Posted Jan. 26, 2022, 11:54 a.m. by Commodore Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) (Robert Archer)
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The Synthesis Captain nodded to Belmont, “..Of course, we can head there after we stop by the medical bay.” he said while he waited for Ark Angel’s team to sort out who would remain and who would continue on.
GM CockRoach
Masi nodded. “Shall we carry on to the medical bay then?” She deferred the lead to the Captain of the Synthesis.
-XO
OOC: Snipping out the engineers to move everyone here head and change scenery. Also retitling this thread for medical and remaining folks....
With the engineers left behind, the Synthesis’s CO lead the remaining away team back out of the engine room, shutting the door behind him. The now slightly smaller group reentered the turbolift. Along the way up to B deck now the CO turned to the away team, “..Look I know this is probably opening a can of worms that will wind me up with a headache like I told your Captain. But is there anything less headache inducing you can tell me what you’re looking for? The idea of some distress call being sent by my ship and crew that we have not yet sent or had reason to I am sure you can understand is concerning to me..” he said.
As he finished his request for information, whether he got any or not in return the lift opened onto B deck, which as they knew from their briefings was home to mostly the entire deck being given over to the ship’s Medical bay Transporter room. Heading down the short side hall they came into the medical bay. Starkly white and clean, there was a single NE human female nurse on duty. “..Ensign Valla could you please get Lt Barbosas? Our guests I spoke about to the crew have arrived and wish to examine things here..” he said.
”..Of course sir, one moment. I think she’s in running a diagnostic on decontamination room 1..” Valla replied.
A few minutes later, Valla returned now with the LT Barbosas in tow. The 40 year old woman stood at a height of 5‘11, notable on her was that her left leg was replaced by a (for the Synthesis’s time period of 2162), a cybernetic replacement left leg. As the medical staff would recall from their earlier studies, Barbosas had served in the Earth-Romulan war like many aboard the ship. Her injury to her left leg being amputated had seen it replaced after the war with the current cybernetic leg. It was a model which was sturdy for its time but also prone to overheating when put under stress. “..You wanted to see me Captain?” Barbosas said in a chilled manner of tone. Her glance was brief to the away team but seemed disinterested.
”..Yes, Lieutenant. These are our guests from that other ship I informed the crew about. This is Ensign Suder. We’ll be leaving him with you so he can examine the area for any abnormalities on the ship or crew. Please provide him open access to any non-classified ship logs or crew records for the duration of his stay here. Any problems let me know..” The CO said.
The first emotional response from the CMO on the ship got an eye roll in reply to her Captain. “..Fine, still seems like a waste of time to me. If we are going to send some distress call we have not sent yet, what’s the point in putting off the inevitable? Well come on then Ensign Suder, access port for the logs and crew records are over here..” She said. Directing Suder over to a nearby work desk and chair.
GM CockRoach
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