Posted Oct. 4, 2021, 11:39 a.m. by Ensign Adrian Sorel (Medical Officer) (Krystelle Knight)
The middle aged Vulcan woman sat at the work station in the fairly spartan quarters, she was collating a report for Val’tre on the mental and physical health status of those serving at the station.
For the most part it was routine work and the majority of the crew were handling the isolation and classification of their jobs fairly well. It was not easy being cut off from everything they had known and not able to contact anyone they knew back in the Federation. They had to learn to lean on those around them and find what solace they could where they were.
T’Pris was writing up a paper on the effects in regards to neuroscience and the influences on both the ontogeny and phylogeny or development of organisms in an extraordinary environment. She was studying both the mental and physiological effects of the station residents. It was an extraordinary situation.
A rather large group of beings taken from their ordinary lives and put into extreme isolationism with no hope of going back to their past lives. When this project was done they would go back under different identities and lives. Not able to have contact with their families or friends from before to protect the secrets of the station.
According to her studies there were definite changes physiologically to everyone at the station, including herself and her son.
Her attention was diverted as the doors to her quarters swooshed open and Adrian Sorel walked in, padd in hand. “Greetings, mother.” He said as he entered, tapping on his padd as he finished up entering the last of his shift report from the station’s sickbay. Adrian Sorel had graduated from Starfleet Academy in an excerlerated program before coming here with his mother.
He now served in the capacity of a medical intern. The tutoring his mother had given him and the CSO from the Ogawa had readily prepared him to excel at his studies at the Academy and Starfleet Medical.
“The meeting in the conference room with the crew of the Asimov will be beginning shortly. We need to head down there.” Adrian Sorel commented as his mother nodded and saved her work before shutting down her work station.
“I am ready.” She said succinctly as she accompanied him out of their quarters as they headed toward the transit modules that would take them to the administration area of the station.
Civilian T’Pris
Adrian Sorel Med Intern
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