Posted July 22, 2019, 1:19 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Eshrallias sh’Vheris (Chief Science Officer) (Trin S)
With command and psychology out of the way, Eshrallias was left to approach the final rung of the ladder that marked completion of her check ins. Admittedly, she had avoided her physical until the end for sake of explaining, again, what had occurred to leave her in the physical state she presented with. By now, she figured her medical records had been fully updated, giving the doctor a detailed analysis that would save Eshrallias time she did not fancy wasting on the past. She prayed, for the sake of her sanity, that was the case.
Stepping into the sickbay, her phlegmatic expression matching the rigidity in her stance, Vheris searched for any available doctor. She knew many of them had better tasks to complete than a boarding physical, but Eshrallias trusted at least one of them needed the excuse to get away from something mundane such as supply and inventory or something of the sort.
While she waited, Vheris kept to the front half of the sickbay as not to impose on those working around her. She knew well the irritation of someone getting in her way.
Lt. Cmdr. Eshrallias, CSO
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