Posted by Ensign Maximilian Woolley (Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Ensign Woolley Arrival on Starbase Magellan

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Nisihe Odraavi (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Ensign Woolley Arrival on Starbase Magellan

Posted by Ensign Maximilian Woolley (Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Ensign Woolley Arrival on Starbase Magellan
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Max was a bit taken aback by the seemingly lost crewman and his casual shrugging. He hadn’t really imagined a scenario where his first encounter with a new colleague would be so fruitless. A bit dazed by reality not living up to his imagination, Max managed a weak smile as he nodded.

“Thank you, I’ll just go look elsewhere…” he said as he walked in the general direction of the recuperation bay. He would check there and the surgical suites for his new superior officer. Maybe he’d find her or at least a more helpful colleague along the way. Max was certainly in no rush and was happy to have the opportunity to review his new workspace on his own. These wanderings were helping him to get his bearings and make things more familiar. He was eager to settle into that comfort that comes from knowing where he was and who was there with him.

Ens. Max Woolley, Medical

Max would not find the evasive Betazoid in the recuperation bay, instead he would be greeted by the smiling face of an older, greying officer who was happily chatting up a storm with a younger nurse. The sound of his exaggerated tales filled the sickbay with their glory, manifested from a source that probably was less magnificent than he made it out to be. Although, as long as it put a smile on his face, the nurse didn’t seem to mind.

Upon his approach to the surgical suites, a petite figure ducked from the bay, her body still clad with the thin fabric of the surgical gown. A clearly pensive expression upon her face, she nearly passed Woolley without any acknowledgement to him. Pausing, her gaze slightly clouded in confusion, Nisihe took a few steps back, studying Max from head to toe. “Ensign Woolley?” She spoke in a question, uncertain if her assumptions were true.

Dr. Odraavi
The Evasive CMO

Max briefly considered coming back later. That consideration was overruled by his more pressing desire to acquaint himself with sickbay and its Chief Medical Officer. He couldn’t truly be at home until he had checked in to sickbay, in his opinion. Walking to the surgical suites he noted the gown clad colleague as she stepped from the operating room. Her pause and contemplation was met with Max’s own pause. With rank insignia obscured by the surgical gown, Max was taking his own moment to contemplate the identity of, as far as he could tell, the only person actually working in sickbay at the moment.

Max’s instinct was to ask directions, yet again, to the elusive CMO. Perhaps this individual was, herself, the elusive CMO. That instinct was thrown when Max was asked to confirm his identity.

“Uhh…yes, I…” he stammered at first. “I am Ensign Woolley. I just arrived here and was hoping to meet the Chief Medical Officer to report for duty…” he continued. His tone tapered off toward the end, now suspecting that he was, in fact, speaking with his new superior though also leaving open the possibility that she was not. Max also mentally noted that the PaDD containing his orders was tucked away in his bag and he had not committed the CMO’s name to memory, something he should have done before embarking on his search.

Ensign Max Woolley, Medical

“I was not expecting you until tomorrow, although it was mentioned you might show up sooner.” Odraavi mused, pulling back the sleeves of her thin gown. She did not expect the ensign to know her name, well versed in the exhilaration and nerves of a new assignment. “I’m Doctor Odraavi,” She extended a hand. Nisihe did not pride herself on committing to the stories of new recruits, nor anything besides name and rank. In her mind, a man could not be fully considered until properly met.. preferably in a quiet area, over a steaming cup of coffee.

“Please,” She spoke softly, gesturing across the Sickbay, where her office lay dormant. “Let’s chat in a place a bit more private.”

Nisihe slipped past Max, the fabric of her gown briefly brushing against his shoulder. “It is an unusually slow shift today,” Odraavi felt the nagging obligation to explain the leisure of the Sickbay. The lack of patients was an anomaly to its personnel, the quiet worthy of concern. In any case, it was a hubbub of life; a cocaphony of voices and the irritating sound of buzzing machinery. Today, only the gentle blip of recovering vitals could be heard over the deafening silence. “Give it an hour, you’ll have your hands full before supper.”

Stepping into the threshold of her office, Nisihe motioned towards a pair of standard chairs, lonely without the company of a living companion. “Have a seat. It isn’t a five-star accommodation or anything, but it suits the job.”

Dr. Odraavi
CMO

Max seemed visibly relieved at having stumbled upon the CMO in his wanderings. He shook the offered hand and smiled. Though he had just confirmed his name he felt compelled to introduce himself properly.

“Dr. Max Woolley. A pleasure, Dr. Odraavi. I look forward to my service here at Magellan,” he said, the anxiety of his initial greeting having seemingly subsided. He followed her as she headed towards the office moving with all of the eagerness one might expect from a recently graduated cadet on his first assignment. He accepted her comment on the slow shift without comment. It certainly explained things. A clinic this quiet just seemed so…eerie.

“As do I. We have been low on doctors for the past few months.” Odraavi admitted, a resisting the sight of resignation threatening to spill from her lips. It had been a difficult few months, the lack of assistance beginning to weigh on her staff’s morale. Nisihe knew she asked a lot of them, but she also knew they could handle whatever she or the insanity of the Magellan threw at them. “An extra hand is never denied, especially when it means a new addition to the family.”

Following into the office he proceeded to one of the chairs, sitting down and setting his small bag beside the chair. While it was his instinct to try to begin the conversation with some small talk, he also realized that he was, in fact, reporting to his superior officer who might actually have duty related things to say and might not be as interested in his musings over shuttle travel or how this was his first time at a Starbase. Though image was hardly his primary concern he was mindful that he didn’t want his superior and fellow doctor to think he was a complete fool. Besides, he was sure that there would be time for all of that in time, after he established his credibility as a doctor.

Dr. Max Woolley, Medical Officer

“You come from the Challenger with high praise,” Odraavi gripped the edge of the desk, rounding the corner to slip into a small chair adjusted for her diminutive size. “Doctor Torrirs mentioned in their review you were previously of the science field. Do you mind telling me a bit more about your experiences as a biologist?” She asked, pulling up his personnel file. Although tempted to ask him of his commute, and whether the ride had been interrupted by any of their unusual neighbours, Odraavi resisted the urge in favour of professionalism. They would be spending their fair share of time cramped between the thick walls of the sickbay, she had no doubt there would be time to discuss his travels.

Dr. Odraavi
CMO