Sex and the Skrell / a TBS-Journal.NT Entry

     
To those loyal readers that have been paying attention, I am in a far more chipper mood with my topics and my writing. I have, of recent, come into a relationship with a very handsome male Tajaran, who, for sake of anonymity, will remain nameless. He treats me very well. Sorry to the gentlemen who would want me, and maybe the one female - but I am now taken. For a Skrell, that means that I am exlusively in relations with one person. Yes, sex is involved.

How is none of your concern. Despite what others might think, we skrell DO enjoy our reproductive processes. We are sapient creatures, it is to be expected. If you want to read up or see more about it, check Wetskrell.nt. It's very educational. Or you can try Wetskrell.xxx if you want to skip the educational part. Perverts.

My work, Medical, remains steady. We had an incident with a small disease spreading on the station, but thankfully it only triggered psychotropic reactions. I heard voices and had some mild slurring in my speech, but is not really that big of a concern. The cause was related to a mouse found dead in the maintainance tunnels, and spread inadvertently when one of the many drones came across it and carried it to disposals. Along the way, it passed by a janitor, who caught the virus, and spread it around the station.

This just goes to show the dangers of wild animals on a space station, and why diligence and cleanliness is all important on the enclosed enviornment. After an initial panic, the disease was eventually given a rather robust cure, which left me feeling good. Maybe it was because I also took a few relaxants to keep myself and my beloved calm. I admit to mild abuse of the chemicals available, but it worked its purpose. I have not recieved reprimand for my actions.

Another individual, a supposed chemist who managed to slip by without being given a psychological examination, attempted to spread the disease further. He gathered three large bags of blood, injected them with the virus, and then replaced cleaning solution with the tainted blood. He then sprayed it around the station in an attempt to insite a doomsday bug. Thankfully, security caught and put him into psychological isolation. I was sprayed in blood though. Blood does not come off of gold very easily.

My mate was very strong. He almost killed the guy - before I pulled him off. I was tempted to join in, but my oath as a healer held my hand. Security was very efficient. I am thankful to them.

I also had to fix my mates leg and hands after he got into a fight with some big purple alien fish thing. I don't know how it happened, only that it did. I hate fish. I'm not a fan of meat either. It makes dining an expensive but enjoyable outing as we dine together every night. Tonight we had pasta - I had it without meat, and he had it with. The sauce was good, and the bread was very crunchy on the bottom. I liked the salty flavor of the garlic.

Now I suppose that the topic of todays journal is more than just love and horror of the mentally incompetent. I have had a few people who have stated a curiosity about my time in the past, and how I've overcome my existance as who I was, and who I am now. I do not know if I am comfortable sharing everything, but here are the basics.

*I was a slave for 12 years in illegal trafficking.
*I was raped multiple times by many beings. For a skrell, penetration is... unpleasent.
*I eventually was able to free myself and others like myself.
*I learned medicine during my time in bondage.
*I fully oppose all forms of enslavement, both biological and artificial.

If you know anyone who is a victim of traficking, or suspect someone is, contact your local authorities, and forward the information to EndSlaveryNow.Nt - they have resources. I highly recomend them, as they helped me repurpose myself from the weak lifestyle to something strong.

I can answer further questions if asked. Please leave a question in the comment section below.

I hope to hear from you.

-Dr. Ibn-Salah