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Posted Sept. 19, 2021, 8:12 p.m. by Civilian Evrilla (Chief Medical Officer w/ specialty in Pathology) (Leonora V)

Posted by Commander Garinder’Jen th’Jir (Executive Officer) in Sickbay

Posted by Civilian Evrilla (Chief Medical Officer w/ specialty in Pathology) in Sickbay

Posted by Commander Garinder’Jen th’Jir (Executive Officer) in Sickbay
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Jen came into sickbay. He didn’t need to but wanted to see what was happening there, if anything, and make an inquiry.

Pausing in the doorway he saw Evrilla. He had not met her and, admittedly, had been behind in his checks with newer crew, especially the officers. His military past tended to have closer contact with his next in rank soldiers. This Starfleet model appeared less connected. Or perhaps he was not in that swing of things. What he had first noted was that Evrilla was Aenar, but yet, not appearing typical of her kind. It had been a while since he had seen anyone of his ‘kin’ per se.

Pressing his legs back into motion he approached her. “Doctor. Apologies for my tardiness in not greeting you earlier.”
- Jen, XO

Evrilla turned quickly, caught off guard by Jen’s sudden appearance. “Commander!” She paused as she registered what he had said. “There’s no issue, really, this is a hectic time. You can’t be everywhere at once, and a single doctor is hardly the most pressing item on the list.” Truth be told, she wouldn’t have been surprised if he ignored her presence altogether. “What can I help you with?” Having regained her equilibrium, Evrilla took the time to look Jen over. She didn’t see any obvious injuries, and she was surprised to note he was slightly shorter than herself.
-CMO Evrilla

His antennae caught her vibes so to speak and didn’t miss the obvious physical examination to triage him into the patient or other category. “I was curious,” he began, moving about slowly and running a hand along a bio bed. “The .. pirates are aboard doing repairs and replacements of equipment. I was curious .. whether there had been any work related injuries from them. Or for our people for that matter.”
- Jen, XO

Evrilla flushed slightly, realizing he had noticed her scrutiny. “Ah, I don’t remember any unusual reports. Small burns and cuts on our side, no reports from the pirates.” She pulled out her PADD to check, skimming through quickly. “No, everything is par for the course so far.” She paused, debating digging further. “You have… concerns?”
-CMO Evrilla

Jen had had very little exposure to the Aenar. He had a fascination aversion to them with their telepathic powers, and wondered how she would physically examine someone she could not see. That may be for another time, however. However, some were not which made it more confusing. Perhaps she was one of those few -and seemed to be.

“We’re stuck in a whole different quadrant with no backup and essentially letting pirates fix our ship while we’re docked at their reputedly ‘secret’ base,” he replied dryly but with a tone suggesting that he found the challenge appealing. “As for injuries, I would expect some. If I was a pirate with any element of curiosity I’d work in a way to get to see sickbay too.”

“Fair enough. They may be avoiding seeming weak by being injured,” Evrilla offered. “I’ll let you know if anyone suspicious comes through.”

“Thank you,” Jen said simply. He had not considered that as an option. It didn’t sit well with him that it would be so, but that did not make it impossible. Cultures were many and varied.

“How do you handle the hot temperatures that are .. comfortable for most others here?” he asked. Evrilla could tell it was an honest question.
- Jen, XO

Evrilla simply gestured down at her outfit. “I made my daughter’s clothes entirely out of cooling fabric. My own have cooling panels in between layers. I don’t wear the uniform, but I did my best to match the color and style.” It payed to know how to sew. There was no point in confusing everyone about where she belonged.

“It fits,” Jen said. “Cooling panels. Very clever.” He had had suits before but they had been uncomfortable and negated the benefit. Soldier uniforms did not easily allow for such creature comforts. He tended to have his quarters cool, but not too cool. There was something about training and not getting too inflexible physically. A daughter. To Jen she didn’t look old, though he was a poor judge of age, and the Aenar were ever enigmatic to him. “You are mated then,” he said simply, logging that, which was a distinct assumption on his part.

Evrilla dipped her head, acknowledging the reasonable assumption. “Once.” Tatyl had never met her other parents, but Evrilla had been with the three Andorians for nearly two years.

“May their ice never shift,” Jen replied with a dip of his head. It was more a clan saying rather than universal, but the sentiment was still there.

Evrilla smiled wryly. “It doesn’t bring it down to a comparable temperature, but this is hardly the most uncomfortable I’ve been for the sake of survival.”
-CMO Evrilla

That perked an intriguing thought to Jen as to what she may have been through. So few Aenar were off world, at least to his understanding.
- Jen, XO

She pondered his reaction to the panels for a moment, extending a tentative offer. “A skilled seamstress could place paneling into a Starfleet uniform, without altering it overmuch.” The wordless implication, that she could and would do it for him, was left to hang between them.
-CMO Evrilla

“If it is not too much bother I would like to try this out, in time.” By his words he implied no rush and certainly nothing close to an order. He did struggle with it internally. The soldier in him thought it cheating in some way, however at some instances it would make things much more comfortable.
- Jen, XO

Evrilla caught the basic drift of the thought and smiled slightly. This she was familiar with. “I find it makes me much more efficient.” She commented, falsely offhanded. “I’d be happy to make the alterations.” And perhaps… She paused for a moment, aware that her conflict was likely showing on her face as she debated asking for a favor in return.
-CMO Evrilla

“Not having to think about general discomfort is a reward.” Jen did not have the same mindset as many ‘Fleet’ people of efficiency. Marines had their own level of efficiency based around routine and training and weren’t in this constant race for greater efficiency. “I’m sure that your work quite admirable, doctor,” he said. There was more to life than efficiency. When she didn’t continue, Jen inquired, “Perhaps …”
- Jen, XO

Evrilla shook her head apologetically. “My daughter… is more Andorian than Aenar. She would like to learn the Ushaan-tor.” And of course, she had no Andorian parent to teach her. “I would have no idea where to begin. Would you… consider teaching Tatyl?”
-Evrilla, CMO
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OOC: Thank you for the bump. Totally missed this.
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That caught Jen’s attention and by his antennae angling in toward Evrilla it showed. This was a surprise to him that this had not arisen with the others. For Jen, the likelihood of him utilizing it in a Ushaan duel was remote, certainly in his current state - and even prior with his military postings and positions. He kept up the practice when he did his personal training - as a warm up exercise more than any serious work. Still there were certain traditional drills that one used and Jen found them to be a very good warm up exercise.

Three were considerations here. There was so little interaction with the Aenar; they were as different in nature to an Andorian as one was in thinking between male and female. Few wanted to be the other. He would ponder this later. It brought out a previous sense of .. failure in his eye around his own son, now nearly an adult and very much his own person, and very much rejecting his heritage. Jen put it down to youthful rebellion though it had extended beyond this. “I would be honored,” he said, “provided any of your Union would not object and want to undertake this.” Ever with Andorian relationships there were Codes to follow. Some considered the Ferengi Rules of Acquisition to be confusing; to an Andorian used to a myriad of personal and interrelational Codes they were considered child’s play.
- Jen, XO

“I’m afraid there is no one to object.” Indeed, some of them had died during the Ushaan itself. “And their families have already objected most emphatically.” She pulled up one of her sleeves slightly, revealing a deep score along her forearm. Evrilla met his eyes, sure he would instantly know which weapon had left the mark.

Jen’s eyes glanced down. He understood what emphatic objection meant in a rigid Andorian society. Did that mean she was alone now? One cast to the glacier in Andorian culture was often preyed upon. So clan oriented it was that old habits died slowly. The mark was a reminder, and, while ugly, had a clean elegant look to it. Still, she had survived.

“Thank you.” Her voice was a near whisper. “Thank you. I will ensure that any who challenge her know who trained her.” An Aenar with an Andorian daughter. A woman who had sworn do no harm not once, but twice, and who was seeking a trainer in martial arts. Iban would be proud.
-Evrilla, CMO

“Initially I need no special place for this. It is to make acquaintance with one another and the ushaan-tor. My quarters or yours would suffice. Afterward I would think the gym or holodeck to continue.” Others would suggest the arboretum for the space, though it tended to be more humid and warm for his tastes. He was speaking business like, and needed not to; Jen was too much a soldier. He forced himself to relax and bring his eyes back up to hers and gave her a sincere, if serious, reply. “We have time. I will train her as well as I am able. Tatyl will show herself honorably.” He paused. “You will prepare her for this and to make introductions? I would consider twice weekly, with self practice times in between.”
- Jen, XO

Evrilla nodded vigorously. “She’ll be ready.” She paused, and smiled. “If you come to my quarters I can add the thermoregulatory fabric while you two talk.” She had already thanked him, and she wouldn’t continue to do so, but an exchange would suit her well.
-Evrilla, CMO

Jen gave her an encouraging, if not full, smile. He had been around this ‘block’ before with his children, though, from them he knew that every child was different. Unique. He couldn’t help but render the image in his mind she presented as being particularly domestic. Normal. Well, for an Andorian. “I’ll can come by tomorrow evening. Tonight I am to do a duty shadow in engineering with a repair team.” He paused. “I will bring a change of clothes for you to outfit. Thank you. For now I will let you get back to work. My job seems to have more meetings than anything. It’s .. different.”
- Jen

Evrilla smiled warmly. “Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow, Commander.”
-Evrilla, CMO


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