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Holodeck 1 - Marshall/Sutalo Dinner

Posted May 19, 2019, 2:14 p.m. by Lieutenant Drake Marshall (Surgery and Emergency Medicine) (Sage Pennington)

Posted by Lieutenant Kusinut “Ember” Sutalo (Diplomatic Relations Officer) in Holodeck 1 - Marshall/Sutalo Dinner

Posted by Lieutenant Drake Marshall (Surgery and Emergency Medicine) in Holodeck 1 - Marshall/Sutalo Dinner

Posted by Lieutenant Kusinut “Ember” Sutalo (Diplomatic Relations Officer) in Holodeck 1 - Marshall/Sutalo Dinner
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Ember took pride in his cringe; it confirmed her tongue was not meant for French. “Sort of like an French dip with au jo, but fry-style?” She liked the sound of that, placing in an order, steak medium-rare (‘I’m not an animal!’ She would defend, when asked).

Once ordered, Sutalo glanced across the table. “Why did you choose a French bistro?” She asked, curiously. “Does France have sentimental value?”

Lt. Sutalo
DRO

“I’d never really thought about it before. It just seemed like a nice atmosphere. But the last vacation I took, when I found out I got into med school, I went to Paris. But that was almost 11 years ago.” He let his eyes speak for him as he drifted briefly back into memory. “So, do you have any significant locations? Favourite place back home?” He thought he was starting to understand Ember. Just a little.

-Drake Marshall

“Have you ever gone back?” Kusinut followed the tale his eyes portrayed, their detailed speaking volumes his voice couldn’t reach. “I’ve never been much of a city person, really–they’re too crowded, too much going on for my liking. Don’t get me wrong, I love adventure, wouldn’t have joined Security if I didn’t.” She shook her head, enjoying a sip of water. “There’s this place in California, deep in the foothills outside ‘Francisco. Very quiet, serene. The city–humanity doesn’t touch it, no cars, no buildings–it’s so secluded that it doesn’t have a name, as far as I know. Anyways, I used to go there to get away from people’s BS, especially during exams. I guess there just come a time when you have to escape the world for a minute, you know?” She smiled a tad, “People can be draining.”

Lt. Sutalo
DRO

“I’ve been a senior surgeon for a while, and working Emergency Response, I use my R&R time to sleep. I don’t get a whole lot of leisure travel done. That was my last proper vacation.” He took in everything she said about California. “I understand that, the urge to get away from people, that’s why I just lock myself up for a week every year. Get some good rest.”

-Drake Marshall

“That makes sense. Medicine is a lot harder a practice than the average Joe believes it to be. Hell! Anything in Starfleet’s is harder than most give us credit for.” She rolled her eyes. Vacation was a word of voodoo on ships like Ogawa. “I can’t say I blame you. A good week of seclusion is always good for the body..and the patience.”

“Okay, cliché question, but: What got you into medicine in the first place?”

Lt. Sutalo
DRO

“Cliché answer. My grandfather was a surgeon. Worked at a civilian hospital, became Chief of Medicine. Funny thing is; I never knew him, but wanted to be just like him. Dad always supported that though. Even made me these.” Drake pulled a pair of glasses out of his pocket. “Magnification glasses. For surgery.” He placed them on the table. “What drove you to Starfleet?”

-Drake Marshall

“Cliché, but adorable.” Ember picked up the glasses by an arm, inspecting them. Fascinated by Terran history, she knew spectacles like these had once been a staple in the industry of medicine; Doctors, in those times, not yet graced by the advantages of modern technology. “Do you use them? Or are they just for show?”

Drake took his glasses and put them back in his suit pocket. “I actually use them. I have an… unorthodox method. Little to no computer assistance. Just me, my hands, and the tools of modern medicine.”

“Honestly?” Ember mused, setting his glasses back on the table. “I was bored. My grandmother wanted me to over the family business: Howláak, a traditional Siletz jewlery company. I tried to learn the art for years as a teen, but it didn’t stick.” She mused, “I was far too busy picking fights with guys who thought they were better than me to really care.”

“I guess I just came to the point when I realised living in a small town wasn’t going to get me anywhere. So, I chased after something bigger. It was stupid at the time, being a 17-year-old, recently graduate kid trying to compete to get into a school most kids dreamed of for years before attending. But somehow, by the grace of whatever omnipotence is out there, they let me in.”

Kusinut, DRO

“Some people are just built for Starfleet. I guess the Academy saw that in you. My grandfather used to say that his only regret was leaving his scalpel behind for a desk. That’s why I went to Starfleet Medical. But maybe, at least a little bit, it was fate. The universe works in mysterious ways.” He smiled gracefully, subconsciously passing his knife over his knuckles, an old habit. “Funny how similar our stories are. The civilian world is not for us, we belong out here.” He pointed at the starscape all around them.

-Drake Marshall


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