Posted Oct. 18, 2020, 10:50 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Hayley Marshall (Chief Medical Officer) (Amie Genest)
Posted by Fleet Captain Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) in Side Sim - Sickbay 1 - Arrival Of EXR-11
[snip]Sickbay 1, the heart of the medical department on deck 12 was humming along nicely thanks in likely no small part to Marshall’s guidance and that of their shift leaders and staff. So when the main sickbay doors to the room opened to reveal a small waist high robot on treads coming in, many of the nearby NE’s paused in their work in surprise, caution and some curiosity. The robot was quite simplistic in design, but its outer shell was nothing short of artistic in scope. Made up of ceramic plastics, it had a myriad of paintings on it ranging from a 4-6 year old’s hands of smiling yellow or orange suns, to more talented pieces of little connected colored pieces glued on. The ‘head’ of the little robot on treads was a large plastic half dome filled with a jelly like blue substance in which were suspended little hand carved plastic stars, squares, triangles, circles, and other shapes done by a child’s hand ranging from 6-8 years. The body, in addition to the above mentioned little colored suns, and plastic puzzle pieces and two whirring stubby ‘arms’ ending in twin pinchers. Within the main body shell itself, made up of similar clear plastics, was the ‘heart’ of the robot and ‘brain’. A simple connected isolinear four chip set powered by a tiny power cell. Both arms were shaped inward holding a small bright pink sealed bag as if in offering to her as it whirred forward on its motorized treads into the office. Said treads were the most complex in design, made of rubber and plastics like the rest they were still rugged in scope for maneuvering.
The robot stopped before NE Mooshoo a tellarite nurse, when the robot spoke in a gruff though clearly girly voice. =/\= Greetings sentient! I come bearing a gift for your superior officer chief Lieutenant Marshall, where might I find them? =/\= It said through a speaker. In its hands was a small brightly yellow bag sealed with a ribbon.
”…Uhhh…their....office I think?” the NE said pointing over to the door unsure what else to do or say.
=/\= Thank you sentinet! =/\= the girly voiced robot said whirring over to the door and used an extension probe as a third ‘arm’ to press the office chime.
EXR-11
Hayley was sitting at her desk going over the latest shift reports when the door chimed. “Enter” She replied.
Jr. Lt. Marshall, CMO
The treaded robot whirred into the office carrying the bright yellow sealed bag. Halting in front of the CMO’s desk, from a speaker a gruff purposefully deep toned girlish voice made a parody of a robot’s voice. It was clearly a child’s voice. =/\= Greetings sentinet! I am EXR-11! I have come bearing a gift. Among the culture of my race it is given proper curtsey to gift those we serve with. Will you wish to accept? =/\= It asked.
EXR-11
Hayley very carefully moderated her expression to a serious one. It was very hard to suppress a giggle. “Of course,” She replied, “I would be most honored.”
Jr. Lt. Marshall, CMO
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