Posted Dec. 28, 2018, 11:07 a.m. by Lieutenant Ishtar Nhamashal (Chief Science Officer) (Trin S)
As a scientist, Nhamashal understood the need for these physicals. As a person, she never appreciated them. Stepping past the distinct hiss of the sickbay doors, Ishtar stood, taking a brief moment to straighten the wrinkles from her uniform. Despite having the meeting with the Commander out of the way, she had no intentions of coming off as scruffy or untidy. It simply wasn’t how she had been raised. Satisfied with the cloth, she surveyed the initial room of the sickbay, checking to see if there were any unbusied doctors or nurses she could request a physical from.
Ishtar had no intentions of disturbing any of them, knowing how important their work could be, especially to themselves. Not to mention, she would want anyone interrupting her while in the middle of her work, so it was a common courtesy she found fit to oblige with. Allowing her hands to comfortable fall behind her, Ishtar patiently waited for assistance, trusting there were patients far more in need of medical care than a young woman who appeared perfectly healthy.
Lt. Ishtar Nhamashal
CSO
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