Bolian Sex Crimes (Part 1 of 2)

Posted on 06 Feb 2015 @ 11:22pm by Lieutenant Olsam Mott & Lieutenant Tuula Voutilainen M.D. & Petty Officer 1st Class Rebecca Williams

2,269 words; about a 11 minute read

Mission: Episode 07 - Sojourn
Location: USS Galileo - Deck 3, Sickbay
Timeline: MD42: 1920hrs

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Olsam passed through the doors into sickbay carrying an enormous Persian-style carpet rolled up into a cylinder. The way it was draped in his arms seemed a bit strange, as if it contained something, but the stranger part was definitely the carpet itself. Decorative items like that were strictly prohibited in sickbay, being a magnet for all manner of infection and disease. Not to mention, they'd spend the better parts of their shift scrubbing the blood stains out of it.

"Oh, Tuula, thank the depths you're here," Olsam said, wheezing from the effort of hauling the carpet around. He stepped out of the doorway a little clumsily, bumping one end of the carpet on the doorframe. He paused and winced, then proceeded toward the nearest biobed. "I think I may have killed someone. I mean, probably not. She was still alive when I left her quarters. But I may have accidentally bumped her head against the wall a couple...uh, few...times."

The Bolian was breathing heavily now that his burden was relieved, and he could catch his breath. After a few moments, he reached over and pulled at a loosely tied ribbon that was holding the carpet together, causing it to unfurl and reveal its contents: a virtually naked woman with a head wound that at one time was messy but seemed to have stopped bleeding recently.

"Olsam!" exclaimed Tuula, shocked at what she saw in front of her in more ways than one. She hadn't known Mott to be the womanizing type, and she was fake married to him for over a month now. While Norvi was definitely showing some signs of exhaustion at dealing with Mott and his dozens of family members, Tuula was beginning to find Olsam to be endearing in a strange way. Though perhaps it was all relative; after all. Even though it was not much of an accomplishment, he was definitely one of the most tolerable of Bolians she had interacted with over the past couple of months. "How did this..." she exclaimed in shock, cutting herself off with the realization that in a triage situation, there may not be time for explanations. Especially not those offered by Bolians. "...never mind."

Whipping out her tricorder, she quickly went to work. "Laceration to the head; severe concussion; slight hemorrhaging. I'll need a neurosequencer and a vascular regenerator." Pressing a few buttons, she activated the more powerful scanning and imaging system of the biobed, calibrating it to monitor the pressure inside the patient's skull among a few other readings. While the cerebral pressure was above normal, she was relieved to see that it was still at safe levels. But she knew from her medical training that if it climbed too high, they would have to perform an emergency neurosurgery to release the pressure.

"Well, at least she's alive," Olsam said, shifting his eyes from the patient to Tuula and back again. Maybe she would have some memory loss. Or, maybe, he could induce some memory loss. Is that ethical? Hmm. Better err on the side of caution for once, just in case. He stepped up to the biomonitor at the head of the bed and bent a little at the waist to get a better look, having lowered the biobed for Tuula's accessibility. If he felt he owed some kind of explanation, it obviously took a backseat to the doctor in Dr. Olsam Mott. "Hmm, 5ccs of alkysine ought to help with the neurosequencer, and 0.5ccs of trianoline will take care of the concussion. I'll prepare them."

He stepped over to the medcart, opened a drawer and began preparing the indicated dosages of medication while Tuula retrieved the equipment. He hummed to himself a little bit while working with the vials. "So, how has your evening been? Slow night in sickbay?"

"It was until some Bolian came along with a naked woman wrapped up in a rug," Tuula shot back. She took a deep breath as she began the calibration process on the neurosequencer, keeping one eye on the patient's brain readings. "Mind explaining how that came to be?"

"Well, she fell and hit her head. As you can see, she's nearly naked, and I didn't want to carry a naked woman through the ship. But I couldn't very well take the time to change her clothes, especially since I couldn't find the emergency medkit in her quarters. So I rolled her up in a carpet to protect her modesty and brought her here. Her quarters are waaay down on Deck 6, so I had to carry her to turbolift C to get up here. She's a lot heavier than she looks," Olsam said, explaining how they'd come to be in Sickbay. He administered the two medications to the patient's carotid artery then replaced the hypospray back on the medcart before taking up a position next to Tuula to monitor her work. "I'm glad we could give you something to do, although it was mostly an accident."

"So, let me get this straight," said Tuula as she attached the neurosequencer to the patient. Hopefully there wasn't any permanent brain damage, but if there was, the neurosequencer would detect it. "You were in her quarters and she was naked. I'd ask what you were doing in there, but... I'm not sure I want to know."

"We were eating fruit, why wouldn't you want to know?" Olsam asked. "I met her at the bar. We had a drink together and shared an appetizer - oysters on the half shell, a favorite of mine as you know - then she invited me back to her quarters because she said she had something that could sate my appetite. I thought she meant fruit. When we got there, she said she was going to change into something more comfortable, which I thought meant her pajama-pajamas because I always like to put my pajamas on when I get home, so I replicated the fruit. But it turned out, Tuula, and you'll never believe this, she didn't want to eat fruit with me at all."

His eyes widened, like the next part truly was unbelievable. "She came out with...this...on. And I thought to myself, 'It must be the traditional dress of her people.' Like, you know, Betazoids don't wear anything at all sometimes! But then she sat in my lap, and I thought to myself, 'Okay, maybe the other chair is broken, and she's tired.' Then she started licking me and biting my lip and that's when I realized she was trying..." He lowered his voice to a whisper, as if there was actually anyone else in the room. "...she was trying to have sexual intercourse with me."

Tuula signed deeply as she finished adjusting the neurosequencer on the patient. She didn't always fit in socially, but the depths of Olsam's confusion in when it came to navigating social situations amazed even her. "That is a most interesting story, but that doesn't explain--"

She paused mid-sentence, having put the pieces together. "Oh?" she asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively. "Olsam, I didn't realize you were into that sort of thing. I mean, I like playing around with handcuffs and silk scarves as much as the next woman, but you have to be careful in the bedroom!"

"What? I wasn't even in the bedroom! I was in the living room, sitting at the dining table, trying to enjoy my fruit. What sort of thing do you mean? Eating fruit? How did you not know I'm into eating fruit?" Olsam asked, sounding incredulous. They'd been working together for weeks now! How could she not know that? Did she even pay attention when he talked? "I just wanted fruit. I did not want to have sex with her. Frankly, I thought that was clear, but she might have some hormonal imbalance for all I know. She's not even attractive! I mean, look at her."

Olsam turned back to look at the mostly naked patient and turned his nose up as if someone was trying to give him bad shrimp.

Tuula glanced down at the patient's body. She didn't think the patient to be that unattractive, but so far she was focused only on the patient's head wound and possible brain damage rather than her curves. "Perhaps we should cover her up. Would you mind grabbing a gown, or perhaps a blanket?" Getting back to work, she raised her voice slightly to continue the conversation while Mott had wandered over to a supply cabinet. "If not her, what kind of girls do you find attractive, then?"

"Usually none at all," Olsam said flatly, for it was the plain truth. He retrieved a blanket and indelicately tossed it over the patient, afterward making sure all the corners were perfectly straightened out. "But she's much too plain. Big heaving breasts and curvaceous hips and soft thighs and toned arms... Blech. And trying to sleep with a man by luring him in with promises of food and fruit? Was she just after my DNA or was she one of those women with a Bolian fetish? I just mean, is this the 24th-century or what?" Olsam puffed. "There are a trillion people in the Federation so with that much diversity, I prefer a woman who's a little more unique. There are a billion women with big breasts and curvy bodies that just want to have sex with men, so shouldn't you look for something a little less...common? Otherwise life will be boring."

Tuula blushed slightly. Is he talking about me? she wondered. "Unique" was a word which was commonly used to describe her, at least as a polite alternative to words like "strange" and "weird." And Olsam did seem to take a liking to her, after all, it was her that he chose as his fake wife.

"Yeah, I totally understand," replied Tuula, making one final adjustment on the neurosequencer. "She'll be awake soon. However she'll likely be confused, no doubt feeling the effects of the concussion." She pushed herself backwards a little bit and turned to face Mott. She was apprehensive about bringing this up, but after hearing all sorts of rumours surrounding Zuwtt's sudden departure and the forty-seven Bolians, she had to know for sure.

"Dr. Mott, there's something I've been meaning to ask you. I heard through the grapevine that Zuwtt had been transferred out." Tuula paused for a moment, choosing her words carefully. Despite his despicable conduct thatn the discomfort that his very presence caused, she had been reluctant to volunteer to come forward to the command staff, not the least of the reasons being the fact that at least two of them were clearly unimpressed with her performance so far, and in a "him or me" situation, she might find herself having to pack her bags. "Not that I'm not glad he's gone, but do you know anything about that? Did you tell the captain?"

"Captain Holliday? No, I didn't tell him," Olsam said, shaking his head vigorously. "He wouldn't have handled it correctly anyway. I contacted Minister Hox Zopp at the Ministry of Culture on Bolarus and recommended Zuwtt for immediate arrest and execution."

"Execution?!" exclaimed Tuula. Had she known it was a possibility, she might have suggested it sooner.

"Well, apparently being an abusive zorx isn't a capital offense, but once the fullness of his crimes against you and the Bolian people came to light they agreed that something should be done. So, we received special dispensation from the Ministry to handle him. He'll spend the rest of his miserable life on a subspace relay station, alone and exiled from Bolarus, thanks to the Ministry and a few friends. I still think we should have gone with my 'airlock accident' plan. It was meticulous drawn up and pretty much fool-proof, but ohhh nooo. 'We can't do that, Olsam.'"

"It's all right," said Tuula, reaching up to pat Olsam on the shoulder. "Perhaps a lifetime of solitude is a harsher punishment than a quick death," she said, before leaning forward and wrapping her arms around his rotund torso, giving him an affectionate hug.

"And the bruises that Jaana saw when he was leaving with his suitcase?" she added, looking up at him, still holding him tightly. "Was that part of his punishment as well?"

Olsam leaned down to better position himself to return the hug. "No, I think that was just regular vengeance."

"Awww, you would have him horribly beaten for me? You're the best." With Olsam bent over, Tuula could better wrap her arms around him for a proper hug. And a little thank you kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, Doctor Mott," she added. Seeing him not recoil in fear at the first kiss, she went in for another, this time on the lips. "Thank you."

As a groan passed Rebecca's lips, she attempted to move her hand to press the palm against her throbbing head, "Is there any chance that anyone caught the registration of the shuttle that hit me?" Finding her hand held down by material of some sort, the yeoman just groaned again and allowed her body to flop back down, "Could someone help here...I'm not particularly feeling up to any sex games tonight."

[TBC]

Lieutenant (J.G.) Tuula Voutilainen, M.D.
Medical Officer
USS Galileo

Lieutenant Olsam Mott, M.D.
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
USS Galileo

Petty Officer 2nd Class Rebecca Williams
Commanding Officer's Yeoman
USS Galileo

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