Posted by Major Stanley Wong (Professor of Psychiatric Medicine) in Looking for help open to all
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Adebowale Mbala (Ship’s Dentist) in Looking for help open to all
OOC: Sorry, I’ve got some laptop problem this morning that caused the double post. My reply took ages to get added. I’ll delete the duplicate
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Troy Hunter (Doctor) in Looking for help open to all
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Professor Stanley Wong was confused, tired and was quite certain that the contents of his stomach might leave him at any moment. Even with artificial gravity and all the other amenities on shuttles they were small. A small thing in the emptiness of space. It was a thought that quite frankly made Stanley a bit queasy. He now was finding himself pulling along his bags behind him as he looked for someone to give him directions to wherever someone thought he should have a cabin at. That and of course to check in with the captain and to let security know he was around.
The professor wasn’t the sort of man whom people would think might get things done for himself. Quite the opposite. Standing at only five feet four inches tall and weighing a mere one hundred and fifteen pounds he was the sort of person that many always volunteered to help. Thus, it was he found himself struggling with his luggage and his stomach as he walked down the aisle outside of the landing bay.
Professor Stanly Wong
The Ship’s Dentist, Adebowale Mbala, was making his way back from the Fantail Lounge where he had won big at Poker again, smoking one of his large cigars that the rest of the crew hated so much. In fact, he was rarely to be found in his small treatment room, off Sickbay, as there is so little work for him to do. At least, not since that one time they had discovered the parasitic calcareous aliens.
When Ade saw the unfamiliar man struggling with his luggage cases he naturally offered to help him. “Hey there! You must be new here because I thought I’d met everyone aboard, or at least I’ve seen the inside of their mouths… err, I’m the Dentist by the way, just if that sounded like a strange remark! You shouldn’t need to carry those. We have anti-grav sledges that will do that.” Ade took hold of one of the cases with one hand but was unable to lift it. “What the hell! What do you have in these cases? They weigh a ton!”
Maybe the professor [and Ade] could hear someone whistling or maybe not but he would soon see who it was, as Hunter turned the corner the doctor frowned wondering who this guy was.
He had left sickbay to make his way back to the bridge to see why no one cared to inform him about some ship making its way towards them and he had to hear it from another source. Didn’t Hunter tell them to keep him informed? And the reason was simple… for sickbay to be prepared should a serious, unexpected, and maybe a dangerous situation would require immediate action from the part of the medical personal.
As he saw the [two men] struggling Hunter was quick to give [them] a hand, at 6‘7 the doctor towered over [the smaller] man ‘’Here let me help you with your luggage Sir ‘’ without even waiting for an answer Hunter took all his luggage and he could pick up the man too which obviously the doctor did not ‘’I’m doctor Hunter Sir, which quarters shall I take the luggage ?’‘ he asked looking at the guy’s face ,which to the sharp eye of any doctor Hunter had to ask this man if he felt sick.
Stanley heard the man’s voice and turned he smiled at him and began to speak. As his mouth opened to speak however the ship's dentist emitted a cloud of toxic vapors and began to speak. And continue to speak. Stanley frowned as he tried to keep up with what the man was saying. He attempted to tell the man that he was new and would have to ask someone such as himself to get such a thing as an anti-grav sled. But instead continued to smile and listen.
Finally, as the man took what was his heaviest case from him Stanley got the chance to speak when the fellow asked about his case. What might have been disconcerting was when Stanley, an obvious Asian fellow spoke English in an Italian accent saying “Oh! I am a bit old fashioned I’m afraid. I enjoy the security of paper instead of the gamble of a computer. Those are many of my patient studies, my journals and a couple of medical books. He then waved the smoke from his face and said to Ade, “Is that the Altairian green leaf you’re smoking?”
Before Ade could answer however there was the sound of whistling and the appearance of a very large fellow. As he too offered to help with his luggage Stanley smiled broadly saying, “Ah Grazie, Rigazio molto.” Then catching himself he smiled saying, “Thank you I mean. I’m sorry it’s been a long ride out.” He gave Hunter the deck and the number of his cabin and then said in his calm amused voice, “No no I am not sick. Merely very tired. “I am Stanley, Stanley Wong.” The name Hunter rang a bell with Stanley. He was pretty sure that he was on one of his lists somewhere.
‘’Its okay I do understand Italian but speaking it non molto bene’‘ he managed to reply.
‘’What the hell!’‘ Hunter exclaimed ‘’Don’t you know there is only one space in the Lounge for smoking ‘’ the doctor passed a hand beginning from his forehead down to his chin ‘’he usually did that when irritated ,it helped him from the urge of punching someone ‘’Do you want the smoke detectors to go off or what!’‘.
Turning back to Ade, Stanley said to him with a smile, “If you must smoke and don’t like Earth blends you should try a Centauri Black blend! “Turning then to Hunter he asked in his accented English, “Doctor you say? You’re not the Chief Medical officer by any chance, are you?” And then with a swish of the loose green slacks and long matching baggy pullover top with of all thing sandals on his feet he scurried after Hunter trying to keep up with the man.
Professor Stanley Wong
‘’So Mr Stanley which dept shall you be working at and no for now I’m acting as the CMO ,as she is with the away team …Cross is her name ‘’ the doctor tried to slow down his pace.
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