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Who: Wrath
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Planet
When: Early on while on the planet, probably

[Wrath's always been a high energy person, but whatever is going on with her augment glitching, it's turned the energy knob up to eleven, yanked it off, and thrown it out the window. Well. Half the time. The other half she might be asleep, facedown on the floor.

But hopefully before her bouts of hyperactivity really start to grate on her crewmates (no, Wrath, their morale is just fine) they arrive at the planet and there's a whole new place for her to explore.

At first she tries to be mindful of her medical directives, but then she finds a saloon, and she ends up playing a game of darts, or maybe arm wrestling some guy three times her size (she wins) and... it all just goes downhill from there.

Welcome to Wrath doing her best impression of her pre-back-injury self. Which involves public drunkenness with optional nudity, loud and off-key singing, bar brawls, and

CRASH

getting thrown out a (first floor, thankfully) window.

She lays on the ground next to her cane, which thankfully hasn't been broken, surrounded by shards of glass. And tries to get up, which is a bit like watching a turtle that's been turned on its back trying to right itself, giggling happily the whole time.]

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[Fortunately for Wrath, Beverly is on her way back to her ship from seeing patients in the community right as Wrath is thrown out the window. Beverly shouts in alarm and immediately rushes to her friend's side.]

Wrath? Wrath, talk to me.

[And for god's sake, quit giggling. At least that means she isn't in too much pain. Beverly glares up at the broken window, but whoever threw Wrath is long gone. She pulls the tricorder out of her medkit and starts scanning, making sure it is safe to move Wrath before she does anything else.]

[Wrath is feeling no pain right now. She is not find, though. Someone has been running around like she doesn't have a chronic injury.]

Hi Beverly! Just. Wanted to lay down a sec. Ready to get back in action. I gotta kick some motherfucker's ass.

[Beverly rests a firm hand on Wrath's shoulder.]

Oh no you don't. Not if I have anything to say about it. You're lucky as it is that you didn't break something.

But Beverly! [Whine.] He told me to eat a dick. I gotta make him eat dick. That's how it works.

No one is making anyone eat any dicks today.

[Add that to her ever growing list of things she never thought she'd be saying.

Wrath's in bad shape, but Beverly has at least determined that it's okay to move her. Time to try to get her to the clinic. She stashes the tricorder, then gently slides one arm behind Wrath's back and helps her sit up.]

All right, do you think you can stand?

But Beverly--

[Dicks, Beverly. THEY ARE NOT GOING TO EAT THEMSELVES.]

Stand? I can fight!

[Figure out the standing thing first, Wrath. Which is. Well. She's having to lean against Beverly a lot. But she'll be damned before she admits to being in pain.]

[Technically, yes, that is standing. Yet Beverly isn't too convinced Wrath's going to be able to walk very far like this. She bites her lip. The Blue Fish is docked all the way on the outskirts of town - not that "town" is particularly big, but it's big enough.]

Let's try taking a few steps first, shall we?

[She's got one arm firmly wrapped around Wrath's waist, just in case.]

Okay, yeah! Gotta walk first. [See, she can totally walk. Just. Not in a straight line. Um.]

[They go a few crooked meters before Beverly brings Wrath to a stop. This isn't working, and she suspects Wrath is probably not going to like her next suggestion but...]

Maybe it would be best if I carried you.

Like a piggy back ride?

YEAH! I LOVE PIGGY BACK RIDES!

[... or not. Well, this will be a lot easier than she anticipated! She gives Wrath a relieved smile.]

Oh, good! Here!

[Beverly turns her back towards Wrath, then squats down to make up for their height difference.]

Climb on!

[For someone as drunk and floppy as she is, she still manages to be coordinated enough to do this. He'll, she managed to leap on to maine's back from a lamp post while drunker than this before.

She's heavy, but not too bad. And she holds on without trying to choke Beverly.]

Yeah, let's go! For the honor of Proles!

[Wrath is a lot heavier than Beverly expected from such a tiny person, though in retrospect, it makes perfect sense, given all of Wrath's bionic replacements. Carefully, she adjusts her grip on Wrath's legs before heading off.]

So, want to tell me what happened back there?

Oh, some guy picked shit so I head butted him and he had friends. It was pretty awesome.

[Beverly makes a disapproving humming noise. It does not sound very awesome to her.]

You need to be more careful, Wrath. I don't like seeing you hurt.

[She airily dismisses the concern with a flop of her hand.]

Pain's temporary. Glory's forever.

[Ruefully.] You sound like a Klingon.

[Squint.]

A booger that hangs out of your nose?

[Beverly laughs, enough where she has to stop walking for a moment, but she doesn't lose her grip on Wrath.]

No... no!

[Still laughing, give her a second. She takes a deep breath before she starts walking again.]

Klingons are an alien species from my universe. They're warriors who value honor and glory above almost anything else.

Oh, that sounds pretty awesome.

Why'd they pick such a dumb name then?

It only sounds funny in English. In tlhIngan Hol [Which their translators will helpfully inform Wrath is the name of the Klingon language], it sounds perfectly normal.

Ohhh. That makes sense.

That sounds cool you should teach me how to... Uh. Stuff.

Speak Klingon? I'm not very good you know, I only know a few phrases, mostly meditative.

... and a few curses.

I don't know how to speak anything else, so it's cool that you know anything like that at all.

And curses are the most useful. And how to ask for beers.

[Beverly laughs.]

Oh Klingon beer... you have to be careful with that stuff. Though their bloodwine is even worse.

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