Sickbay - Cadet Omtala Boarding Physical

Posted Nov. 11, 2018, 3:35 p.m. by Cadet Thomas Buckingham (Doctor) (Steve Alliss)

Posted by Cadet Rexar Omtala (Engineer) in Sickbay - Cadet Omtala Boarding Physical

Posted by Cadet Thomas Buckingham (Doctor) in Sickbay - Cadet Omtala Boarding Physical

Posted by Cadet Rexar Omtala (Engineer) in Sickbay - Cadet Omtala Boarding Physical

Posted by Cadet Thomas Buckingham (Doctor) in Sickbay - Cadet Omtala Boarding Physical

Posted by Cadet Rexar Omtala (Engineer) in Sickbay - Cadet Omtala Boarding Physical

Posted by Cadet Thomas Buckingham (Doctor) in Sickbay - Cadet Omtala Boarding Physical
Heeding the instruction of his Department Head, Buckingham turned to Cadet Omtala and smiled. “If you’d like to follow me Cadet, we’ll get your Boarding Physical started.”

Tom grabbed a PADD and made his way over to an empty Bio-bed and stood by it, waiting for Omtala to join him.

Cadet Thomas Buckingham, Medical

“Of course.” He stated as he turned to follow swiftly to the end of the bio-bed Mr.Buckingham stood by nearest. Shortly before passing Lt. To’kar he halted abruptly to address his DH.
“After I’ve completed all evaluations I’ll report according Lieutenant.”
Facing away and returning to the attention of the cadet. Rexar remained motionless, a stern gaze across his brow with his chin held high his excitement was palpable and could only retain it through his strict, regimented focus on his up coming duties.
“Proceed.” He calmly murmured with a sharp inhaled breath as he mental recited the Endeavors’ schematic.

CDT. Remar Omtala, engineer.

“If you wouldn’t mind taking a seat on here for me.” Buckingham said as he gestured toward the Bio-bed. “I’m Doctor Buckingham, but most people call me Tom” He held his hand out for a hand shake. “While I pull up your Medical File why don’t you tell me your name and a little bit about yourself?” Tom said.

Cadet Thomas Buckingham, Medical

Rexar lunges his opposing arm suddenly to grasp Tom’s hand with a firm and certain hold as he has yet to share this cultural experience outside the academy. A few short pumps from the shoulder as he glares deeply into the eyes of CDT. Buckingham with his face squared, his brow relaxed, leaning slightly towards Tom. Rexar believed that as he’d observed previously the hand shake was performed in good order and was optimistic this was a strong first impression. While his antennae fluttered outwardly onto Tom unbeknownst to Rexar in his brimming, irrepressible exuberance.
“Rexar, of the Omtala keth. I’m looking to graduate into an engineering department role. Warp field mechanics or computer diagnostics.”

“A pleasure to meet you Rexar” Buckingham smiled.

He stalled briefly to examine the conversation in thought.
Tom was a peer, not a superior. A change of tone may garner him more respect in this situation, and even still a friend perhaps.
“I’m interested in your own aspirations, Tom. Do you have a career plan or a particular specialised skill you wish to obtain. Enlighten me please?”
Quickly leaping onto the bio-bed, Rexar sat upright with his hands at his side. Truthfully Rexar hadn’t any interest but he knew well enough that this line of inquiry might possible lead to further their mutual understanding.

CDT. Rexar Omtala. (Engineer)

“Well, I’ve already had the beginnings of a career before this, so I’m just here… well, to be here really” Tom said, intentionally sounding obscure.
“So, Rexar” Tom moved the conversation along before the chance for his patient to ask any questions arose. “Before I perform a scan of you, is there anything you feel I need to know about regarding your health and condition that isn’t already mentioned in your Medical Profile?”

Cadet Thomas Buckingham, Medical

” I sustained critical injuries, internal and external nearly 5 years ago. An accident at an anthropological site in the Thran Mountains on Andoria.” As he drove out the last of his sentence a deeply hidden sentiment for those he lost that day arose in an unprecedented wave of remorse and guilt. He knew these days would come. It was to be expect and to face it with others especially strangers, gave him a notion of pride. Even his father had told him that his survival was an irrepressible mark of strength, strength he drawn upon now.

“A full recovery was documented by the ADF and all should be within my file.”
His face was dry and blank for a moment as he pondered on his response. Sitting at the edge of the bio-bed he slowly worked forward from the images of ruinous expedition from his mind. His antennae floundered creeping onward to the floor as though he’d lost something irreplaceable. Then something caught him. As he listened closely to Tom they twisted and snaked at him, searching all his face while they pulsed at the words he uttered. A change in vibrations pulled Rexars’ attention from his own thoughts and sensed the awkward deviations in tones and speech patterns that he did not find troubling, but his innate inquisitiveness could not refuse.
“Have I offended you Tom?” Rexar asked as he straightened to face CDT. Buckingham. Leaning inwards to follow his receptors and take greater stock of Tom himself and not just his professional nature. His experience with humans was enough to know that sometimes what they speak is not how they mean.

CDT. Rexar Omtala (Engineer)

Buckingham paused a moment before continuing the Physical. “Not at all” Tom said warmly “Why do you ask?”

Cadet Thomas Buckingham, Medical

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