Who: Tara, Eve, People In Medibay
Where: Medibay
When: When Tara and Eve walk into the medibay
Medibay: Naturally
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-- SNIP --
Tara burst into the medi-bay and announced to the room
"I want a DNA test, compared with hers!" She indicated Eve.....
-- END SNIP --

Keto looked up from where he was sitting at a desk, hunched over
some paperwork.
"Ah, Miss Cleavage," he said, "Why was I not informed sooner that
the normal laws of the ship do not apply to you?"
"What?" asked Tara.
"What I mean to say is, how is it that you are able to overcome
certain problems that the rest of us aren't, particularly with regard
to medical machinery?"
"Huh?" repeated Tara, still confused. Keto sighed.
"Allow me to put this in terms that you can understand," he
said, "Ahem. How the hell are we supposed to do a DNA test with no
smegging power!?"
"Ah."
"Yes. Ah. Perhaps if we looked really, really hard at your blood
we could see your genetic sequences, hmm? Play spot the difference
with your DNA? Analyse something it took years for machines to read
with our naked eyes?"
"Or perhaps," called over Sean from the other side of the
medibay, "You could stop being sarcastic and work out a way to do
something useful?"
There was a stony silence as Keto turned everso slowly on his heel
and glared at the interloper in his medibay.
"I was only saying!" said Sean defensively, turning back to his
work.
"Miss Cleavage," said Keto, casting one more angry glance at
Sean, "Until we get power back, or until somebody comes up with a
better idea, all advanced medical technology will have to wait for Mr
Electricity to come waltzing back in to the medibay."
"You ever heard of batteries?" called Sean.
"You ever heard of murder?" snapped Keto.

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OOC: Tag, someone?