Posted March 9, 2020, 3:24 a.m. by Lieutenant Zeke Drake (Chief Medical Officer) (Mike Monte)
Posted by Crewman James Franklin (Engineer) in pre-sim Franklin’s Medical Eval
It was a little passed 1100 hrs when Jim stepped off the turbo-lift onto deck 4 and slung his duffel over one shoulder. He wasn’t keen on getting poked and prodded, but being on a starship again had him in a good mood none-the-less. Jim was five feet, ten inches tall, and built like a brick house. He had wavy dirty blonde hair (cut to regulation length) and blue eyes. The feeling of the deck plates vibrating under his feet always felt good. Almost the same feeling he got when he was home, on Earth. Heading toward the main Sickbay, he whistled softly to himself as he walked. His blue eyes kept wandering over the bulkheads and panels. He liked the Discovery class ships, despite the headache of having two cores to maintain. He thought they were put together very well and was quite familiar with the layout due to the fact he’d done a good deal of work on the USS Cassini when she was overhauled at Copernicus Fleet Yards back in the late 2380s.He was just thinking to himself that he’d like to get a good look at the power conduits on this deck when his steps finally led him to the Sickbay doors. He admitted himself instead of waiting and looked around. It was always better to get these checkups done quickly. That’s why he’d come here first instead of seeing the Officer of the Watch about his quarters. After a moment, he swung his duffel bag off his shoulder and set it on the deck beside him. It was heavy. It contained his personalized tool kit, as well as his personal belongings.
“Doc? You around?” He called.
-Franklin, Engineer
Zeke was busy taking apart one of the business as he tried to fix it. Pieces of the console monitor were scattered about with various diagnostic tools. “Here I am,” he replied.
CMO
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