Posted Oct. 1, 2020, 1:50 p.m. by Lieutenant Fey Kastil (Chief Medical Officer) (Brian Armstrong)
Posted by Ensign Surda (Security Officer / RTF) in Surda’s “boarding” exam - Tag CMO
Posted by Lieutenant Fey Kastil (Chief Medical Officer) in Surda’s “boarding” exam - Tag CMO
Posted by Ensign Surda (Security Officer / RTF) in Surda’s “boarding” exam - Tag CMO
Surda sighed as she stepped into sickbay. She just wanted to get this over with. She crossed her arms, leaning up against the wall. As soon as a nurse passed by, she stepped off the wall to walk beside him. He didn’t even seem to notice “Hi, I’m Surda. I have to take care of my boarding physical, and I was hoping you could find someone to do that for me.” She held out her hand and he shook it absently. “Right… boarding physical… Let me go get the doctor.” She smiled. “Great, thanks.” He nodded and walked further into sickbay, presumably in search a doctor for her.
-SurdaThe overhead lights flicker and a small hand with unusually long fingers hold out a mask for the Ensign. “You will have to forgive the lethargic state of my staff, there was a lab accident and they inhaled too much of a chemical that enhances melatonin production.” The feminine but gravely voice of the mutant doctor comes from a very tall and boney woman. She easily towered over the Orion girl and the muscles in her arms looked to be straining to reach the ends of the bones they were attached to. The sharp angles, red-orange eyes, and lanky demeanor were all reminiscent of old horror stories of disproportionate humanoids that would abduct children in the woods of forests. “Tell me Ensign, your medical history in all it’s detail. I need to know if I can rely on your base genetics for experimentation later.” The doctor gently pats the biobed for the Ensign to sit upon, a smile stretching on her face that coincidently corresponds with the lights flickering again.
- Doctor Fey Kastil
Surda raised an eyebrow in a distinctly Vulcan manner and took the mask, although she didn’t put it on, instead setting it in her lap as she sat down. “I am Orion, female, and between 20 and 30 years of age.” She looked around the sickbay. “Beyond that, a long history of physical injuries, several infections, and likely malnourishment.” She smiled lightly. “If you want anything beyond that, you’ll probably have to run your own tests.”
-Surda
The Doctor produced a tricorder and probe that she used to scan the Orion female for contaminants, vitals, and any other signs of injury either known or forgotten. “Oh my dear, is that consent? I do hope so, I am ever so eager to have ‘willing’ subjects.”
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