Posted June 23, 2022, 11:56 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander T’Aria (XO / Navigation Officer) (Trinity Fister)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Serral Echei (Science Officer) in Side Sim: “Replicating” A Leg
It was Serral’s first official day of duty aboard the Chernov, and he was resuming his projects where he left off when he had to pack up to leave his previous position. He had a case he was working on.. a cybernetic leg for a patient who’d lost their own to injury. Legs were very specific, in order to bear the weight correctly and not put too much incorrect strain on the back and pelvis. They had to be the right length. This patient was… Serral stopped to read the file. Five feet and nine inches tall. And… about a hundred and sixty five pounds. There were pictures included, of the person as a whole, and several detailed shots of their remaining leg.
He began to work, building the frame first, metalic bones which had to match the length of the real bones in the other leg. Patients were allowed to choose how the new limb looked. There were compounds that would be almost exactly like natural skin, save for the fact it would never discolor or bruise. But one could also choose a more… cyberpunk, machine looking finished product. Either way, the frame and inner components were the same. Assuming the patient’s nerves were intact enough, technology could make the leg feel similar to a real leg. In that case, one had to choose the skin. This patient’s injury hadn’t made that an option.
Serral wanted to make sure he had the length right… He needed something to compare it with. He was too tall. He had yet to meet her properly, but he had seen someone who judging by looks was about the right dimensions. The ship’s first officer, T’Aria. Hopefully she wouldn’t think this was a waste of her time… but it was necessary for his work, logically he should make sure it is as accurate as it can be. So, reaching for the comm panel, he put in a page for T’Aria to meet him down in the science labs.
~ Lt JG Echei, Sci
T’Aria received the comm at an unremarkable commpanel on Deck 13, metres from the control room where she met NLieutenant with Lak. Their biweekly meeting progressed with reports, complaints about flight rotations, and many failed attempts at humour and sarcasm. It was decidedly routine, but T’Aria did not mind. She struggled to decipher the tones and meanings contained in vague missives and one-sentence updates. In conversation, however, there was less room for misunderstanding. She appreciated body language and inflection… and simply the opportunity to ask for clarification.
“I will be there momentarily,” she lifted her thumb from the commpanel and turned for the turbolift.
T’Aria knew Lieutenant Echei from the file that crossed her desk days before, but they had not formally met. He was a cyberneticist with a PhD from the Betazed University of Sciences… and that was the extent of her knowledge. Naturally, her curiosity crew as she entered the turbolift and ordered it to Deck 4. What did he need? Any accommodations or supplies would be run by Lt. Commander Grey. He could seek out Doctor Symar or Lt. Lovejoy for inter-department support. And she doubted he’d been aboard long enough to get ‘into it’ with another crew member (though it wouldn’t be a first). If not those, then what?
She pondered the possibilities as the turbolift grinded to a halt and she stepped into a corridor painted blue with science officers. In less than a minute, she found herself strolling into the science lab with a keen eye searching for someone who matched Echei’s personnel photo and background. She spotted someone who could fit the profile (and who she didn’t recall meeting before) and took a chance in approaching them.
“Lieutenant Echei?” T’Aria rose her voice on the off-chance this wasn’t Echei but he was nearby.
— T’Aria, XO
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