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Graven XII - Medical

Posted July 7, 2020, 2:55 p.m. by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) (Ben Z)

Posted by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (Senior Gamemaster) in Graven XII - Medical

Posted by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) in Graven XII - Medical

Posted by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (Senior Gamemaster) in Graven XII - Medical
Posted by… suppressed (3) by the Post Ghost! 👻

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“What? Oh,” he said. “You’ll need to ask my assistant. Intern Drrue. He will be able to access that information for you.”
- Wookiee

OOC: I looked back and .. did I miss entering a Hommer? I thought it was a misspelled Hone. That’s how I was taking it. .. Gene

=^= Standby Doc. This might be a bit bumpy. =^=

WO Darach - COO

Shon nodded. “It’s best that I speak with Intern Drrue immediately then.” Shon could only hope that the security department had better leads than he did at this point.

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

OOC: You introduced Hommer as another doctor that would stay on the surface to interact with Olde, before he left. If you crtl+f for Hommer you’ll see the post where you introduce him.
OOC: Hoy, my bad. Where was I in names?! Lets go with Drrue .. it’s different from the others as it should be.
IC:

The transporter signal locked on to Hone. It looked normal for the most part but flared brightly but only for a moment then settled back to what was a normal transporter signal that slowly faded as Hone was carried away. In the silence that followed the rain could be heard to patter about them as it picked up. Lightning in the distance showed up as a small ball rather than anything like forks, the thunder low in the distance.

The flare from the transporter beam gave Ensign Baht pause. He was pretty sure that wasn’t normal, and for a second his mind flashed to the stories of transporter accidents from times past. But he shook his head, knowing that the chief operations officer would handle any irregularities with the transport. Shon had other concerns, at the moment. Still, he spent a couple precious seconds listening to the rain, closing his eyes and breathing deeply to center himself. Storms always reminded him of Bolaris IX. The rumble of the thunder only served to comfort him more.

After a small search, an orderly was able to guide Baht to an office that felt like was in the bowels of the building. The door frame was wooden and scarred, as was the door that sported a round semi-opaque glass window. It’s violet color had writing on it: Records Office. The door was partially open. “This is it,” the orderly said before quickly departing, his soft soled shoes making a light clop clop on the stone flooring.
- Wookiee

Shon inspected the door as his mind wandered to the fact that this was his first away mission, and he was now alone on an alien world with sensitive cultural restrictions in a hospital that was currently housing the bodies of people that died of some unknown cause, potentially murder. He rested a hand over his comm badge for comfort, but ended up feeling the increased beating of his heart. Snapping himself out of his distracting thoughts once again, Ensign Baht knocked lightly on the door a couple of times before slowly pushing it open, peeking inside as he did before entering fully.

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

There was a response to the light knock. It was less of a scream but certainly more than a start. That was followed by the sound of many things falling like a slow avalanche. Baht’s peek would see a round faced, bespectacled Gravenian wearing a lavender lab coat and sporting a billy goat like beard lunging for a huge pile of files shearing off from the desk that was, in itself, piled with said files. Everywhere Baht looked he could see files, file folders, books and more on almost every surface. As he clutched a small stack about to tumble he squeaked out, “Hello?”
- Drrue Mikkal

Shon flinched reflexively at the commotion his intrusion caused. “Hello,” he started apologetically, “I’m sorry to startle you, I’m Ensign Baht from the Federation Starship U.S.S. Manhattan, I’m here to help investigate the deaths of the Blanks. Are you Mister Drrue? I was told you could help me with locating the autopsies.” Shon slowly opened the door further, mentally crossing his fingers that seeing an alien wouldn’t make the Gravenian jump again.

(Ensign Baht, Medical)


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