Posted May 9, 2020, 1:05 p.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
Kane looked at her and said “Nope. Not yet. My office. Cop a squat and I’ll be in in a minute.” and he moved over to a nearby biomed and looked at the scan data. To the nearby nurse, he said “Up the antibiotics… 5mg per dose. And get some pain management in place, cold packs on the swelling. I dont want them moaning all shift.” The nurse simply said “You got it, Chief.” and began the tasks assigned.
Kane, CMO
“Yes Sir.”
Crelle moved with purpose after receiving her orders, entering the CMO’s office and taking a seat in the chair opposite the one positioned behind the officer’s desk, her tail gently curling to hide between her torso and the chair back.
- Crelle, Ensign
Kane walked in and the door closed behind him. He took a seat and picked up a PaDD and began reading. After a short period, the scowl intensified. “You know what I hate more than almost everything? Shoddy paperwork. The record Fleet sent on you is less than informative. So we get to start at the beginning. Tell me why you are here and why do I want you here.”
Kane, CMO
Crelle was prepared for this line of questioning, but not ready with a response to her Superior officer. With a deep breath, she replied,
“According to Starfleet, I am here to ensure the health of those aboard this ship so that missions, scientific or otherwise, are not hindered. I am personally here because my people are of warrior class, my ancestors fought and died in battles and trials. With honor. I was born a…”runt”. This…”
Crelle remembered the Captains words to her from earlier that day and her words softened slightly as she continued. Her eyes went from the CMO to his desk in slight shame at reusing the term “runt”, but did not have a term more appropriate for her birth status. Her face betrayed the smallest hint of this feeling before she schooled it back into neutrality.
“That is not my meaning or reason for being here. But it is now a catalyst. I cannot become a warrior as those in my family have before me. But I intend to seek out my best self and use that to do everything I can here on this ship which is now home.”
Crelle met the CMO’s eyes once more, her face neutral even as she straightened her spine, her tail stiffening away from its gentle sway.
“As for why you want me here.... Because right now I might be no warrior, but I was the best in my class. Outside my outstanding marks in the medical training series I am also well versed in other sectors such as engineering and emergency medicine. I cannot fight, but I can heal while battle takes place around me. I am useful to you now, and will only become more useful as time goes on. Sir.”
Crelle waited for the CMO’s answer and tries to supress the chill of nerves down her spine.
Crelle, Ensign
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