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[Pre Sim] J'arrive! : Sickbay (Tag: Medical)

Posted May 9, 2023, 7:13 p.m. by Lieutenant Do'trahk of House Kholl (Medical Officer) (David Shotton)

Posted by Ensign Charles-Louis (Engineering Officer) in [Pre Sim] J’arrive! : Sickbay (Tag: Medical)

Posted by Ensign Charles-Louis (Engineering Officer) in [Pre Sim] J’arrive! : Sickbay (Tag: Medical)
Charles was due for his medical examination. Though he wasn’t quite happy about it, there was probably going to be another discussion about his weight. He had gained 10 lb since his first medical exam before joining the academy. Perhaps he had been abusing the replicators a bit. Still, the thought of another scrawny human doctor thinking that he should dictate an unenforceable diet plan to him was at best amusing.

He entered into sickbay and an addressed one of the nearest medical staff,

“Pardon,” he said, “I am Charles-Louis, here for my scheduled examination.”

[Ensign Charles-Louis, Engineering]

The woman, a short, petite nurse turned around and stared Charles-Louis directly in the, ribcage. Slowly she looked up, and up till she was able to look at the face of the tall Klingon and smiled a wide, bright smile. “Good morning,” she beamed. “The Doctor is in, let me go and get him for you.”

With that she turned and walked into the nearby office from where two figures emerged shortly afterwards. Following the nurse was a much taller figure though, not as tall as Charles-Louis. Despite wearing the medical blue uniform of Starfleet, this figure stood out as being out-of-place in this environment. Even among the other uniformed Starfleet personnel, this one didn’t look at all Federation.

A bald, shaven head covered with ridges and light scars led down to a Klingon face that sported a metal eye-patch over one eye. No straps around the head confirmed that the eye-patch was stapled to the skin rather than just resting on it. A medium length black beard was braided into a point with many metal or bone beads threaded through it, an old tradition denoting personal victories in battle. Broad shoulders framed a muscular torso that carried a Klingon House Sash running from left shoulder to his right waist, and showed the symbols of his house and his position as second-son, along with a Klingon rank insignia denoting captaincy of a warship.

Walking towards Charles-Louis, the other Klingon came to a stop a few feet away and looked at him expressionlessly. One of his hands, both of which were covered in Targ-leather fingerless gloves with metal studded knuckles, rested on the hilt of a jeweled but very clearly still wickedly functional Kut’luch dagger in a scabbard on his waist. The dagger and eye-patch both bore the symbol of House Kholl, a small but wealthy and powerful Klingon House known for intelligence work and, through rumors, assassination.

“You are new on this ship,” the Klingon spoke making no effort to hide his eye as it looked at the newcomer up and down, taking note of the extra padding before finally lifting to look at Charles-Louis in the eye once more. “I am Do’trahk-Khurth, son of Kholl. The nurse tells me you are here for an examination. Well, you will pass the Federation standards, it is lucky you are on one of their ships. Take a seat, Charles-Louis. Do you have anything that you need to report before I scan you?” Picking up a medical tricorder in one of his gloved hands, he pointed to a seat nearby.

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