mind, Virnol Savraapi joined the murmuring, barely audible chorus, the beat of life that was the currently eight-six members of the Ulysses crew.

She reached the door when the pang in her hip sharply snapped like lightning toward her womanhood, gnawing a slow sensation toward her kidney. She flinched, hunching some into it, momentarily settling against the open cargo bay door to get her breath back. She smiled at a couple of young crew passerbys, her mind distractedly wafting with the toussled sheets synesthesia of their mutual attraction to one another. One of them just needed to actually be brave and say something.

Her breath returned, Kiam pushed her hands into her pockets and she made her way back to Sickbay.