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Sickbay 1: Rovans Medical Check-In

Posted Feb. 9, 2019, 9:22 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Rovan Moor (Engineer/Pilot) (David Shotton)

Posted by Lieutenant Julien Smith (Doctor) in Sickbay 1: Rovans Medical Check-In

The Ktarian stepped through the doors to the Sickbay quietly. Hands thrust into deep pockets in a large and high collared dark overcoat, a mop of loosely tousled black hair covering his ears and light but tidy stubble over his jaw.

These deep features only served to bring direct attention to the pair of alien yellow eyes, slit horizontally almost like a cats that looked out from the face that could have been considered handsome if one didn’t mind the slight ridge of bone settled above his eyebrows, nor the fine ridge that ran from the center of his nose, vertically over the bone ridge and settled into his hair line. Quarter Human himself, Rovan had a skin tone closer to that of a Human European rather than the stronger grey of full Ktarians, and his facial bone structure was softer than many. Of course once his shirt came off, there was no mistaking the thick and tough skin on his chest and back, similar in strength to light scales.

Of course, standing as he was looking around the sickbay, little of that was evident from the dark haired, yellow eyed man who was out of uniform and smiling slightly at one or two of the nurses who glanced his way. He noticed one of the bio-beds was free and made his way over to it without waiting to be told, leaned against it and simply waited, watching for one of the staff to become free. He was no stranger to medical check-ins nor visits to treat wounds.

His was a dangerous profession in a dangerous world.

Lt (j.g) Rovan Moor
Engineer/Pilot

OOC: All right, was waiting for another doctor, cause this will hijack your medical exam, but this will be fun. Read my email before you answer :-)

IC: Read and replied ;) feel free to hijack the check-in, these run of the mill things should always be hijacked :D

Julien was studying a PADD on his way to the next medical exam. My this was a big ship with a lot of crew, but he minded a lot less than he had initially thought that he was back on the ground as a doctor. He blew his stray black lock out of his forehead and looked up… looking straight into Rovan’s eyes.

Rovan’s smile stayed on his face, but it was obvious it was only because of surprise that it did so. He blinked once, slowly, as if making sure that he was really seeing who, or what, he thought he was seeing.

His left eye went wide in recognition, while his right artificial eye swiveled left and right to check the room if anybody was seeing or hearing them. Luckily, nobody was close enough or paying attention. So before Rovan could say a word, he stepped up to him and grabbed his arm with his right hand and whispered intently to Rovan.

“Shut up and follow me quietly Lieutenant Moor, that is an order, I can explain.” he whispered, while steering Rovan to one of the private examination suites. Of course the Ktarian had to pick this ship at this time. While part of Julien was happy to see him again, he knew that this would get complicated.

  • Julien Smith, doctor

Rovan obliged and went with the Doctor without a struggle, the fact it was an order ignored but he was far too curious as to what was going on to think about resisting. The tone that Julien had spoken also keyed him in that something wasn’t normal, the last few months alone that Rovan had been on mission meant that it was a tone that he recognized instantly, enough to make the skin on his neck tingle. If he had body hair on his neck, that would have been standing on end as well.

Once into the examination suite and with the door sliding shut, Rovan turned to face the doctor, his smile gone and replaced with a serious but curious expression. He took a moment to look him up and down, then stepped back slightly and an ever so slight grin appeared at the corner of his mouth, although that didn’t reach his yellow, catlike eyes. “An explanation I think is going to come in handy, Sir.” Rovan said, an ever so slight emphasis on the Sir. He spoke quietly though, despite the room being largely soundproofed against normal conversation, and his eyes narrowed just ever so perceptibly as he continued. “Especially if it has something to do with my assignment to this particular ship at this particular time? No, I would of been told if that was the case. What are you doing here, Doctor?”

Lt (j.g) Rovan Moor
Engineer/Pilot

Julien had pulled out a tricorder and quickly scanned the room, nodded, then put it away. His mismatched green eyes met Rovan’s again and he smiled.

“First of all, it’s good to see you again Rovan. And no, believe it or not, us meeting here is pure coincidence. I assume it has to do with the recent change in XOs that this could have happened. In fact, if somebody had made the connection at Starfleet Intelligence, they might have assigned you somewhere else. I’m here on a covert mission Rovan, nobody can know my real name, I’m Lt. jg. Dr. Julien Smith. Only the Captain and the CIO know the full story and Dr. S’Rall and the CE know who I really am, because if I get hurt both of them might have to patch me up.” he said.

In a way Julien was oddly happy that this had happened. He knew he could trust Rovan and having another person here from the Genny, his old family was … well it was like having one family member close by in a sea of strangers.

  • Julien Smith, doctor

“Nobody can know you’re..” Rovan said, then paused and shook his head. But, he was smiling. “The CIO has already taken the time to come and see me, he said nothing about you but I doubt he was unaware of our connection, he was asking about needing people he could count on. It is good to see you though, Julien.” His smile remained, and widened somewhat as he grasped the man on the shoulder briefly, firmly, in greeting.

Julien returned the gesture, grinning.

Rovan had been away for so many months, isolated from people he could trust, that having Julien on this ship was about as large a relief as he could of imagined. He hadn’t trusted anyone for months, his life depended on it and since coming back to Starfleet, Rovan found himself struggling to rid himself of his self made reliance on himself and suspicion of everyone. This man, however, and whatever he now called himself, was part of Rovans life before that. It seemed to anchor him more in this new, his return, to Rovan Moor.

“So you’re here on a covert assignment? That sounds dangerous if it’s on a Federation ship.” Rovan moved to the closed door of the room and looked out the window at the people beyond, making sure nobody was coming their way before turning back to Julien. “I haven’t been long back from my own. I was transferred from the Genny not for standard pilot duties like the orders said, I was offered later a mission under cover. You’ll understand more when you look at this.”

Julien nodded and a few things fell into place for him. He had actually enquired why they had moved Rovan away from his command back then and never gotten a satisfying answer. This explained a lot. He should have asked Tom Jarvis or Marishka.

Rovan held up a small data disk, on it, was a comprehensive medical file detailing treatment that Rovan still needed undertaken. “The excuse was, surgery from injuries sustained in a crash. You should know it wasn’t that at all, because you will have questions. If you need me, Julien you have only to ask. They brought me back from the mission, put me through medical and shoved me out the door like I had some kind of plague they didn’t want to be near. Why? They never told me. Your real name is safe with me. I barely remember my own anyway.” The smirk showed that he was jesting, but not completely.

Lt j.g. Rovan Moor
Engineer/Pilot

“Thank you Rovan, and vice versa.” he said, then he took the disk and inserted it in his handheld, looking at the infomration. “This ship has way over 1000 crewmembers but you’re right, I’m starting to think this is maybe less of a coincidence than I thought. What is the security clearance level of your mission?” he asked.

  • Julien

“High enough that I wasn’t permitted any time to myself before they gave me back my identity and transferred me to the Athena.” He told Julien. Julien had already indicated he was here under a false identity, so coupled with what the disk was about to tell Julien about his medical requirements, Rovan had no trouble revealing that he had been under a false identity for a time. It would likely make things clearer and mean less questions would be asked.

“I’m not sure exactly if the ships CIO has been briefed, or if his own clearance is high enough. But, if my assignment here does have anything in the slightest to do with you being here as well, I have no doubt he would know about it. It might also explain the interesting but brief conversation I had with him in Engineering.”

On the data disk Rovans medical files came up. Up to about a year before hand everything looked fairly normal and routine as expected of a Starfleet Officer, a few notes about illness, work injuries and such but nothing major. His transfer to the Veracruz was routine and there was nothing unusual about his medical tests, they were all very similar to his last medical on the Genesis, in fact. Then the file got interesting around two months prior. It read of Rovan being involved in an incident with a number of raiders while flying his fighter. While responding to a freighters distress call Rovan engaged in combat with other light craft at the raiders disposal and, as a result of battle damage Rovan crash landed on a habitable planetoid and sustained serious facial injuries and burns from radiation that affected his DNA, arms and hands, and vocal chords.

According to the file, he was hospitalized on the Veracruz and underwent reconstructive facial surgery as well as legal genetic treatment to repair the DNA damage. Standard radiation treatments were used to restore his skin on his arms and hands, and his vocal chords underwent regeneration. On the surface it was what was expected from a crash of that nature perhaps, although notably he was treated for no radiation to any other part of his body, nor bruising for the crash.

Ongoing treatment requirements was where it became slightly murky. Rovan required continual monitoring of the DNA treatment to ensure no lasting damage was done, and the healing of the bone structure on his face seemed to be at a stage of only weeks, not months. That bone structure also held very specific injury notes, as if the bones had been broken in such a way as to allow them to be rebuilt in a specific way and the ‘damage’ the crash had done had been extensive. Rovan would have had to be dealing with an almost entirely broken face while waiting for rescue. Ongoing treatment included extra sessions to reinforce that bone healing, something that a two month old injury shouldn’t have needed.

Lt j.g. Rovan Moor
Engineer/Pilot


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