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Sickbay - Cadet Javal DH meeting

Posted Sept. 20, 2021, 3:10 a.m. by Cadet Javal (Doctor) (Stephen O’Dette)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Ven Miya (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Cadet Javal DH meeting

Posted by Cadet Javal (Doctor) in Sickbay - Cadet Javal DH meeting

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Ven Miya (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Cadet Javal DH meeting
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Cadet Javal passed briskly through the doors leading into the Challenger’s Sickbay. He paused briefly to adjust his medical cadet’s uniform, which had become appreciably tousled by his quick jaunt through many a corridor on his way to meet with the head of department, Dr. Ven Miya. Next on his itinerary was to check the chronometer.

“Five minutes ahead of schedule. Optimal,” he muttered to himself with a brief nod. He took an extra thirty seconds to take a quick glance around the room, his eyes settling here and there on the objects most relevant to him.

Five biobeds, about three surgical. The LCARS look to be in line with the Academy models. These Discovery models are living up to their specifications, Javal thought to himself, raising his pointed Vulcan eyebrow.

As he pondered his new working area, Javal came to the realization that some of the Sickbay crew were starting to look his way, doubtless wondering about the cadet who just stepped in and was now, to their eyes, awkwardly surveying his surroundings. Javal, however, brushed the attention he felt off of him. After all, wasn’t it logical for one to survey their surroundings before commencing operations in unfamiliar territory?

Turning his discerning gaze to the side, he came upon the object of his quest: the CMO’s office.

Taking a few careful steps forward, he made his presence known to the Chief by hitting the intercom.

=^= “Dr. Ven? This is Cadet Javal, reporting for duty as ordered.” =^= He intent was to come across as respectful and professional, but perhaps to a non-Vulcan, it might smack more of matter-of-fact. Only time would tell whether the intricacies of the non-Vulcan’s emotional response would generate an agreeable reply or not.

[Cadet Javal - Medical]

(OOC: Welcome to the Medical Department! I’m using OOC to denote ‘out of character’ moments when we can have a chat before going into IC - ‘in character’ - mode. We’ve already had a bit of a chat on Discord, so it’s great to see you posting here and I’m looking forward to interacting with your character!)

At the intercom’s alert, Miya raised her head. She had been taking advantage of a lull in sickbay to steal some private time in her office - ‘My’ office! It still doesn’t seem real, somehow! - so she could catch up with a new medical journal, but she was looking forward to meeting her latest cadet. Every newcomer to sickbay was a chance to learn and improve. And, Prophets, I have a lot of improving to do!

“Come in, Cadet Javal!” she invited, putting her PADD to one side and brushing her sleek hair behind one ear, setting her d’ja pagh earring jangling slightly. She had read his reports from the Academy, of course, but that was nothing compared to meeting someone in person. He sounded as austere as Lieutenant T’Saie had seemed when Miya had first arrived aboard the Challenger, but she had learned a lot from the Vulcan CMO. She hoped she could be as good a role model to Javal as T’Saie had been to her.

Rising from her chair, she smiled in welcome, habits instilled as a Bajoran cleric rising to the fore: Make your visitor feel comfortable - they cannot share their thoughts with you if they are ill at ease. “Please, take a seat, Cadet. Can I get you something to drink? Or maybe a snack?” Miya gestured to the replicator in a corner of her office - surely one of the best parts of being CMO!

[Lieutenant JG Ven Miya, CMO]

(OOC: It’s great to finally start posting on here! I look forward to working with you. Just a quick question for you, would you recommend that I snip out the post that I sent originally in the reply I’m making now? I’m trying to gauge how best to manage the reply chains with each successive post I make. Thanks!)

The warm welcome from the CMO was met with a similar joviality from Javal’s side, though perhaps his facial expression and body language were subtle in their conveyance of it. He clasped his hands behind his back, glanced over at the replicator, and titled his head slightly in recognition of the kind offer.

“Thank you for the gesture, Ma’am,” he replied courteously, “however I already sampled my share of Plomeek soup before coming aboard the Challenger.”

She is a young CMO but appears to possess a marked aptitude for interpersonal interaction. I should look forward to observing her practice when the time comes, he thought to himself.

He proceeded to sit down on the empty chair nearest Miya’s desk, sitting up straight and folding his hands at his waist. He took a brief moment to observe the contents of her desk, whereby he noticed the PADD laying on the table.

“I trust my early entrance did not disturb your reading?” he said, gesturing toward the PADD left idle on the desk. “The latest edition of this journal in particular obtained some fascinating new results on potential prophylactic treatments for gorch on Klingon patients.”

[Cadet Javal , Medical]

(OOC: well spotted! The <snip> is an essential part of posting here as otherwise we’d quickly have a Scroll of Doom (TM) with some of the longer threads. When it’s a relatively simple thread, like the two of us chatting, we’ll let it go back a couple of posts each - the rule of thumb I was told was to look for three to four of the little arrows at the start of a post, e.g. >>>Cadet Javal passed briskly through the doors ..... then snip the posts with a larger number of arrows. But when the threads include lots of people, it’s helpful to try to keep one post from each character so you can look back and see who’s involved; in those cases the arrows can add up quickly and the “three to four” guidance isn’t as effective! Just remember to put <snip> when you remove something so everyone reading the thread knows some posts have been removed. And if you forget, like I often do, the edit button is very helpful! :D )

Something about that head-tilt, allied to his careful formality, reminded Miya strongly of Lieutenant T’Saie. She smiled at his graceful refusal. “You’re welcome. I’m going to have a glass of water - we’ll be doing a bit of talking and I’m likely to get thirsty. If you change your mind about refreshments, just let me know.”

She was carrying her water-glass, beaded with condensation, carefully back to her desk when Javal’s comment about the journal article took her by surprise. His gesture to the PADD made her realise how he had gained the knowledge about her reading habits. “No - you didn’t disturb me at all. I haven’t reached that article yet, but I’ll make sure I do. There are several Klingon cadets in our crew and, given their ages, a new treatment for gorch might be very useful.” She set down her glass and, with a flick of one finger, moved away from the journal article and onto her personnel files, keeping her PADD screen carefully out of the cadet’s eyesight.

“So, Cadet, can you tell me a bit about yourself, please? What brought you into medicine - and into Starfleet?” She always enjoyed finding out more about each new cadet to join the Challenger’s sickbay staff. As a prylar, she had been privileged to work with Bajorans undergoing many different challenges and struggles; she had found her skills lay in supporting them through their difficulties and helping them lead happier lives. This part of her new role, at least, was one in which she felt secure.

[Lieutenant JG Ven Miya]

(OOC: Thanks for the tip! I just realized while I was writing this that Javal was kinda giving himself his own little psych exam! Perhaps he’s just too introspective for his own good?)

Javal gave a nod in agreement to Miya’s reply to his question about the journal article. In reality, he asked the question to accomplish two different purposes. One was simply to satisfy his rather untempered curiosity, a particular vice that he could recall being reprimanded for often by his instructors back on Vulcan. Unchecked curiosity breeds passionate emotion, leading the mind astray from the logical path, was but one of many such lectures he had experienced in his youth. Even to this day, Javal had struggled to live up to the Vulcan ideal in this regard.

The second purpose for the question was far less unconscionable to his Vulcan ethic: he simply wanted to engage in what humans called “small talk.” From what experience he had gained during his time at the Starfleet Medical Academy, many of his patients, especially the non-Vulcan ones, seemed to regard physician interactions more favorably when such attempts were made. Applying the principle generally to everyday interaction was therefore a very logical course indeed.

His mind briefly wandering off of himself and back onto the Lieutenant that was now seated across from him, he found that the questions would now begin to head his way.

“During my time on Vulcan, it was long assumed by both myself and my elders that I would pursue biomedical studies with the Vulcan Science Academy. I had displayed a particular aptitude in the areas of exoanatomy and biochemistry, and my name was placed into consideration by the Academy’s admissions council.”

If it wasn’t for the fact that Javal was speaking at this moment in a straight, informative tone, one might be tricked into thinking he was bragging about himself.

“As the most coveted research institution on Vulcan,” he continued, leaning a bit forward and crossing his right leg over as he explained, “the criteria for admission is very exacting. As it so happened, my elder brother, Javok, made certain…” he paused for a moment, trying to find the right word. “Impressions with the council members that I was not in a position to make.”

Noticing that his attempt at an explanation there was rather vague, he started again.

“Our cognitive capabilities were nearly identical, but I possessed certain unfavorable deficiencies in my conduct. The council eventually decided that they would grant admission to Javok.” It would have taken an experienced counselor to detect the ever so slightest hint of jealousy contained within the austere delivery of his words.

“After hearing the council’s decision, I decided to seek alternative research positions outside of the Vulcan system. I reasoned that applying to different programs in other portions of Federation space might have afforded me the opportunity to offer my expertise to the greater scientific community where it was needed. On one of such postings, I was involved with research on regenerative therapies for orthopedic patients who had received extensive trauma during their service in the Dominion War. The assignment provided me ample opportunity to interact with many different Federation, and sometimes non-Federation, species. The chance to monitor these individuals through the course of their experimental therapies was…intriguing to me. It demonstrated the benefit of application to my research, and I inquired into applying at Starfleet Academy.”

After speaking in what effectively amounted to be his autobiography, he concluded his thoughts with thus: “Ultimately, I joined Starfleet so I could participate in the advancement of healthcare through its practical application both within the confines of the Federation and beyond.”


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