Posted April 30, 2020, 8:18 a.m. by Ensign Crelle (Doctor) (Katlin Sweitzer)
Posted by Lieutenant Solomon Kane (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay, Ensign Crelle Reporting for Duty
Posted by Ensign Crelle (Doctor) in Sickbay, Ensign Crelle Reporting for Duty
Posted by Lieutenant Solomon Kane (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay, Ensign Crelle Reporting for Duty
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Crelle stepped into the sick bay expecting chaos as per the usual for a fully housed battle cruiser. Instead she was met with calm and quiet which almost unsettled her more than the chaos would have. Making her way to the CMO who assisted her in her preflight check up earlier, Crelle stood at attention and saluted her superior officer.“Ensign Crelle reporting for duty.”
Crelle, Ensign
OOC: Sorry, a bit confused. Did we do an earlier exam? I cant seem to find it and my brain has been mush for maybe a week.
James
OOC: You’re fine! We haven’t yet, but the way the exam is written I tried to make it ambiguous so no matter which one you came across first it wouldn’t hurt the continuity too much. And no worries about brain much I know that feel all too well. :D
- Kat
Kane looked at her like she had grown a third eyeball in the center of her head. “What the hell are you doing? Stop that. You look ridiculous.” This from the man who was anything but normal looking for an officer, let alone a Medical officer.
Crelle’s form relaxed. The Captain HAD warned her about the Chief Medical Officer, and it appeared that his assessment of the officer was on the mark.
Unkempt brown hair cascaded over his face, covering most of it most of the time, save for the left side of his head which was shaved almost to the skin. The eyes that peered out from behind the wisps of hair were blue and predatory, not kind and gentle in any form or fashion. The man’s visible skin was almost completely covered in tattoos of varying styles, shades, and quality of artistic ability. Small holes in each ear love and the higher cartilage attested to the fact that earrings had once adorned them, but had long since been removed. Even the man’s hands were tattooed.
Crelle took in the man and his tattoos and his threatening demeanor and she couldn’t help but be reminded of the hairless of her planet. Tattoos, spikes.... keeping her smile to her kind blue eyes, Crelle tried her best not to think of how well this human would have fit in.
He kept his eyes locked on hers and said simply “What do you want?”
Kane, CMO
“Nothing of import, just to report to you that I have arrived for my first duty shift, Sir. With your permission?”
Crelle kept her tone neutral. This man was fire, so she would be water. At the word permission, Crelle made a general hand motion to show that she meant that she would begin her duties and no longer bother the officer.
-Ensign, Crelle
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