Posted May 12, 2022, 10:32 p.m. by Lieutenant Drake Marshall (Surgical Chief/ Emergency Medicine) (Sage Pennington)
Posted by Ensign Caelian Weir (Engineer) in Side Sim [Primary Medical Suite]: Medical Check-In
Posted by Lieutenant Drake Marshall (Surgical Chief/ Emergency Medicine) in Side Sim [Primary Medical Suite]: Medical Check-In
Posted by Ensign Caelian Weir (Engineer) in Side Sim [Primary Medical Suite]: Medical Check-In
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—SNIP—
A small shimmering light indicated that a holocrew member had just initiated. The interesting thing was that this member decked out in a white medical uniform variant and lab coat seemed to be human and around 16 years old. The words above his pocket read Doogie - Medical Hologram
“Ahem, please state the nature of your medical needs.” He said clearing his throat and looking around. Noticing the engineer he raised his eyebrows.
“Hello, welcome to the medical suite. Can I assist you?”
Doogie
MHA wry smile climbed onto his face as he considered the hologram. Perhaps a bit more clinically than he truly meant to, Caelian found himself looking the image over with an engineer’s scrutiny. For a moment, the world froze as his technical mind evaluated the resolution, tried to locate the emitters, considered the photonic density. A part of him chided the other for being so distant with something bordering on sentience, but the other half laughed and let him wander. After a moment, the ensign shook himself and smiled broadly.
“Not the standard-issue EMH, are you?” he chuckled. “Not sure if this is some kind of inside joke, or they adjusted your firmware to possess a less-threatening persona. This is going to be a very interesting assignment.”
Setting his toolkit and duffel down, Caelian made an apologetic gesture. “I-I’m Ensign Weir, just transferred in. Did I… come at a bad time?”
—Caelian Weir, Engineer—Drake watched from a distance for a moment as the irritatingly young EMH attempted to offer assistance to the newbie. “Nothing about this ship is standard.” He said from where he stood, near the nurse’s station. He walked over to the pair of them and said, first to the EMH “You’re relieved Doogie. We’ll call if we need you.” Then to Caelian “Don’t mind him, he works just like any other EMH. Don’t know why he looks like a kid, and at this point I prefer not to ask. So, Ensign Weir, Engineer, is it?” Most of the time, the doctor was consulting a PaDD, as though too engrossed to fully engage with Caelian.
-Dr Drake Marshall
He watched the hologram evaporate, noting that it somehow managed to look smug as it did so. Caelian shrugged, assuming it was just a trick of the light or his imagination. He did not seem put off by the doctor’s apparent disregard for his presence; as an engineer with a lot on his mind, Caelian was often possessing of the same habit. As long as he gets the diagnoses right, he mused to himself.
“Yes, sir,” he replied with an affable grin. “Just arrived from Starbase 187. Thought I might get the green light from you before I settled in. Is there any particular place I need to stand?”
—Caelian Weir, Engineer—
Drake hadn’t really considered that they were still standing in the receiving area. “Yeah. Right. Have a seat on biobed…” he looked around. “Sixteen. Right over there.” As they walked in that direction, Drake rummaged through his lab coat pocket and retrieved a medical tricorder.
As the arrived he finally looked up from his PaDD. “So. Ensign Caelian Weir. I just read your medical history. Aside from your vision troubles when you were younger, seems like you’re a relatively healthy person. Anything you’d like to add to that record, particularly from encounters on the Ark Angel, Viking, or at 187?” He gestured to the biobed. “Have a seat.”
-Dr Drake Marshall
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