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Sickbay - Main Sim

Posted June 30, 2020, 6:55 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Zef Rollo (Counselor) (D Grisham)

(snipity doo dah)

Ensign Kaia, Eng

“He will be fine,” Max said with confidence. He had absolute faith in his wifes ability in what she did.

Lt Cmdr Wynter

Cochrane came over to Wynter and said “Enough, Mr. Wynter. Lay back and try to relax. Jasmine and and one of the Gravinian doctors are on their way.” He looked at the Engineer and said in a low voice while putting his back to the visitors so they couldn’t see his face. “By shuttle. There was a… slight issue with the transporter-” and he gave the CE a look that conveyed both concern and suspicion, “and I wanted to make sure everyone was safe.” He then glanced from the CE to the visitors and back, indicating that further discussion wasn’t necessary… right now.

Cochrane, CO

(Her approach is in thread… “Incoming… a new chapter. Pretha’s arrival”)

A few moment after disembarking the runabout, the young woman walked into Medical. She looked a little tired but was in fair spirits and her uniform was as good looking as traveling all day could make it. She tapped out the first nurse she saw and smiled. “I’m Lieutenant Oberon. Here for my boarding physical.” She glanced around the room to see who all was there.

Lt Pretha Oberon
Security/CRIT Leader

Cochrane looked over and then walked over to her. “Lieutenant. Captain Alexander Cochrane, Commanding Officer. We are, as you can see, a bit encumbered at the moment. Please drop your things in your quarters and meet me in my office in thirty minutes. Dismissed.” and he nodded once and went back to Max’s side.

Cochrane, CO

She straightened up as the rank approached. As he spoke up and then summarily dismissed her, it didn’t happen so fast she forgot her ingrained training. “Yes, Sir. Thirty minutes.” She watched him return to the others and was already impressed. She knew plenty of COs who would have been in their cushy Bridge Chair asking for periodic updates, or simply an update if something drastic changed. The fact he was down here, and distracted enough to not mess with her right now, put him higher on her check list than she had anticipated this early in meeting.

Pretha
CRIT Leader/Security

Cochrane reviewed the scene and gritted his teeth. Tapping his badge, he said =^= Cochrane to Transporter room. We need Lieutenant Wynter here now. Transport her and the Gravian doctor aboard directly to Sickbay. Compensate for… whatever… the issue may be as best you can, but get them here now. =^=

Cochrane, CO

Rollo continued her position near the Minister. She was not medical personnel so she kept herself out of their way, but near enough to the goings on to lend a hand if needed. Cochrane seemed to be doing a fine job of coordinating and reassuring without her, so Zef held her tongue.

—Rollo, CNS (just trying to get back into this thread)

OOC: I actually thought you had all left except for Kaia and me, but I must have been skimming too quick to catch up lol.

-Dave

It didn’t take long before the shapes of Wynter and Hone formed nearby in Sickbay. Apart from a small burst of energy in the transporter pattern it looked to be normal, and Wynter would not feel any ill effects from it. Hone looked about him, his crumpled pork pie like hat shifting like a crow had sat on his head. “Remarkable.” Then, “We haven’t much time. Where is Aeric Tov?”

Maree, who had been nervous to this point, but quiet, looked at Hone. “Hone! You must help him!” Then she collapsed to her knees, shaking.
Wookiee

Rollo, who had been standing near, caught the Minister on the way down, providing her with a soft landing instead of one that would jar her teeth. “Everything is in order now, Minister. I’m sure you can relax a little while Mr Hone takes over.”

—Rollo, CNS

At that auspicious moment, the sickbay doors parted and a tall Vulcan the word ‘lean’ could have been devised to describe slid forth, protruding chin first. A hint of grey in her dark hair and the gentle creases on her brow betrayed her years. She had lagged behind Lieutenant Oberon, picking the brains of the shuttle pilot that delivered them on technical details of the ship. Surprised to find Oberon still hovering near the entrance, she gave her a polite nod before looking past her. Scanning the room, she laid eyes on a plethora of unfamiliar faces and one that was very familiar indeed. The captain’s image was well known to her from her prior, probably overly thorough research. Observing the apparent active medical situation, she elected to announce herself without delay. She attempted to straighten up even further, only to find it physically impossible, then broadcast flatly: “Lieutenant Che’lak reporting for duty. How may I be of assistance?”

Lt. J.G. Che’lak - Medical


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