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Pre sim: Boarding physical

Posted March 2, 2023, 6:54 a.m. by Ensign Jorik Thoran (Navigator/Pilot) (Katy Darrah)

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Pre sim: Boarding physical

Posted by Ensign Jorik Thoran (Navigator/Pilot) in Pre sim: Boarding physical

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Pre sim: Boarding physical
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After wrapping up with the XO, Jorik made his way down to Sickbay. He was thankful it was only a physical, and not a mental evaluation, as the last time he had one of those it was with, naturally, a Vulcan, who spent more time asking him about logic, than actually evaluating anything.

He stepped into sickbay, flagging down the first blueshirt he could find, “I’m here for my boarding physical, Jorik Thoran.”

Jorik Thoran, Pilot/Nav

An older woman, with graying hair at her temples and a smart perfect bun paused. “Yes Ensign we have been expecting you. This way please. I am Lt Cmdr Temple. Nurse Temple works just as well.” She led him into the main bay and indicated a bio bed. “Have a seat and lay back.” She flipped on all the monitors to start taking his vitals. “You will be seeing our PA today, En Farquharson. He will be with you shortly.”

Nurse Temple

Jorik hopped up on the bio bed and laid back as instructed. It was intriguing that he’d be seeing a PA, but not unheard of. Starfleet Academy often had PAs do routine physicals and similar smaller tasks, to free the doctors up for more important things. So he was used to it.

Jorik Thoran, Pilot/Nav

A minute later a young man with medium brown hair stepped into the room. He was wearing the blue shirt for medical, but instead of pants he wore a kilt, quite properly too. He walked with a swagger that screamed sass and confidence and a grin that made you want to like him immediately. “En Thoran or do you prefer Jorik? I’m En Farquharson. But just call me Randy. Rank is optional. How are you feeling today?” He spoke standard well with a hint of a heavy brogue.

Randy

Jorik blinked. He wasn’t used to this lack of formality involved with duties onboard a ship. “Oh! Uh…Jorik is fine.” He wasn’t sure if his confusion was playing across his face or not. If it was, it’d be unexpected for someone expecting a normal Vulcan. “I’m feeling fine, overall.”

Jorik Thoran, Pilot/Nav

Randy’s outfit was actually an approved uniform variation. He wore it with pride. However his attitude was a bit more lax than others. Not only was he a skilled NP and now had his PA license, he had his doctorate in psychology and was the ship’s unofficial counselor. So his approach to people was different than the norm. Randy nodded, “Good. Any difficulty sleeping, or sleeping too much, lethargy, extreme thirst or loss of appetite? Pretty common after switching ships to get all the way out here. Adjusting to different day and night cycles.”

Randy pulled the swing arm for the computer over and began recording Jorik’s vitals. “Take several deep breaths for me,” and he watched the O2 and lung capacity readings.

Randy

“Does falling asleep on shift count?” Jorik asked, after Randy was finished watching his lungs. “I don’t know if it’s me not getting very restful sleep, or not enough sleep, but I have a pretty standard circadian rhythm and yet I routinely find myself either drowsy or actively falling sleep on shift. Thankfully none of these shifts have been on the bridge yet.”

Jorik Thoran, Pilot/Nav

“Well it could be simple boredom, it could be difficulty sleeping, or a vitamin deficiency. I will take a blood sample and check. If it’s not that we could try a sleep aid to help get you back on track.”

Randy

Jorik nodded, “I’ve heard that some sleep aids don’t work on Vulcans. Or work too well. Hopefully we can find something that works.”

Jorik Thoran, Pilot/Nav

Randy nodded, “There are lots of sleep aids, not all are medication, and we have a full pharmacy that includes medications from Vulcan.” He picked up a special hypo and took the blood sample, labeled it and gave it to a nurse to take to the lab. He hit a button and two stair steps popped out if the wall above Jorik’s head. “Alright, now if you will turn around on the bed, lay on your back and put your feet on the stairs. 10 minutes, push the stairs as hard as you can.” The stairs moved in and out as he pushed them.

Randy

Jorik did the exercise, which he never understood, nor enjoyed. “What, exactly, is the point of this particular exercise? I’m reasonably certain I walked in here just fine.”

Jorik Thoran, pilot/Nav

“Cardiovascular stress test. It tracks and monitors your respiratory and Cardiovascular systems during physical stress. Makes sure your body is in shape.” Randy set a bottle of water next to him and a towel. “Alright, En you are all done. We’ll have your lab work done by tonight. You can come back or check it on the computer.” There was the quick clip of boots on the floor and Randy looked up. “Ah, Rand, exactly on time. En Jorik is finished. En Jorik this is Yeoman Rand and my twin sister. She will be conducting your ship tour.”

Rand was crisp, neat, professional. The poster for an officer, but she had a smile that was genuine enough to appease even the most logical of Vulcans. “En Jorik, welcome to the Sentinel. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to meet you as soon as you came in board.”

Yeoman Rand

Jorik grabbed the towel and wiped what little sweat he had off his face. He grabbed the water as a courtesy, following Rand. “That’s alright. I’ve had a worse reception in places.”

Jorik Thoran, Pilot/Nav

“Oh…I’m sorry to hear that. I hope Sentinel is a better experience.” She walked out if sickbay, “So deck 9. You have seen sickbay and Cmdr Alden’s office. He is usually in the biology lab. Sentinel has 5 turbo lifts along the inner bulkhead in a circle. Each one has an adjacent access ladder for moving between decks.” She stopped at a swt of double doors. “This is the galley. Open all hours, all shifts. There are protein cubes always, or whatever Gorshin has prepared fresh. If you have any preferences let him know. He tries his best to accommodate. Across the hall,” she moved to another set of doors directly across, “is the rec hall. There is a wide range of games, books, and materials available.”

Yeoman Rand

“Interesting. I’ll definitely have to keep this place in mind.” Jorik said, looking around the rec hall. He noticed they had Tridimensional chess, one of the few games that he enjoyed playing with multiple races. It wasn’t easy, but it was a game he loved.

Jorik Thoran, Pilot/Nav

“There is a request sheet by the door if there is anything you want. I can’t guarantee supply will send it, but I will try.”

They took the lift to Deck 12. “Deck 12 is mostly engineering and supporting areas. However the aft section is the shuttlebay and shuttle maintenance areas.” She led the way toward the back of the deck and entered the shuttle bay.

Yeoman Rand

“Now this is my area of expertise!” Jorik said excitedly, darting around the shuttle bay, looking at various consoles and the shuttles up close. He acted almost like he hadn’t been up close and personal with a shuttle, but he would’ve been close to them in the academy for the pilot’s track.

Jorik Thoran, Pilot/Nav


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