Posted Sept. 25, 2022, 4:30 a.m. by Lieutenant Rachel Grey (Chief Medical Officer) (Hjortur Ingi)
Posted by Lieutenant Rachel Grey (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim - Sickbay - The Sargent’s Checkup
Posted by Ensign Elemirre Serinde (Engineering Officer) in Main Sim - Sickbay - The Sargent’s Checkup
Posted by Lieutenant Rachel Grey (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim - Sickbay - The Sargent’s Checkup
Posted by… suppressed (1) by the Post Ghost! 👻
[snip]It was about half an hour later, when some of the medical staff were awoken for an unexpected patient. It seems a MACO service dog was being brought in for a check up and eval of health and such after someone on Earth had sent the dog here instead of to Mars, while Mars would end up with a crate or two full of two months of toilet paper.
GM CockRoach
Two engineers accompanied the dog. One had a couple of PaDD’s under an arm and a box that, on some inspection, was marked medical, more specifically, veterinary. This was carried by a tall, gangly looking youthful Ensign whose short cut hair made him look all the more boyish, though the blue-grey wide eyes didn’t help in that department. A larger box that was shifted about by a Petty Officer, a shorter, wide set man whose appearance could well be described as forgettable, apart from the long, slick looking wave of hair that looked like it was trying to escape his head. He bore a larger, makeshift box filled with tins of foodstuffs, harnesses and other canine accoutrements.
Rachel had been attepmting an upside down nap, attaching her legs to the ceiling, hands in pockets and white lab coat hanging down. She awoke when the door slid open and her eyes widened at the sight.
“Sorry to be a bother,” Rick, the Petty Officer, said. “Captain suggested bringing Sergeant Nessa down to get looked at. Has been asleep in a crate. Uh, she was loaded by mistake.”
Rachel quickly undid her leg restraints and fell down, just barely managing a spin and landing with a quiet thump, knees bent. then immediately moved towards the dog with a cocked head. “A wee dug” She said in a quiet voice.
The tall Ensign added, “She is very well trained. Perhaps you can use her here? She has had training as a therapy and morale dog.”
Rick shifted the box in his arms before setting the crate down on a bed. Kneeling down he gave Nessa a good pet. “She’s a good girl,” he added, “Apart from likely being hungry, Captain just wants to make sure she’s hale and whole.” Rick looked wistful at the dog. Barb’s folks had an aging, mostly black cocker spaniel named Elouise who was the most jealous but adorable thing. He missed Earth, and Barb.
Rick and Sasha
OOC: Here’s the link for the wee adorable Sergeant Nessa
Nessa came striding in, her stance was of a well trained, well mannered and cared for dog. Where Rick sat the box down Nessa came over to it on the floor and took a seat on her hindlegs as if this was now her spot to be on station at and on duty. The dog looked about as if waiting for someone to give it further orders or attention. It so far seemed to accept that the crew were now its trainers/care takers and that her duty was to them.
GM CockRoach
Rachel squatted next to the dog, head still cocked staring at it as if she’d never seen a canine before. She put a hand absentmindedly in her coat pocket and removed a hand scanner that she turned towards the dog and started a scan “Wee Nessa has a rank” She said in an equally absent manner “Sargent, MACO dog I presume?” She asked a little more lucid.
Dr. Grey - CMO
“Vampires. Werewolves. We should name the ship the Transylvania, not the Sojourner,” Sasha murmured as the doctor touched down to the deck. “I need to watch when I give blood.”
Rachel cocked her head at the ensign, she was quite certain that he had no history of mental illness but perhaps she should do a deep dive into family history.
Rick glanced at the taller Ensign and raised a dark brow. Evidently there was superstitious side to this Moscovian. What kind of bedtime stories did he grow up with anyway? He looked down at Nessa, and muttered himself, “Slouch a little,” he said, referring to the Sergeant, sitting at ‘attention’. “You’re making us look bad.”
Sasha, however, took it to meaning him and stooped forward. “Like this?” the Ensign said, puzzled.
“Not you,” Rick replied, his head making tipping gestures toward Nessa. “Her.” To the doctor, he answered, “We appear to have inherited our first MACO aboard.” Idly he looked at Nessa. The positive thing, he thought, was that yesterday he passed by the ship’s small Arboretum while he was chasing down a warp coil monitoring unit on D-Deck. Our good Nessa would likely appreciate the Arboretum to do her Sergeant-ey business there.
“Sir,” he said to Sasha. “Pass me that tablet. I think I saw that she was going to Mars to finish her training. Might be worth seeing where she was at for her training and what commands she knows so we can use them.” He waited for Sasha to pass it over, then, as he was looking, he said, “Would be just my luck that Nessa would know more commands than me.” He glanced back to Sasha. “Uh, don’t tell my girlfriend that. I don’t need the competition.”
Rick and Sasha
“Copy that” Rachel said stretching, an amused crooked grin on her face as she stared at the dog “And check to see what language the trainers use, My old farm had three separate trained dogs, one only took dutch commands, another only Tagalog. The third wasn’t trained but he only listened to you if you swore” Her grin widened considerably “Nobody is sure how that happened”
Suddenly Rachel half dropped to the floor in a deep squat “Well Sargeant, I’m Leftenant Grey, ye can call me Rachel” She said in full seriousness to the dog.
Dr. Grey - CMO
Missed a reply - Hjortur
© 1991-2024 STF. Terms of Service
Version 1.15.11
RSS Feed