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Post-Sim: A Request for an Audience in the CMO's Office

Posted July 13, 2020, 10:59 a.m. by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) (Ben Z)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Che’lak (Medical Officer / Non-Native Physiology Specialist) in Post-Sim: A Request for an Audience in the CMO’s Office

Posted by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) in Post-Sim: A Request for an Audience in the CMO’s Office

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Che’lak (Medical Officer / Non-Native Physiology Specialist) in Post-Sim: A Request for an Audience in the CMO’s Office
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OOC: Okay, so I thought about how an encounter with the three medics could begin and I realised that this is an interaction that probably needs to happen sooner rather than later for Che’lak, so we can see where this goes and it might evolve into something else. For Shon to be present, maybe Jasmine summoned him to help address Che’lak’s concerns… or maybe he just shows up for another reason. Or whatever! :D

IC: A couple of nurses buzzed around the Manhattan’s sickbay, attending to minor injuries and check-ups for perfectly healthy officers. There must be some method whereby the ship’s internal scanners could perform these tiresome measurements on the crew as a whole as they rest in their quarters, Lieutenant Che’lak considered as she stood inertly against a nearby partition. The doctor had requested an audience with the CMO, specifying that she had certain concerns regarding her duties as she settled into life on the ship. Seventeen hundred hours was the time she had been given in response and, ever prompt, the physiologist had arrived fifteen minutes early. She had stationed herself outside the waiting room which connected sickbay to the staff offices, supposing she might as well make herself accessible in the meantime should a nurse require her more… sophisticated expertise.

As the hour approached, Che’lak gradually stepped into the waiting room and spent the final minutes of waiting better familiarising herself with the geography of the sickbay. A watchful eye monitored a nearby display until the time hit seventeen hundred hours exactly, at which point she lifted a hand to the door chime for Wynter’s office. Waiting a few seconds, she closed the final inch and sounded the alert.

Lt. J.G. Che’lak - Medical

Bump :)

From behind Che’lak there was a light knock on the door frame leading into the waiting area. A bald, blue-skinned young man in medical teal and with a purple gait belt around his waist leaned against it and smiled in greeting.

“You might want to press that again,” Shon said with a pointed glance at the chime. “Sometimes Dr. Wynter gets a little too engrossed in whatever drama she’s binge-watching at the moment.” He snickered lightly, perhaps making it hard to tell if the bolian was joking or not. “I’m Shon, by the way. Or Ensign Baht, I suppose. You’re the new doctor, right?”

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

The Vulcan turned to inspect the ensign dispassionately. “Noted well”, she responded simply before turning back to press the chime more firmly. Millimeters from the control her thumb froze as she reconsidered her response. The doctor turned back, this time with her full body, to face the young man and lightly rested a hand on her chest. “Doctor Che’lak, non-native physiology specialist. It is most agreeable to meet you.” She inspected the fellow up and down. He clearly had some character about him. “Tell me”, she hushed her voice and stepped closer to the ensign, “what is your assessment of the Chief Medical Officer?”

Lt. J.G. Che’lak - Medical

If Shon was capable of having eyebrows, he would have raised one. But his grin widened at the thought of a vulcan, or all people, soliciting gossip. “Nice to meet you too. Fancy title you got there, seems like we might be on opposite ends of the medical spectrum. I’m more of a rehabilitation and holistic care kinda guy myself. But Dr. Wynter, she’ll be more up your alley. She’s got an encyclopedic knowledge of medical diagnoses and anatomical abnormalities, although to be honest she can seem a little aloof at times when she’s not in hardcore doctor mode. Nice lady though, friendly as all get-out. Just be prepared for a little bit of eccentric energy, if you know what I mean.” There was a twinkle in Ensign Baht’s eyes, as if he was anticipating what a meeting between Che’lak and Jasmine might look like.

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

The eyebrows on Che’lak’s flat face shot up but momentum was conserved as her eyes fell to the floor. “That is most agreeable to hear. Her expertise that is, although of course I had no doubt and was aware that she was highly qualified. Eccentricity, even, despite its unnecessary and tedious nature lends itself to strong leadership. So my observations have indicated over the years, at least.”

The woman’s thumb rose to the door chime once more, sitting comfortably below her high shoulders. She gave the ensign a final inspection. “Can I anticipate the honour of working with your in the future ensign?”

“In fact, I was intending on discussing the process of my integration into this department with Doctor Wynter.” The Vulcan’s features remained motionless yet her words somehow communicated a smile. “It would seem that you are as much of an ally and peer as I have yet found here. If you so wish, I would be most gratified if you would accompany me. Your description has reinforced my perception that I may be at somewhat of a loss as to how best to speak with the good doctor.” After a brief pause, her eyes rose and she concluded. “I could do far worse than having a friend by my side.” Che’lak wasn’t awfully one for friends. Nonetheless, the Bolian seemed perfectly agreeable and she was keen to integrate herself efficiently.

Lt. J.G. Che’lak - Medical

Shon blinked in mild surprise at the request. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been called a friend by a vulcan, much less after just meeting. But a huge smile broke out across his face, his white teeth contrasting brightly against his dark blue skin. “I’d be honored,” he said with a hint of pride. “You chose the right guy for the job,” he joked, “I mean I am basically assistant chief medical officer, de facto.” He winked. “We’ll have no problem getting you situated. And don’t worry about Dr. Wynter. She gets along with everyone, I don’t think you’ll be the exception.” Shon moved to stand beside her and held a hand out toward the chime, giving Che’lak an expectant look. “When you’re ready.”

(Ensign Baht, Medical)


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