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Corridors - We Weren't Supposed to Meet This Way... (Tag CMO)

Posted July 7, 2021, 4:01 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander T’Aria (XO / Navigation Officer) (Trin S)

Posted by Lieutenant Symar (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay - We Weren’t Supposed to Meet This Way… (Tag CMO)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander T’Aria (XO / Navigation Officer) in Sickbay - We Weren’t Supposed to Meet This Way… (Tag CMO)

Posted by Lieutenant Symar (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay - We Weren’t Supposed to Meet This Way… (Tag CMO)
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T’Aria rolled her wrist, releasing the tension built up from brief stolidity. If he were to run a scan, he’d discover the osteoregenerator had successfully restored the distal radius and ulna, leaving subtle discolouration about its centre. “I see.. where do you hail from?” A twinge of curiosity infected her tone. “I come from the Voroth Sea, myself.”

— T’Aria, XO

“My family owned a farm at the base of the Su’lath Mountains, we would often hike up to the summit to meditate on whatever had happened to the family that day.” Symar clicked a hypospray to the XO’s neck and added, “This should help with the aching sensation you may feel for the next few days.

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

“The Su’Lath Mountains are a remarkable sight,” T’Aria conceded somewhat reminiscently. “What did your family cultivate?” She paused, grasping the newfangled curiosity that overcame her. Sooner than she could comment or perhaps apologise, the hypospray’s cold lip met her neck and pssh’d the thought away. “Thank you,” she nodded, “do I need to follow up?”

— T’Aria, XO

“Only crops,” Symar said, “It would have been a logical step to move to live stock, however, I made my way to the Academy before we moved on, and your family?” T’Aria wasn’t the only one suddenly dealing with an unexpected amount of interest.

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

T’Aria’s features were imperviously fierce, but her voice rang out in a soft hum. “My parents were military,” she explained, “but the bulk of my clan were merchants and artists.”

She peered past Symar to absorb the sickbay’s natural hubbub. Patients flowed through, some snagged by waygoing staff and others directed to a small reception area. Idle conversation filled the air, accented by the whines and groans of medical devices. It was cold and reeked of sterilising agents, but it was familiar. And it reminded her that she, like those professionals, had work to do. Gently, she shook her head and slid from the biobed. Her feet touched the ground in a clap, but the cacophony drowned it out.

“I’m certain you have duties to attend to,” she began with lips separated to impart a farewell. But she thought better of it. “Perhaps we can continue this conversation over a meal or stroll?”

— T’Aria, XO

Symar arched an eyebrow, if he didn’t know better, the CMO would have seen this as a form of.... intrigue. He placed the report down on his office desk and turned to the Human crewman currently running a diagnostic on one of the exam consoles and said, “Ensign, I must take time for meditation, I will be available on the com if needs be.” Crossing to meet T’Aria, he added, “I believe I need to… what is the expression? Stretch my legs.”

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Science Officer-

T’Aria tempered her thoughts with the wrinkles she ironed to her chest, and stifled the breath that crept up her throat. Serenely, she waited. When his voice touched the air, she squinted and swiftly adopted a poised demeanour. But she couldn’t dismiss fervour swelling in her belly.

“Give the humans’ affinity for flowery language,” T’Aria tapped her fingers rhythmically, “and insistence to apply it to the most mundane of tasks… it’s impossible to be certain.” Her breath hitching in vaguely playful thought. “But, it’s something like that. Shall we?”

Gravitating to the Sickbay’s entry, she stepped aside and patiently waited for Symar to pass.

— T’Aria, XO

Symar gestured for T’Aria to follow him out of the room and walked at step with his new XO, taking a measured breath as the two officers began nodding absentmindedly at other members of the crew, taking in the new environment around them.

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

T’Aria fell into step beside him and shifted into a peaceful silence. Occasionally, when she thought he wasn’t looking, she stole a glance from passersby to Symar. But her conscience caught the gesture before she gambled a stare. Minuted transpired before she spoke, “I understand you have a specialty in physical and psychiatric trauma. Have you entertained research on the subject?”

— T’Aria, XO


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