Posted March 29, 2019, 3:36 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Rovan Moor (Engineer/Pilot) (David Shotton)
Posted by Lieutenant Julien Smith (Doctor) in Sickbay 1: Rovans Medical Check-In
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Rovan Moor (Engineer/Pilot) in Sickbay 1: Rovans Medical Check-In
Posted by Lieutenant Julien Smith (Doctor) in Sickbay 1: Rovans Medical Check-In
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“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.”
Julien nodded. He was convinced Stark knew. He was not the kind of CIO who let anything murky go on under his nose.
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/PilotJulien studied the data intently. “Well well, it seems we have now even more in common than before, aside to the love of flying.” he said and looked at Rovan seriously. “This is no coincidence, I’m sure of it. The treatment will be easy for me, it is not unlike what I have received in order to make my flesh-and-blood part work with the android half. Only in my case it was actually a real fighter battle incident that ripped me apart.” he said and winked, letting it rest.
“Rovan, I have to ask you something. Have you ever heard of the name ‘The Conclave’?” he asked.
- Julien Smith, doctor
“Now that’s a name I didn’t expect to hear this soon,” Rovan said as he eyed Julien. “That name came across my console more than once during my time away, nothing that put a place to the name or anything solid, but the Ktarian Separatist Front was particularly well informed, equipped and focused on what it wanted to achieve.” Rovan now let the name of the people he had been with out in the open. It had been big news only a month earlier when the Ktarian civil war led by the KSF spectacularly imploded right at the most critical point of the entire conflict, right when the separatists seemed poised to take the weakened government forces in one large offensive leaving the way clear for them to assume power. Being an internal conflict, Starfleet had only been able to watch and wait for the outcome.
“What exactly is your interest in them?” He asked the man, looking back to the door and watching a nurse walk past one of the windows.
Lt J.G. Moor
Helm/Engineering
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