My Medi-bay

“Oh. Lads. We have a problem down in the human medical facility. They aren’t co-operating.” Came the voice over the radio to Zaarack. “Well sort it. They are only humans. Kill them if they won’t agree to our terms, they’ll quiet down once they start dying, they need all the numbers they can. Dirty breeding things.” He shuddered. The voice on the radio broke off contact as another barrage of medical equipment was sent hurtling over the barricade. Zaarack shook his head, you couldn’t get the slaves these days.

“Get out! And stay out!” The voice boomed, as a vial of something unpleasant broke open and the cautious assault troops backed away from it. “This is MY med-bay!”

“Now. Technically it belongs to the JMC…” An educated voice, sounding English replied, no fear of the anger in the other voice.

“Shut up! Stay out of this you imbecile.” It snapped.

“Now Tara that’s no way to…” The Englishman tried again.

“I’ve had a smegging awful day. People have come in here and bled all over the floor. Drunken idiots who don’t know their own alcohol tolerances. There is no milk in the fridge. My staff have decided to smeg off and celebrate something utterly pointless. My Ex has been copping off with the verger… Now these gimboids want to invade! They have another thing coming!” Tara ranted, sounding to all intents and purposes like Doctor Keto.

Any of the Dwarfers who were in a position to over hear this tirade would be wondering where the infamous chief of medical department was. Well in this universe he had never been locked in an ointment cupboard and had graduated with flying colours, going on to be one of the foremost physicians on Earth. Tara had still joined the medical department, had passed her doctors exams and had rapidly risen up the ranks to become chief of the medical department, she was rather known for her angry outbursts.

Most people attributed it to stress.

“Now, we need to come to an arrangement here. We will need you to sew the legs back on the ones that are going to be in the wave that walks over the landmines.” The lead trooper tried, attempting to be calm and placating, but sounding only patronising. The response was one of vitriolic swearing and another barrage of sharp pointy objects…

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OOC – Medi-bay under siege. Anyone fancy helping if you are sober or not drugged up by punch yet?