An Introduction and a Rude Interruption.

Posted on Thu Oct 10th, 2019 @ 3:32pm by

1,136 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: What Stalks The Night
Location: Main Sickbay

Nim had just walked out of one of the examination rooms, bone weary and exhausted. The explosion had resulted in casualties and loss of life. The tension in sickbay had been palpable ever since, but still they kept on keeping on. Triage and treat. Triage and treat. Triage and treat.

Unzipping her jacket,she shrugged out of it, grateful for the freedom that the simple action had brought her as she paused outside the door to her office, taking a moment to admire the bold lettering across the smoked glass. Chief Medical Officer.

It was still hard to believe that she was here, on this ship, in this role. Chief Medical Officer. The biggest ship in their entire Taskforce, so it was something she considered not only a massive promotion, but a serious coup in her career to be reassigned to a ship as prestigious as this, in this role.

Sinking down into her chair and opening the console, she keyed in her access code, bringing up the medical records of the patient that she had just been with to continue making notes relevant to the treatments that she had administered.

Glancing up, she noticed the young dark haired woman wearing a teal uniform standing in her doorway and motioned for her to come in. "What can I do for you?" Nim asked with a smile.

Amélie stepped into the CMO's office and smiled warmly. "I'm Lieutenant Amélie D'Aramitz," she said softly. "I hadn't had a chance to meet with you properly yet, so I thought I'd say hello. I'm the ship's Chief Counselor."

Nim nodded slightly and motioned for the counselor to take a seat. "I was just about to replicate myself a coffee, do you want one?" she asked, standing up and heading for the replicator. "It's been one hell of a day already."

"Just a glass of water is fine for me thank you," Amélie said with a smile. "I'm limiting my caffeine intake."

With a nod, Nim replicated the glass of chilled water and the mug of coffee, carrying them both back and setting them both down on the desk between them before she sank back into her seat gratefully.

As Amélie reached for the glass, she couldn't help but notice the newly healed scar tissue around the doctors wrists. "They look nasty," she said softly. "You should have Commander Patrovski take a look at them when he gets back to the ship."

Realising what it was that Amélie was talking about, Nim reached for her jacket and shrugged back into it, tugging the sleeves down to cover her wrists. "They're nothing," she said quietly. "Just a remnant of the last mission I was on with my last ship."

"I see," the counselor nodded slightly but didn't probe any more, clearly it was something that the doctor was particularly sensitive about. "So, what do you think of the Dreadnought so far? Are you finding your way around okay?"

Taking a sip of her coffee and swallowing it, Nim laughed and shook her head. "I can honestly say, no, I am not. I have worked out how to get from my quarters to here, and how to get from here to the Promenade, but that's about it. I've taken to carrying a PaDD with me everywhere I go so that definitely helps."

Amélie laughed and nodded as she picked up the PaDD she had set on the desk when she sat down. "I do the same thing!" she exclaimed. "I've managed to work out how to get from home to here, from here to the bridge and I can now get to the Promenade from both here and home, but anywhere else and I'm about useless."

"The last ship I served on was a Norway class," Nim said pausing to take another sip of her drink. "I could fit a hundred of them inside the Dreadnought and still have space to move around easily! I mean, honestly, I'm not entirely sure what a purpose a ship this size is meant to serve. Does the Captain intend to scoot around space glassing planets?"

The counselor laughed. "Well, no planets so far, but it's early days," she grinned. "Have you met with the Captain yet?"

Nim shook her head. "There was a bit of uncertainty over my position on the ship so it's only not long been squared away so I could start active duty. I've only just been put back on active duty, and with the explosion and now the away team being uncontactable, I'm sure the Captain has more important things to do than cross the t's and dot the i's of my transfer orders."

Amélie paused for a moment as the full impact of what had just been said sunk in. "The away team is uncontactable?" she asked, her voice etched with concern.

Taking another sip of her coffee, Nim nodded slowly, lowering her voice slightly. "I don't believe it's been made widely known across the ship yet, it's a new development. They went down looking for missing cargo and now the away team is missing as well. I only heard about it because Ensign Jakobi from Operations overheard bridge staff talking about it while he was making an upgrade to improve the sensors. Ensign Jakobi ended up with a mild electrical burn and required treatment and I was treating him."

"You know, they're calling the explosion in the the hangar an accident too," Amélie replied quietly. "It doesn't seem all that accidental though, does it?" she posed softly. "I mean, missing cargo and a missing away team... an explosion causing casualties and fatalities on a brand new ship? Math has never been my strong point but I'm pretty sure one plus one equals two."

Even before Nim could formulate a response, her commbadge chirped. "Lieutenant Vixil, there is a medical emergency on deck eleven, section J3-68."

Nim sighed, taking one more sip of her coffee before setting the mug back down on the desk and standing up, zipping her jacket and grabbing her portable medical kit. "Sorry Lieutenant, it was nice to meet you, but thta's my summons."

Amélie nodded, picking up the mug and her own glass to recycle them both. "Of course Lieutenant Vixil, I'll no doubt see you again soon." Before she had even finished speaking Nim was out the doors and running across sickbay, two nurses and a second doctor joining her before they ran out the door. Amélie sighed softly and set the drinks in the replicator, hitting the recycle button. "When it rains it seems to pour," she murmured softly as she watched the doors close behind them.

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Lieutenant Nimeeh Vixil
Chief Medical Officer
USS Dreadnought

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Lieutenant Amélie D'Aramitz
Chief Counselor
USS Dreadnought

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