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Post by Ensign Duet on Jul 3, 2014 20:26:59 GMT
Starfleet Academy / San Francisco / Earth
The newly-minted Ensign Duet stood alone in a crowd of celebration. All around her former cadets gathered in their social pods congratulating each other on their graduations, speculating on that all-important first assignment, and wishing each other well on their next endeavors.
But Duet stood alone. She had observed that no one had moved for the parade ground's exit yet, and knew that leaving social gatherings earlier than what was deemed acceptable by her peers (which was always far longer than she believed adequate) was considered impolite. So she instead busied herself by peering down into her ever-present PADD to review the neutron flow project she had been assisting Commander Allbritton with during her "off time".
Soon the conversations around her became accented with gasps, cheers, laughter and a chorus of tellarite complaints as her fellow graduates began receiving their new orders via PADD. Duet arched an eyebrow curiously as the notification light begins to blink on her own device, but doesn't bother to check it yet. There was still work to be done on the commander's project and she was so close too--
"Heya, Bug!" Duet didn't need to look up from her work to know who was addressing her, but did anyway. Not acknowledging someone with your eyes and continuing to work in their presence was considered rude. She had been working on that.
"Hello, Zina," Duet replied and clutched the PADD tight against her chest lest she be tempted to return to her work. Zina was a tall Orion girl, standing over six feet with curly red hair and a shade of green skin that was considered exotically pale by her people. She was also the only person who playfully called Duet "Bug" (although after three years of sharing quarters she still didn't know why) and liked having her physical features complimented. "You look well," Duet replied.
"Yeah, exciting right? I just got my orders...I'm assigned to the Unity!" Zina gushed with her usual exuberance.
"Congratulations. You will do well there." Unity was assigned to ambassadorial duties, and Duet knew her now former roommate was tailor made for such work.
"How about you? Have you received your orders yet?" the Orion asked excitedly.
"Yes."
"Annnnnd?" Zina urged her friend on, then correctly read the silence between them. "You haven't even read the notification yet, have you?" she sighed.
"The notification is irrelevant. Shuttles don't leave until tomorrow. I can still invest almost ten hours into Commander Allbritton's project if I leave now. I'm so close to reversing the pol--"
"Bug?" Zina interrupted her with a calming touch to Duet's shoulder. "That can wait for five seconds," she said in her soothing, 'Big Sister' voice. "Celebrating your first assignment is a pretty big deal. It's tradition."
Duet felt her brow dampen in anxious sweat and kept her eyes low from Zina's as she flipped the PADD back over to review the notification. "U.S.S. Deimos."
"See?" her friend chirped with enthusiasm. "That's great, right?"
"I do not know."
"Well, at least it sounds nice," she smiled encouragingly.
"Deimos is the ancient Earth God of Terror," Duet deadpanned. Zina cringed and a moment of silence that bordered on comical fell between them. Duet's head leaned to the side and spied a veritable horde of cadets gathered a comfortable distance away and patiently awaiting the most popular girl on campus to finish her goodbyes so they could get on with their post-graduation revelry.
Zina acknowledged the group with a glance back over her shoulder. "We're going to Boothby's for drinks. You should come with!"
It was an offer made for the sake of politeness as they had danced this dance many times over the years and already knew how things were going to turn out. "Thank you, but I can still assist Commander Allbritton before I am required to report to the shuttles. Please share my congratulations with your friends."
"Alright," Zina sighed in defeat. She smiled, eyes looking more damp than usual and adopted a caring, protective tone to her already sisterly demeanor. "Remember... those pretty ears of yours don't have points on them, so people are going to expect you to loosen up a little..."
"I will try."
"... relax. Don't sit so straight."
"I will try."
"And smile some. People feel at ease when they see smiles," she advised. To appease her friend, Duet forced a wide, almost comically so, grin -- big eyes and lots of polished white teeth. "See there?" Zina giggled. "You're beautiful. How could anyone resist that smile?"
Resistance is futile. "I will try. To smile more."
"And your contractions," the sisterly orion added with a smile. "Work on your contractions. You don't want to sound funny to the new crew."
"I will try..." Duet began, but stopped herself. "I'll miss you."
Zina felt a pang in her chest, her voice caught in her throat. She threw her arms around the shorter girl in a tight embrace. "I'll miss you too, bug," she managed as a tear rolled down her pale green cheek. "Knock 'em dead, kid. And comm me when you make it to ship."
Duet nodded as she broke their embrace, then offered a wave farewell as the roommates went their separate ways. If she hurried, Duet could still have 9.64 hours with the commander's neutron flow regulator before morning call.
USS Deimos / Starbase 621 / Six Days Later
Ensign Duet strode across the transparent gangway attaching Starbase 621 to the Deimos; a cadet's march -- back straight and steps evenly spaced. She traveled light with only a three-quarters empty duffel slung over one shoulder and a toolkit gripped tight in her left hand. Her PADD ('security blanket' is what Zina called it) was fastened to her waist. Around her familys embraced and bid farewell to each other and she passed a dozen crewmen gazing longingly at the starship and posing for holocaptures before boarding. A pair of gold-uniformed security personnel stood at the end of the gangway, passing a scanner across all who sought entry.
The one on the left aimed the scanner at her and a second later a feminine, computerized voice chimed, "Duet. Ensign. Assistant Chief Engineer. Clearance accepted."
"You're all clear, Ensign," the officer smiled. "Welcome aboard."
"Thank you."
In the corridor beyond, Duet paused to address a wall terminal. "Computer. Identify the Chief of Engineering?"
"That information is not available."
Duet arched an eyebrow. "Who is currently supervising the Engineering Department?"
"That information is not available."
"Protocol is for junior engineering officers to check in with the department head. Who should I check in with?"
"That information is not available."
The ensign felt anxiety beginning to creep in and swallowed. "Then... who... where..." If there was one thing Duet did not care for it's not knowing what she is supposed to be doing. "This unit requires direction."
"Please state the location you desire," the computer voice toned.
Oh, this was not good. This is how panic attacks start. "No, not directions. I need direction. Orders. What am I supposed to do?"
"Junior officers are required to check in with their respective department heads immediately upon boarding."
This is not good... not good at all... "P~please inform me the moment the Chief Engineer arrives," she stammers nervously and shuffles down the hall. If the Chief Engineer is not here, who do I check in with? The XO? Or Security? Am I supposed to go to medical for review??
OFF: If anyone wants to jump in, please feel free to! Or I could hop over to the Security thread or start a new one should Duet's path cross with anyone else's.
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Post by James Edward Stewart IV on Jul 3, 2014 21:15:02 GMT
OFF: I'll happily join in.
ON: Ensign Duet strode across the transparent gangway attaching Starbase 621 to the Deimos; a cadet's march -- back straight and steps evenly spaced. She traveled light with only a three-quarters empty duffel slung over one shoulder and a toolkit gripped tight in her left hand. Her PADD ('security blanket' is what Zina called it) was fastened to her waist. Around her familys embraced and bid farewell to each other and she passed a dozen crewmen gazing longingly at the starship and posing for holocaptures before boarding. A pair of gold-uniformed security personnel stood at the end of the gangway, passing a scanner across all who sought entry.
The one on the left aimed the scanner at her and a second later a feminine, computerized voice chimed, "Duet. Ensign. Assistant Chief Engineer. Clearance accepted."
"You're all clear, Ensign," the officer smiled. "Welcome aboard."
"Thank you."
In the corridor beyond, Duet paused to address a wall terminal. "Computer. Identify the Chief of Engineering?"
"That information is not available."
Duet arched an eyebrow. "Who is currently supervising the Engineering Department?"
"That information is not available."
"Protocol is for junior engineering officers to check in with the department head. Who should I check in with?"
"That information is not available."
The ensign felt anxiety beginning to creep in and swallowed. "Then... who... where..." If there was one thing Duet did not care for it's not knowing what she is supposed to be doing. "This unit requires direction."
"Please state the location you desire," the computer voice toned.
Oh, this was not good. This is how panic attacks start. "No, not directions. I need direction. Orders. What am I supposed to do?"
"Junior officers are required to check in with their respective department heads immediately upon boarding."
This is not good... not good at all... "P~please inform me the moment the Chief Engineer arrives," she stammers nervously and shuffles down the hall. If the Chief Engineer is not here, who do I check in with? The XO? Or Security? Am I supposed to go to medical for review??
As James sat in his office, absolutely dreading what the Supply Officer would find when he finished the inventory he was currently working on, he received notification of the arrival of yet another member of the crew. In fact, notifications were rolling in in a pretty steady stream as the personnel said their goodbyes and came aboard. One name caught his immediate attention. Her name was Duet, and she was a liberated Borg. This would mean having to periodically correct issues with her Borg implants. While her medical record, transmitted from the Academy, seemed to be pretty normal, he saw that she would soon be due for another examination, so he might as well get it done with as soon as possible. He quickly tapped his combadge.
=/\= "Doctor Stewart to Ensign Duet. Please report to sickbay as soon as you get a chance. While it isn't due for a couple of weeks yet, I'd like to conduct your annual physical, make sure that everything is alright, and validate the previous physical. Additionally, this will allow me to enter you into our database as an active member of the crew and will prevent any possibility of you being removed from the active list due to the lack of a physical if you find yourself too busy in the coming weeks to come in and have it done," he said. He thought perhaps the thorough explanation for wanting to do it as soon as possible, and pointing out the ramifications of not doing it on time, might just be what she needed to get it done as soon as possible.
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OFF: If anyone wants to jump in, please feel free to! Or I could hop over to the Security thread or start a new one should Duet's path cross with anyone else's.
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Post by Ensign Duet on Jul 3, 2014 22:28:14 GMT
Ensign Duet strode across the transparent gangway attaching Starbase 621 to the Deimos; a cadet's march -- back straight and steps evenly spaced. She traveled light with only a three-quarters empty duffel slung over one shoulder and a toolkit gripped tight in her left hand. Her PADD ('security blanket' is what Zina called it) was fastened to her waist. Around her familys embraced and bid farewell to each other and she passed a dozen crewmen gazing longingly at the starship and posing for holocaptures before boarding. A pair of gold-uniformed security personnel stood at the end of the gangway, passing a scanner across all who sought entry.
The one on the left aimed the scanner at her and a second later a feminine, computerized voice chimed, "Duet. Ensign. Assistant Chief Engineer. Clearance accepted."
"You're all clear, Ensign," the officer smiled. "Welcome aboard."
"Thank you."
In the corridor beyond, Duet paused to address a wall terminal. "Computer. Identify the Chief of Engineering?"
"That information is not available."
Duet arched an eyebrow. "Who is currently supervising the Engineering Department?"
"That information is not available."
"Protocol is for junior engineering officers to check in with the department head. Who should I check in with?"
"That information is not available."
The ensign felt anxiety beginning to creep in and swallowed. "Then... who... where..." If there was one thing Duet did not care for it's not knowing what she is supposed to be doing. "This unit requires direction."
"Please state the location you desire," the computer voice toned.
Oh, this was not good. This is how panic attacks start. "No, not directions. I need direction. Orders. What am I supposed to do?"
"Junior officers are required to check in with their respective department heads immediately upon boarding."
This is not good... not good at all... "P~please inform me the moment the Chief Engineer arrives," she stammers nervously and shuffles down the hall. If the Chief Engineer is not here, who do I check in with? The XO? Or Security? Am I supposed to go to medical for review??
As James sat in his office, absolutely dreading what the Supply Officer would find when he finished the inventory he was currently working on, he received notification of the arrival of yet another member of the crew. In fact, notifications were rolling in in a pretty steady stream as the personnel said their goodbyes and came aboard. One name caught his immediate attention. Her name was Duet, and she was a liberated Borg. This would mean having to periodically correct issues with her Borg implants. While her medical record, transmitted from the Academy, seemed to be pretty normal, he saw that she would soon be due for another examination, so he might as well get it done with as soon as possible. He quickly tapped his combadge.
=/\= "Doctor Stewart to Ensign Duet. Please report to sickbay as soon as you get a chance. While it isn't due for a couple of weeks yet, I'd like to conduct your annual physical, make sure that everything is alright, and validate the previous physical. Additionally, this will allow me to enter you into our database as an active member of the crew and will prevent any possibility of you being removed from the active list due to the lack of a physical if you find yourself too busy in the coming weeks to come in and have it done," he said. He thought perhaps the thorough explanation for wanting to do it as soon as possible, and pointing out the ramifications of not doing it on time, might just be what she needed to get it done as soon as possible.
Duet waited patiently for the verbose doctor to finish, then simply replied =/\= "Acknowledged. On my way." She turned for the turbolift, silently thankful for the doctor's fortuitous timing as it was granting her the direction she needed. For the time being.
Sickbay
Finding sickbay was a simple matter; she had memorized every deck, corridor and Jefferies tube of Steamrunner class starships during her voyage to the Starbase. The door opened with an audible *swish* and the ensign stepped through. "Hello. Ensign Duet reporting."
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Post by James Edward Stewart IV on Jul 4, 2014 7:36:58 GMT
Ensign Duet strode across the transparent gangway attaching Starbase 621 to the Deimos; a cadet's march -- back straight and steps evenly spaced. She traveled light with only a three-quarters empty duffel slung over one shoulder and a toolkit gripped tight in her left hand. Her PADD ('security blanket' is what Zina called it) was fastened to her waist. Around her familys embraced and bid farewell to each other and she passed a dozen crewmen gazing longingly at the starship and posing for holocaptures before boarding. A pair of gold-uniformed security personnel stood at the end of the gangway, passing a scanner across all who sought entry.
The one on the left aimed the scanner at her and a second later a feminine, computerized voice chimed, "Duet. Ensign. Assistant Chief Engineer. Clearance accepted."
"You're all clear, Ensign," the officer smiled. "Welcome aboard."
"Thank you."
In the corridor beyond, Duet paused to address a wall terminal. "Computer. Identify the Chief of Engineering?"
"That information is not available."
Duet arched an eyebrow. "Who is currently supervising the Engineering Department?"
"That information is not available."
"Protocol is for junior engineering officers to check in with the department head. Who should I check in with?"
"That information is not available."
The ensign felt anxiety beginning to creep in and swallowed. "Then... who... where..." If there was one thing Duet did not care for it's not knowing what she is supposed to be doing. "This unit requires direction."
"Please state the location you desire," the computer voice toned.
Oh, this was not good. This is how panic attacks start. "No, not directions. I need direction. Orders. What am I supposed to do?"
"Junior officers are required to check in with their respective department heads immediately upon boarding."
This is not good... not good at all... "P~please inform me the moment the Chief Engineer arrives," she stammers nervously and shuffles down the hall. If the Chief Engineer is not here, who do I check in with? The XO? Or Security? Am I supposed to go to medical for review??
As James sat in his office, absolutely dreading what the Supply Officer would find when he finished the inventory he was currently working on, he received notification of the arrival of yet another member of the crew. In fact, notifications were rolling in in a pretty steady stream as the personnel said their goodbyes and came aboard. One name caught his immediate attention. Her name was Duet, and she was a liberated Borg. This would mean having to periodically correct issues with her Borg implants. While her medical record, transmitted from the Academy, seemed to be pretty normal, he saw that she would soon be due for another examination, so he might as well get it done with as soon as possible. He quickly tapped his combadge.
=/\= "Doctor Stewart to Ensign Duet. Please report to sickbay as soon as you get a chance. While it isn't due for a couple of weeks yet, I'd like to conduct your annual physical, make sure that everything is alright, and validate the previous physical. Additionally, this will allow me to enter you into our database as an active member of the crew and will prevent any possibility of you being removed from the active list due to the lack of a physical if you find yourself too busy in the coming weeks to come in and have it done," he said. He thought perhaps the thorough explanation for wanting to do it as soon as possible, and pointing out the ramifications of not doing it on time, might just be what she needed to get it done as soon as possible.
Duet waited patiently for the verbose doctor to finish, then simply replied =/\= "Acknowledged. On my way." She turned for the turbolift, silently thankful for the doctor's fortuitous timing as it was granting her the direction she needed. For the time being.
Sickbay
Finding sickbay was a simple matter; she had memorized every deck, corridor and Jefferies tube of Steamrunner class starships during her voyage to the Starbase. The door opened with an audible *swish* and the ensign stepped through. "Hello. Ensign Duet reporting."
"Ah, yes, Ensign. I didn't necessarily mean for you to report here bags and all, I was merely suggesting that after unpacking you might want to see me. But, since you're here, when would you like to schedule your examination for? I have all times and all days currently available, at least, until I'm done reviewing everyone's medical records. I just happen to be snagging new crew as they come on board," explained James as Henry stepped out of the Pharmacy and into the main sickbay.
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Post by Ensign Duet on Jul 4, 2014 12:06:25 GMT
Ensign Duet strode across the transparent gangway attaching Starbase 621 to the Deimos; a cadet's march -- back straight and steps evenly spaced. She traveled light with only a three-quarters empty duffel slung over one shoulder and a toolkit gripped tight in her left hand. Her PADD ('security blanket' is what Zina called it) was fastened to her waist. Around her familys embraced and bid farewell to each other and she passed a dozen crewmen gazing longingly at the starship and posing for holocaptures before boarding. A pair of gold-uniformed security personnel stood at the end of the gangway, passing a scanner across all who sought entry.
The one on the left aimed the scanner at her and a second later a feminine, computerized voice chimed, "Duet. Ensign. Assistant Chief Engineer. Clearance accepted."
"You're all clear, Ensign," the officer smiled. "Welcome aboard."
"Thank you."
In the corridor beyond, Duet paused to address a wall terminal. "Computer. Identify the Chief of Engineering?"
"That information is not available."
Duet arched an eyebrow. "Who is currently supervising the Engineering Department?"
"That information is not available."
"Protocol is for junior engineering officers to check in with the department head. Who should I check in with?"
"That information is not available."
The ensign felt anxiety beginning to creep in and swallowed. "Then... who... where..." If there was one thing Duet did not care for it's not knowing what she is supposed to be doing. "This unit requires direction."
"Please state the location you desire," the computer voice toned.
Oh, this was not good. This is how panic attacks start. "No, not directions. I need direction. Orders. What am I supposed to do?"
"Junior officers are required to check in with their respective department heads immediately upon boarding."
This is not good... not good at all... "P~please inform me the moment the Chief Engineer arrives," she stammers nervously and shuffles down the hall. If the Chief Engineer is not here, who do I check in with? The XO? Or Security? Am I supposed to go to medical for review??
As James sat in his office, absolutely dreading what the Supply Officer would find when he finished the inventory he was currently working on, he received notification of the arrival of yet another member of the crew. In fact, notifications were rolling in in a pretty steady stream as the personnel said their goodbyes and came aboard. One name caught his immediate attention. Her name was Duet, and she was a liberated Borg. This would mean having to periodically correct issues with her Borg implants. While her medical record, transmitted from the Academy, seemed to be pretty normal, he saw that she would soon be due for another examination, so he might as well get it done with as soon as possible. He quickly tapped his combadge.
=/\= "Doctor Stewart to Ensign Duet. Please report to sickbay as soon as you get a chance. While it isn't due for a couple of weeks yet, I'd like to conduct your annual physical, make sure that everything is alright, and validate the previous physical. Additionally, this will allow me to enter you into our database as an active member of the crew and will prevent any possibility of you being removed from the active list due to the lack of a physical if you find yourself too busy in the coming weeks to come in and have it done," he said. He thought perhaps the thorough explanation for wanting to do it as soon as possible, and pointing out the ramifications of not doing it on time, might just be what she needed to get it done as soon as possible.
Duet waited patiently for the verbose doctor to finish, then simply replied =/\= "Acknowledged. On my way." She turned for the turbolift, silently thankful for the doctor's fortuitous timing as it was granting her the direction she needed. For the time being.
Sickbay
Finding sickbay was a simple matter; she had memorized every deck, corridor and Jefferies tube of Steamrunner class starships during her voyage to the Starbase. The door opened with an audible *swish* and the ensign stepped through. "Hello. Ensign Duet reporting."
"Ah, yes, Ensign. I didn't necessarily mean for you to report here bags and all, I was merely suggesting that after unpacking you might want to see me. But, since you're here, when would you like to schedule your examination for? I have all times and all days currently available, at least, until I'm done reviewing everyone's medical records. I just happen to be snagging new crew as they come on board," explained James as Henry stepped out of the Pharmacy and into the main sickbay.
"My presence is not currently required for other duties," Duet replied politely and set her toolkit and light duffel against the wall. "Delaying will only be a later inconvenience." She turned and climbed up onto the edge of an examination table, sitting straight with her legs hanging off the edge. "Can you tell me who this ship's Chief of Engineering is? The computer has been unhelpful."
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Post by James Edward Stewart IV on Jul 4, 2014 19:00:19 GMT
Ensign Duet strode across the transparent gangway attaching Starbase 621 to the Deimos; a cadet's march -- back straight and steps evenly spaced. She traveled light with only a three-quarters empty duffel slung over one shoulder and a toolkit gripped tight in her left hand. Her PADD ('security blanket' is what Zina called it) was fastened to her waist. Around her familys embraced and bid farewell to each other and she passed a dozen crewmen gazing longingly at the starship and posing for holocaptures before boarding. A pair of gold-uniformed security personnel stood at the end of the gangway, passing a scanner across all who sought entry.
The one on the left aimed the scanner at her and a second later a feminine, computerized voice chimed, "Duet. Ensign. Assistant Chief Engineer. Clearance accepted."
"You're all clear, Ensign," the officer smiled. "Welcome aboard."
"Thank you."
In the corridor beyond, Duet paused to address a wall terminal. "Computer. Identify the Chief of Engineering?"
"That information is not available."
Duet arched an eyebrow. "Who is currently supervising the Engineering Department?"
"That information is not available."
"Protocol is for junior engineering officers to check in with the department head. Who should I check in with?"
"That information is not available."
The ensign felt anxiety beginning to creep in and swallowed. "Then... who... where..." If there was one thing Duet did not care for it's not knowing what she is supposed to be doing. "This unit requires direction."
"Please state the location you desire," the computer voice toned.
Oh, this was not good. This is how panic attacks start. "No, not directions. I need direction. Orders. What am I supposed to do?"
"Junior officers are required to check in with their respective department heads immediately upon boarding."
This is not good... not good at all... "P~please inform me the moment the Chief Engineer arrives," she stammers nervously and shuffles down the hall. If the Chief Engineer is not here, who do I check in with? The XO? Or Security? Am I supposed to go to medical for review??
As James sat in his office, absolutely dreading what the Supply Officer would find when he finished the inventory he was currently working on, he received notification of the arrival of yet another member of the crew. In fact, notifications were rolling in in a pretty steady stream as the personnel said their goodbyes and came aboard. One name caught his immediate attention. Her name was Duet, and she was a liberated Borg. This would mean having to periodically correct issues with her Borg implants. While her medical record, transmitted from the Academy, seemed to be pretty normal, he saw that she would soon be due for another examination, so he might as well get it done with as soon as possible. He quickly tapped his combadge.
=/\= "Doctor Stewart to Ensign Duet. Please report to sickbay as soon as you get a chance. While it isn't due for a couple of weeks yet, I'd like to conduct your annual physical, make sure that everything is alright, and validate the previous physical. Additionally, this will allow me to enter you into our database as an active member of the crew and will prevent any possibility of you being removed from the active list due to the lack of a physical if you find yourself too busy in the coming weeks to come in and have it done," he said. He thought perhaps the thorough explanation for wanting to do it as soon as possible, and pointing out the ramifications of not doing it on time, might just be what she needed to get it done as soon as possible.
Duet waited patiently for the verbose doctor to finish, then simply replied =/\= "Acknowledged. On my way." She turned for the turbolift, silently thankful for the doctor's fortuitous timing as it was granting her the direction she needed. For the time being.
Sickbay
Finding sickbay was a simple matter; she had memorized every deck, corridor and Jefferies tube of Steamrunner class starships during her voyage to the Starbase. The door opened with an audible *swish* and the ensign stepped through. "Hello. Ensign Duet reporting."
"Ah, yes, Ensign. I didn't necessarily mean for you to report here bags and all, I was merely suggesting that after unpacking you might want to see me. But, since you're here, when would you like to schedule your examination for? I have all times and all days currently available, at least, until I'm done reviewing everyone's medical records. I just happen to be snagging new crew as they come on board," explained James as Henry stepped out of the Pharmacy and into the main sickbay.
"My presence is not currently required for other duties," Duet replied politely and set her toolkit and light duffel against the wall. "Delaying will only be a later inconvenience." She turned and climbed up onto the edge of an examination table, sitting straight with her legs hanging off the edge. "Can you tell me who this ship's Chief of Engineering is? The computer has been unhelpful."
"Well, Ensign, here's the thing. We don't actually have a Chief Engineer at this time," said James. "According to the records I could access, the Chief Engineer who was supposed to be assigned to us was arrested for treason and espionage," he continued.
Looking over his shoulder he hollered at the supply officer, "Get me a medical tricorder, a cortical stimulator, a sonic retinal dilator, an optical nerve tester, and also a microscrewdriver," he ordered.
As the supply officer brought over the equipment, James immediately saw something that was wrong. "Ensign, I said a sonic retinal dilator...NOT a laser scalpel. I would suggest that you correct the deficiency immediately. Additionally, you have just proven that you don't know what half the stuff you have been requisitioning without anyone in sickbay authorizing the requisitions has been. Fix the deficiency immediately and do NOT ever place requisition orders on behalf of my sickbay ever again," he added as he turned back to Duet and began the Ensign's physical.
"Ensign, have you been experiencing any pain associated with any of your remaining implants lately?" he asked as he ran the medical tricorder over her.
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Post by Ensign Duet on Jul 6, 2014 12:28:01 GMT
Ensign Duet strode across the transparent gangway attaching Starbase 621 to the Deimos; a cadet's march -- back straight and steps evenly spaced. She traveled light with only a three-quarters empty duffel slung over one shoulder and a toolkit gripped tight in her left hand. Her PADD ('security blanket' is what Zina called it) was fastened to her waist. Around her familys embraced and bid farewell to each other and she passed a dozen crewmen gazing longingly at the starship and posing for holocaptures before boarding. A pair of gold-uniformed security personnel stood at the end of the gangway, passing a scanner across all who sought entry.
The one on the left aimed the scanner at her and a second later a feminine, computerized voice chimed, "Duet. Ensign. Assistant Chief Engineer. Clearance accepted."
"You're all clear, Ensign," the officer smiled. "Welcome aboard."
"Thank you."
In the corridor beyond, Duet paused to address a wall terminal. "Computer. Identify the Chief of Engineering?"
"That information is not available."
Duet arched an eyebrow. "Who is currently supervising the Engineering Department?"
"That information is not available."
"Protocol is for junior engineering officers to check in with the department head. Who should I check in with?"
"That information is not available."
The ensign felt anxiety beginning to creep in and swallowed. "Then... who... where..." If there was one thing Duet did not care for it's not knowing what she is supposed to be doing. "This unit requires direction."
"Please state the location you desire," the computer voice toned.
Oh, this was not good. This is how panic attacks start. "No, not directions. I need direction. Orders. What am I supposed to do?"
"Junior officers are required to check in with their respective department heads immediately upon boarding."
This is not good... not good at all... "P~please inform me the moment the Chief Engineer arrives," she stammers nervously and shuffles down the hall. If the Chief Engineer is not here, who do I check in with? The XO? Or Security? Am I supposed to go to medical for review??
As James sat in his office, absolutely dreading what the Supply Officer would find when he finished the inventory he was currently working on, he received notification of the arrival of yet another member of the crew. In fact, notifications were rolling in in a pretty steady stream as the personnel said their goodbyes and came aboard. One name caught his immediate attention. Her name was Duet, and she was a liberated Borg. This would mean having to periodically correct issues with her Borg implants. While her medical record, transmitted from the Academy, seemed to be pretty normal, he saw that she would soon be due for another examination, so he might as well get it done with as soon as possible. He quickly tapped his combadge.
=/\= "Doctor Stewart to Ensign Duet. Please report to sickbay as soon as you get a chance. While it isn't due for a couple of weeks yet, I'd like to conduct your annual physical, make sure that everything is alright, and validate the previous physical. Additionally, this will allow me to enter you into our database as an active member of the crew and will prevent any possibility of you being removed from the active list due to the lack of a physical if you find yourself too busy in the coming weeks to come in and have it done," he said. He thought perhaps the thorough explanation for wanting to do it as soon as possible, and pointing out the ramifications of not doing it on time, might just be what she needed to get it done as soon as possible.
Duet waited patiently for the verbose doctor to finish, then simply replied =/\= "Acknowledged. On my way." She turned for the turbolift, silently thankful for the doctor's fortuitous timing as it was granting her the direction she needed. For the time being.
Sickbay
Finding sickbay was a simple matter; she had memorized every deck, corridor and Jefferies tube of Steamrunner class starships during her voyage to the Starbase. The door opened with an audible *swish* and the ensign stepped through. "Hello. Ensign Duet reporting."
"Ah, yes, Ensign. I didn't necessarily mean for you to report here bags and all, I was merely suggesting that after unpacking you might want to see me. But, since you're here, when would you like to schedule your examination for? I have all times and all days currently available, at least, until I'm done reviewing everyone's medical records. I just happen to be snagging new crew as they come on board," explained James as Henry stepped out of the Pharmacy and into the main sickbay.
"My presence is not currently required for other duties," Duet replied politely and set her toolkit and light duffel against the wall. "Delaying will only be a later inconvenience." She turned and climbed up onto the edge of an examination table, sitting straight with her legs hanging off the edge. "Can you tell me who this ship's Chief of Engineering is? The computer has been unhelpful."
"Well, Ensign, here's the thing. We don't actually have a Chief Engineer at this time," said James. "According to the records I could access, the Chief Engineer who was supposed to be assigned to us was arrested for treason and espionage," he continued.
Looking over his shoulder he hollered at the supply officer, "Get me a medical tricorder, a cortical stimulator, a sonic retinal dilator, an optical nerve tester, and also a microscrewdriver," he ordered.
As the supply officer brought over the equipment, James immediately saw something that was wrong. "Ensign, I said a sonic retinal dilator...NOT a laser scalpel. I would suggest that you correct the deficiency immediately. Additionally, you have just proven that you don't know what half the stuff you have been requisitioning without anyone in sickbay authorizing the requisitions has been. Fix the deficiency immediately and do NOT ever place requisition orders on behalf of my sickbay ever again," he added as he turned back to Duet and began the Ensign's physical.
"Ensign, have you been experiencing any pain associated with any of your remaining implants lately?" he asked as he ran the medical tricorder over her.
"No, sir," Duet replied with hands folded in her lap. The doctor's outburst towards his subordinate was unexpected, but didn't elicit a response from the new ensign. The news of the ship's Chief Engineer, however, sparked her curiosity. "Treason and espionage?" she prompted. "What did they do?" She paused a moment in thought and mused aloud, "I hope they were discovered before they were able board."
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Post by James Edward Stewart IV on Jul 6, 2014 22:54:34 GMT
Ensign Duet strode across the transparent gangway attaching Starbase 621 to the Deimos; a cadet's march -- back straight and steps evenly spaced. She traveled light with only a three-quarters empty duffel slung over one shoulder and a toolkit gripped tight in her left hand. Her PADD ('security blanket' is what Zina called it) was fastened to her waist. Around her familys embraced and bid farewell to each other and she passed a dozen crewmen gazing longingly at the starship and posing for holocaptures before boarding. A pair of gold-uniformed security personnel stood at the end of the gangway, passing a scanner across all who sought entry.
The one on the left aimed the scanner at her and a second later a feminine, computerized voice chimed, "Duet. Ensign. Assistant Chief Engineer. Clearance accepted."
"You're all clear, Ensign," the officer smiled. "Welcome aboard."
"Thank you."
In the corridor beyond, Duet paused to address a wall terminal. "Computer. Identify the Chief of Engineering?"
"That information is not available."
Duet arched an eyebrow. "Who is currently supervising the Engineering Department?"
"That information is not available."
"Protocol is for junior engineering officers to check in with the department head. Who should I check in with?"
"That information is not available."
The ensign felt anxiety beginning to creep in and swallowed. "Then... who... where..." If there was one thing Duet did not care for it's not knowing what she is supposed to be doing. "This unit requires direction."
"Please state the location you desire," the computer voice toned.
Oh, this was not good. This is how panic attacks start. "No, not directions. I need direction. Orders. What am I supposed to do?"
"Junior officers are required to check in with their respective department heads immediately upon boarding."
This is not good... not good at all... "P~please inform me the moment the Chief Engineer arrives," she stammers nervously and shuffles down the hall. If the Chief Engineer is not here, who do I check in with? The XO? Or Security? Am I supposed to go to medical for review??
As James sat in his office, absolutely dreading what the Supply Officer would find when he finished the inventory he was currently working on, he received notification of the arrival of yet another member of the crew. In fact, notifications were rolling in in a pretty steady stream as the personnel said their goodbyes and came aboard. One name caught his immediate attention. Her name was Duet, and she was a liberated Borg. This would mean having to periodically correct issues with her Borg implants. While her medical record, transmitted from the Academy, seemed to be pretty normal, he saw that she would soon be due for another examination, so he might as well get it done with as soon as possible. He quickly tapped his combadge.
=/\= "Doctor Stewart to Ensign Duet. Please report to sickbay as soon as you get a chance. While it isn't due for a couple of weeks yet, I'd like to conduct your annual physical, make sure that everything is alright, and validate the previous physical. Additionally, this will allow me to enter you into our database as an active member of the crew and will prevent any possibility of you being removed from the active list due to the lack of a physical if you find yourself too busy in the coming weeks to come in and have it done," he said. He thought perhaps the thorough explanation for wanting to do it as soon as possible, and pointing out the ramifications of not doing it on time, might just be what she needed to get it done as soon as possible.
Duet waited patiently for the verbose doctor to finish, then simply replied =/\= "Acknowledged. On my way." She turned for the turbolift, silently thankful for the doctor's fortuitous timing as it was granting her the direction she needed. For the time being.
Sickbay
Finding sickbay was a simple matter; she had memorized every deck, corridor and Jefferies tube of Steamrunner class starships during her voyage to the Starbase. The door opened with an audible *swish* and the ensign stepped through. "Hello. Ensign Duet reporting."
"Ah, yes, Ensign. I didn't necessarily mean for you to report here bags and all, I was merely suggesting that after unpacking you might want to see me. But, since you're here, when would you like to schedule your examination for? I have all times and all days currently available, at least, until I'm done reviewing everyone's medical records. I just happen to be snagging new crew as they come on board," explained James as Henry stepped out of the Pharmacy and into the main sickbay.
"My presence is not currently required for other duties," Duet replied politely and set her toolkit and light duffel against the wall. "Delaying will only be a later inconvenience." She turned and climbed up onto the edge of an examination table, sitting straight with her legs hanging off the edge. "Can you tell me who this ship's Chief of Engineering is? The computer has been unhelpful."
"Well, Ensign, here's the thing. We don't actually have a Chief Engineer at this time," said James. "According to the records I could access, the Chief Engineer who was supposed to be assigned to us was arrested for treason and espionage," he continued.
Looking over his shoulder he hollered at the supply officer, "Get me a medical tricorder, a cortical stimulator, a sonic retinal dilator, an optical nerve tester, and also a microscrewdriver," he ordered.
As the supply officer brought over the equipment, James immediately saw something that was wrong. "Ensign, I said a sonic retinal dilator...NOT a laser scalpel. I would suggest that you correct the deficiency immediately. Additionally, you have just proven that you don't know what half the stuff you have been requisitioning without anyone in sickbay authorizing the requisitions has been. Fix the deficiency immediately and do NOT ever place requisition orders on behalf of my sickbay ever again," he added as he turned back to Duet and began the Ensign's physical.
"Ensign, have you been experiencing any pain associated with any of your remaining implants lately?" he asked as he ran the medical tricorder over her.
"No, sir," Duet replied with hands folded in her lap. The doctor's outburst towards his subordinate was unexpected, but didn't elicit a response from the new ensign. The news of the ship's Chief Engineer, however, sparked her curiosity. "Treason and espionage?" she prompted. "What did they do?" She paused a moment in thought and mused aloud, "I hope they were discovered before they were able board."
"Well, it would seem that they were in collusion with the previous Chief Medical Officer," explained James as he continued his scans and made a couple minor adjustments to her implants to get them back into what modern medicine defined as perfect calibration. "To create biogenic weapons. It turns out that Starfleet finally caught onto the scheme when Starfleet Medical conducted a thorough examination of all medical requisitions within our particular fleet. This ship was discovered as having been requisitioning a whole lot of things that we shouldn't have needed or didn't need. We're still dealing with the fallout from it and having to return items that were requested in excesses while getting what was never requisitioned but should have been. They weren't caught before boarding, but rather when they attempted to take and sell the manufactured and thoroughly concealed biogenic weapons on the black market," he said as he finished the examination. "Essentially, that is all you have clearance to know, that several of the previous senior officers were manufacturing and selling illegal biogenic weapons without their Commanding Officer being aware of it, and as such, we are now having to deal with efforts to replace them and replenish the crew of this ship. Fortunately, we're under a new Commanding Officer and once the old issues have been resolved, her command should smooth out quite a bit. Now, I've re-calibrated several of your implants which were only slightly out of calibration. They should be functioning at normal now, according to specs acquired after the return of Voyager with Seven of Nine aboard. Now, if for some reason you experience any problems with the new calibrations, come see me immediately. We aren't sure if the collective is using a standardized one size fits all approach or if they are using a unique calibration for each individual unit. Let's see here. Also, I noticed some minor issues with elevated blood pressure and temperature. A small blood sample will be required in order to ensure that it isn't your body fighting a minor infection. Additionally, I'm giving you a shot to reduce your fever and to bring your blood pressure down some. Come see me in two days for a follow up on the blood sample and also for a quick review to make sure the fever and blood pressure stayed down," he said. "One other thing, don't ask any more questions on the treason and espionage matter, you'll be told what you need to know when the time is right, we don't want to get in trouble for telling you more than you're cleared to know," he added.
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Post by Ensign Duet on Jul 7, 2014 21:21:41 GMT
Ensign Duet strode across the transparent gangway attaching Starbase 621 to the Deimos; a cadet's march -- back straight and steps evenly spaced. She traveled light with only a three-quarters empty duffel slung over one shoulder and a toolkit gripped tight in her left hand. Her PADD ('security blanket' is what Zina called it) was fastened to her waist. Around her familys embraced and bid farewell to each other and she passed a dozen crewmen gazing longingly at the starship and posing for holocaptures before boarding. A pair of gold-uniformed security personnel stood at the end of the gangway, passing a scanner across all who sought entry.
The one on the left aimed the scanner at her and a second later a feminine, computerized voice chimed, "Duet. Ensign. Assistant Chief Engineer. Clearance accepted."
"You're all clear, Ensign," the officer smiled. "Welcome aboard."
"Thank you."
In the corridor beyond, Duet paused to address a wall terminal. "Computer. Identify the Chief of Engineering?"
"That information is not available."
Duet arched an eyebrow. "Who is currently supervising the Engineering Department?"
"That information is not available."
"Protocol is for junior engineering officers to check in with the department head. Who should I check in with?"
"That information is not available."
The ensign felt anxiety beginning to creep in and swallowed. "Then... who... where..." If there was one thing Duet did not care for it's not knowing what she is supposed to be doing. "This unit requires direction."
"Please state the location you desire," the computer voice toned.
Oh, this was not good. This is how panic attacks start. "No, not directions. I need direction. Orders. What am I supposed to do?"
"Junior officers are required to check in with their respective department heads immediately upon boarding."
This is not good... not good at all... "P~please inform me the moment the Chief Engineer arrives," she stammers nervously and shuffles down the hall. If the Chief Engineer is not here, who do I check in with? The XO? Or Security? Am I supposed to go to medical for review??
As James sat in his office, absolutely dreading what the Supply Officer would find when he finished the inventory he was currently working on, he received notification of the arrival of yet another member of the crew. In fact, notifications were rolling in in a pretty steady stream as the personnel said their goodbyes and came aboard. One name caught his immediate attention. Her name was Duet, and she was a liberated Borg. This would mean having to periodically correct issues with her Borg implants. While her medical record, transmitted from the Academy, seemed to be pretty normal, he saw that she would soon be due for another examination, so he might as well get it done with as soon as possible. He quickly tapped his combadge.
=/\= "Doctor Stewart to Ensign Duet. Please report to sickbay as soon as you get a chance. While it isn't due for a couple of weeks yet, I'd like to conduct your annual physical, make sure that everything is alright, and validate the previous physical. Additionally, this will allow me to enter you into our database as an active member of the crew and will prevent any possibility of you being removed from the active list due to the lack of a physical if you find yourself too busy in the coming weeks to come in and have it done," he said. He thought perhaps the thorough explanation for wanting to do it as soon as possible, and pointing out the ramifications of not doing it on time, might just be what she needed to get it done as soon as possible.
Duet waited patiently for the verbose doctor to finish, then simply replied =/\= "Acknowledged. On my way." She turned for the turbolift, silently thankful for the doctor's fortuitous timing as it was granting her the direction she needed. For the time being.
Sickbay
Finding sickbay was a simple matter; she had memorized every deck, corridor and Jefferies tube of Steamrunner class starships during her voyage to the Starbase. The door opened with an audible *swish* and the ensign stepped through. "Hello. Ensign Duet reporting."
"Ah, yes, Ensign. I didn't necessarily mean for you to report here bags and all, I was merely suggesting that after unpacking you might want to see me. But, since you're here, when would you like to schedule your examination for? I have all times and all days currently available, at least, until I'm done reviewing everyone's medical records. I just happen to be snagging new crew as they come on board," explained James as Henry stepped out of the Pharmacy and into the main sickbay.
"My presence is not currently required for other duties," Duet replied politely and set her toolkit and light duffel against the wall. "Delaying will only be a later inconvenience." She turned and climbed up onto the edge of an examination table, sitting straight with her legs hanging off the edge. "Can you tell me who this ship's Chief of Engineering is? The computer has been unhelpful."
"Well, Ensign, here's the thing. We don't actually have a Chief Engineer at this time," said James. "According to the records I could access, the Chief Engineer who was supposed to be assigned to us was arrested for treason and espionage," he continued.
Looking over his shoulder he hollered at the supply officer, "Get me a medical tricorder, a cortical stimulator, a sonic retinal dilator, an optical nerve tester, and also a microscrewdriver," he ordered.
As the supply officer brought over the equipment, James immediately saw something that was wrong. "Ensign, I said a sonic retinal dilator...NOT a laser scalpel. I would suggest that you correct the deficiency immediately. Additionally, you have just proven that you don't know what half the stuff you have been requisitioning without anyone in sickbay authorizing the requisitions has been. Fix the deficiency immediately and do NOT ever place requisition orders on behalf of my sickbay ever again," he added as he turned back to Duet and began the Ensign's physical.
"Ensign, have you been experiencing any pain associated with any of your remaining implants lately?" he asked as he ran the medical tricorder over her.
"No, sir," Duet replied with hands folded in her lap. The doctor's outburst towards his subordinate was unexpected, but didn't elicit a response from the new ensign. The news of the ship's Chief Engineer, however, sparked her curiosity. "Treason and espionage?" she prompted. "What did they do?" She paused a moment in thought and mused aloud, "I hope they were discovered before they were able board."
"Well, it would seem that they were in collusion with the previous Chief Medical Officer," explained James as he continued his scans and made a couple minor adjustments to her implants to get them back into what modern medicine defined as perfect calibration. "To create biogenic weapons. It turns out that Starfleet finally caught onto the scheme when Starfleet Medical conducted a thorough examination of all medical requisitions within our particular fleet. This ship was discovered as having been requisitioning a whole lot of things that we shouldn't have needed or didn't need. We're still dealing with the fallout from it and having to return items that were requested in excesses while getting what was never requisitioned but should have been. They weren't caught before boarding, but rather when they attempted to take and sell the manufactured and thoroughly concealed biogenic weapons on the black market," he said as he finished the examination. "Essentially, that is all you have clearance to know, that several of the previous senior officers were manufacturing and selling illegal biogenic weapons without their Commanding Officer being aware of it, and as such, we are now having to deal with efforts to replace them and replenish the crew of this ship. Fortunately, we're under a new Commanding Officer and once the old issues have been resolved, her command should smooth out quite a bit. Now, I've re-calibrated several of your implants which were only slightly out of calibration. They should be functioning at normal now, according to specs acquired after the return of Voyager with Seven of Nine aboard. Now, if for some reason you experience any problems with the new calibrations, come see me immediately. We aren't sure if the collective is using a standardized one size fits all approach or if they are using a unique calibration for each individual unit. Let's see here. Also, I noticed some minor issues with elevated blood pressure and temperature. A small blood sample will be required in order to ensure that it isn't your body fighting a minor infection. Additionally, I'm giving you a shot to reduce your fever and to bring your blood pressure down some. Come see me in two days for a follow up on the blood sample and also for a quick review to make sure the fever and blood pressure stayed down," he said. "One other thing, don't ask any more questions on the treason and espionage matter, you'll be told what you need to know when the time is right, we don't want to get in trouble for telling you more than you're cleared to know," he added.
"Of course," replied Duet as the doctor finished adjusting her ocular prosthesis. She had other questions, such was her curious nature, but kept them to herself. The doctor was almost certainly correct in believing she did not have the appropriate clearance. "I should check in with whoever is currently supervising engineering to see if they require assistance. If any of the presumed traitors had access to the ship's systems, especially priority access, protocol would call for a Level 5 Security-mode Diagnostic be run on all systems including a purge of the datacore. That is a lengthy and laborious process," Duet explained as she stood from the exam table, but did not turn for the exit. Instead she politely prompted the doctor with, "If your examination is complete..."
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Post by James Edward Stewart IV on Jul 8, 2014 6:15:46 GMT
Ensign Duet strode across the transparent gangway attaching Starbase 621 to the Deimos; a cadet's march -- back straight and steps evenly spaced. She traveled light with only a three-quarters empty duffel slung over one shoulder and a toolkit gripped tight in her left hand. Her PADD ('security blanket' is what Zina called it) was fastened to her waist. Around her familys embraced and bid farewell to each other and she passed a dozen crewmen gazing longingly at the starship and posing for holocaptures before boarding. A pair of gold-uniformed security personnel stood at the end of the gangway, passing a scanner across all who sought entry.
The one on the left aimed the scanner at her and a second later a feminine, computerized voice chimed, "Duet. Ensign. Assistant Chief Engineer. Clearance accepted."
"You're all clear, Ensign," the officer smiled. "Welcome aboard."
"Thank you."
In the corridor beyond, Duet paused to address a wall terminal. "Computer. Identify the Chief of Engineering?"
"That information is not available."
Duet arched an eyebrow. "Who is currently supervising the Engineering Department?"
"That information is not available."
"Protocol is for junior engineering officers to check in with the department head. Who should I check in with?"
"That information is not available."
The ensign felt anxiety beginning to creep in and swallowed. "Then... who... where..." If there was one thing Duet did not care for it's not knowing what she is supposed to be doing. "This unit requires direction."
"Please state the location you desire," the computer voice toned.
Oh, this was not good. This is how panic attacks start. "No, not directions. I need direction. Orders. What am I supposed to do?"
"Junior officers are required to check in with their respective department heads immediately upon boarding."
This is not good... not good at all... "P~please inform me the moment the Chief Engineer arrives," she stammers nervously and shuffles down the hall. If the Chief Engineer is not here, who do I check in with? The XO? Or Security? Am I supposed to go to medical for review??
As James sat in his office, absolutely dreading what the Supply Officer would find when he finished the inventory he was currently working on, he received notification of the arrival of yet another member of the crew. In fact, notifications were rolling in in a pretty steady stream as the personnel said their goodbyes and came aboard. One name caught his immediate attention. Her name was Duet, and she was a liberated Borg. This would mean having to periodically correct issues with her Borg implants. While her medical record, transmitted from the Academy, seemed to be pretty normal, he saw that she would soon be due for another examination, so he might as well get it done with as soon as possible. He quickly tapped his combadge.
=/\= "Doctor Stewart to Ensign Duet. Please report to sickbay as soon as you get a chance. While it isn't due for a couple of weeks yet, I'd like to conduct your annual physical, make sure that everything is alright, and validate the previous physical. Additionally, this will allow me to enter you into our database as an active member of the crew and will prevent any possibility of you being removed from the active list due to the lack of a physical if you find yourself too busy in the coming weeks to come in and have it done," he said. He thought perhaps the thorough explanation for wanting to do it as soon as possible, and pointing out the ramifications of not doing it on time, might just be what she needed to get it done as soon as possible.
Duet waited patiently for the verbose doctor to finish, then simply replied =/\= "Acknowledged. On my way." She turned for the turbolift, silently thankful for the doctor's fortuitous timing as it was granting her the direction she needed. For the time being.
Sickbay
Finding sickbay was a simple matter; she had memorized every deck, corridor and Jefferies tube of Steamrunner class starships during her voyage to the Starbase. The door opened with an audible *swish* and the ensign stepped through. "Hello. Ensign Duet reporting."
"Ah, yes, Ensign. I didn't necessarily mean for you to report here bags and all, I was merely suggesting that after unpacking you might want to see me. But, since you're here, when would you like to schedule your examination for? I have all times and all days currently available, at least, until I'm done reviewing everyone's medical records. I just happen to be snagging new crew as they come on board," explained James as Henry stepped out of the Pharmacy and into the main sickbay.
"My presence is not currently required for other duties," Duet replied politely and set her toolkit and light duffel against the wall. "Delaying will only be a later inconvenience." She turned and climbed up onto the edge of an examination table, sitting straight with her legs hanging off the edge. "Can you tell me who this ship's Chief of Engineering is? The computer has been unhelpful."
"Well, Ensign, here's the thing. We don't actually have a Chief Engineer at this time," said James. "According to the records I could access, the Chief Engineer who was supposed to be assigned to us was arrested for treason and espionage," he continued.
Looking over his shoulder he hollered at the supply officer, "Get me a medical tricorder, a cortical stimulator, a sonic retinal dilator, an optical nerve tester, and also a microscrewdriver," he ordered.
As the supply officer brought over the equipment, James immediately saw something that was wrong. "Ensign, I said a sonic retinal dilator...NOT a laser scalpel. I would suggest that you correct the deficiency immediately. Additionally, you have just proven that you don't know what half the stuff you have been requisitioning without anyone in sickbay authorizing the requisitions has been. Fix the deficiency immediately and do NOT ever place requisition orders on behalf of my sickbay ever again," he added as he turned back to Duet and began the Ensign's physical.
"Ensign, have you been experiencing any pain associated with any of your remaining implants lately?" he asked as he ran the medical tricorder over her.
"No, sir," Duet replied with hands folded in her lap. The doctor's outburst towards his subordinate was unexpected, but didn't elicit a response from the new ensign. The news of the ship's Chief Engineer, however, sparked her curiosity. "Treason and espionage?" she prompted. "What did they do?" She paused a moment in thought and mused aloud, "I hope they were discovered before they were able board."
"Well, it would seem that they were in collusion with the previous Chief Medical Officer," explained James as he continued his scans and made a couple minor adjustments to her implants to get them back into what modern medicine defined as perfect calibration. "To create biogenic weapons. It turns out that Starfleet finally caught onto the scheme when Starfleet Medical conducted a thorough examination of all medical requisitions within our particular fleet. This ship was discovered as having been requisitioning a whole lot of things that we shouldn't have needed or didn't need. We're still dealing with the fallout from it and having to return items that were requested in excesses while getting what was never requisitioned but should have been. They weren't caught before boarding, but rather when they attempted to take and sell the manufactured and thoroughly concealed biogenic weapons on the black market," he said as he finished the examination. "Essentially, that is all you have clearance to know, that several of the previous senior officers were manufacturing and selling illegal biogenic weapons without their Commanding Officer being aware of it, and as such, we are now having to deal with efforts to replace them and replenish the crew of this ship. Fortunately, we're under a new Commanding Officer and once the old issues have been resolved, her command should smooth out quite a bit. Now, I've re-calibrated several of your implants which were only slightly out of calibration. They should be functioning at normal now, according to specs acquired after the return of Voyager with Seven of Nine aboard. Now, if for some reason you experience any problems with the new calibrations, come see me immediately. We aren't sure if the collective is using a standardized one size fits all approach or if they are using a unique calibration for each individual unit. Let's see here. Also, I noticed some minor issues with elevated blood pressure and temperature. A small blood sample will be required in order to ensure that it isn't your body fighting a minor infection. Additionally, I'm giving you a shot to reduce your fever and to bring your blood pressure down some. Come see me in two days for a follow up on the blood sample and also for a quick review to make sure the fever and blood pressure stayed down," he said. "One other thing, don't ask any more questions on the treason and espionage matter, you'll be told what you need to know when the time is right, we don't want to get in trouble for telling you more than you're cleared to know," he added.
"Of course," replied Duet as the doctor finished adjusting her ocular prosthesis. She had other questions, such was her curious nature, but kept them to herself. The doctor was almost certainly correct in believing she did not have the appropriate clearance. "I should check in with whoever is currently supervising engineering to see if they require assistance. If any of the presumed traitors had access to the ship's systems, especially priority access, protocol would call for a Level 5 Security-mode Diagnostic be run on all systems including a purge of the datacore. That is a lengthy and laborious process," Duet explained as she stood from the exam table, but did not turn for the exit. Instead she politely prompted the doctor with, "If your examination is complete..."
"Of course, Ensign. You may leave. Remember to see me in a couple of days for the followup on the items we discussed," replied James as he escorted her to the sickbay door.
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Post by Ensign Duet on Jul 11, 2014 1:18:10 GMT
Ensign Duet strode across the transparent gangway attaching Starbase 621 to the Deimos; a cadet's march -- back straight and steps evenly spaced. She traveled light with only a three-quarters empty duffel slung over one shoulder and a toolkit gripped tight in her left hand. Her PADD ('security blanket' is what Zina called it) was fastened to her waist. Around her familys embraced and bid farewell to each other and she passed a dozen crewmen gazing longingly at the starship and posing for holocaptures before boarding. A pair of gold-uniformed security personnel stood at the end of the gangway, passing a scanner across all who sought entry.
The one on the left aimed the scanner at her and a second later a feminine, computerized voice chimed, "Duet. Ensign. Assistant Chief Engineer. Clearance accepted."
"You're all clear, Ensign," the officer smiled. "Welcome aboard."
"Thank you."
In the corridor beyond, Duet paused to address a wall terminal. "Computer. Identify the Chief of Engineering?"
"That information is not available."
Duet arched an eyebrow. "Who is currently supervising the Engineering Department?"
"That information is not available."
"Protocol is for junior engineering officers to check in with the department head. Who should I check in with?"
"That information is not available."
The ensign felt anxiety beginning to creep in and swallowed. "Then... who... where..." If there was one thing Duet did not care for it's not knowing what she is supposed to be doing. "This unit requires direction."
"Please state the location you desire," the computer voice toned.
Oh, this was not good. This is how panic attacks start. "No, not directions. I need direction. Orders. What am I supposed to do?"
"Junior officers are required to check in with their respective department heads immediately upon boarding."
This is not good... not good at all... "P~please inform me the moment the Chief Engineer arrives," she stammers nervously and shuffles down the hall. If the Chief Engineer is not here, who do I check in with? The XO? Or Security? Am I supposed to go to medical for review??
As James sat in his office, absolutely dreading what the Supply Officer would find when he finished the inventory he was currently working on, he received notification of the arrival of yet another member of the crew. In fact, notifications were rolling in in a pretty steady stream as the personnel said their goodbyes and came aboard. One name caught his immediate attention. Her name was Duet, and she was a liberated Borg. This would mean having to periodically correct issues with her Borg implants. While her medical record, transmitted from the Academy, seemed to be pretty normal, he saw that she would soon be due for another examination, so he might as well get it done with as soon as possible. He quickly tapped his combadge.
=/\= "Doctor Stewart to Ensign Duet. Please report to sickbay as soon as you get a chance. While it isn't due for a couple of weeks yet, I'd like to conduct your annual physical, make sure that everything is alright, and validate the previous physical. Additionally, this will allow me to enter you into our database as an active member of the crew and will prevent any possibility of you being removed from the active list due to the lack of a physical if you find yourself too busy in the coming weeks to come in and have it done," he said. He thought perhaps the thorough explanation for wanting to do it as soon as possible, and pointing out the ramifications of not doing it on time, might just be what she needed to get it done as soon as possible.
Duet waited patiently for the verbose doctor to finish, then simply replied =/\= "Acknowledged. On my way." She turned for the turbolift, silently thankful for the doctor's fortuitous timing as it was granting her the direction she needed. For the time being.
Sickbay
Finding sickbay was a simple matter; she had memorized every deck, corridor and Jefferies tube of Steamrunner class starships during her voyage to the Starbase. The door opened with an audible *swish* and the ensign stepped through. "Hello. Ensign Duet reporting."
"Ah, yes, Ensign. I didn't necessarily mean for you to report here bags and all, I was merely suggesting that after unpacking you might want to see me. But, since you're here, when would you like to schedule your examination for? I have all times and all days currently available, at least, until I'm done reviewing everyone's medical records. I just happen to be snagging new crew as they come on board," explained James as Henry stepped out of the Pharmacy and into the main sickbay.
"My presence is not currently required for other duties," Duet replied politely and set her toolkit and light duffel against the wall. "Delaying will only be a later inconvenience." She turned and climbed up onto the edge of an examination table, sitting straight with her legs hanging off the edge. "Can you tell me who this ship's Chief of Engineering is? The computer has been unhelpful."
"Well, Ensign, here's the thing. We don't actually have a Chief Engineer at this time," said James. "According to the records I could access, the Chief Engineer who was supposed to be assigned to us was arrested for treason and espionage," he continued.
Looking over his shoulder he hollered at the supply officer, "Get me a medical tricorder, a cortical stimulator, a sonic retinal dilator, an optical nerve tester, and also a microscrewdriver," he ordered.
As the supply officer brought over the equipment, James immediately saw something that was wrong. "Ensign, I said a sonic retinal dilator...NOT a laser scalpel. I would suggest that you correct the deficiency immediately. Additionally, you have just proven that you don't know what half the stuff you have been requisitioning without anyone in sickbay authorizing the requisitions has been. Fix the deficiency immediately and do NOT ever place requisition orders on behalf of my sickbay ever again," he added as he turned back to Duet and began the Ensign's physical.
"Ensign, have you been experiencing any pain associated with any of your remaining implants lately?" he asked as he ran the medical tricorder over her.
"No, sir," Duet replied with hands folded in her lap. The doctor's outburst towards his subordinate was unexpected, but didn't elicit a response from the new ensign. The news of the ship's Chief Engineer, however, sparked her curiosity. "Treason and espionage?" she prompted. "What did they do?" She paused a moment in thought and mused aloud, "I hope they were discovered before they were able board."
"Well, it would seem that they were in collusion with the previous Chief Medical Officer," explained James as he continued his scans and made a couple minor adjustments to her implants to get them back into what modern medicine defined as perfect calibration. "To create biogenic weapons. It turns out that Starfleet finally caught onto the scheme when Starfleet Medical conducted a thorough examination of all medical requisitions within our particular fleet. This ship was discovered as having been requisitioning a whole lot of things that we shouldn't have needed or didn't need. We're still dealing with the fallout from it and having to return items that were requested in excesses while getting what was never requisitioned but should have been. They weren't caught before boarding, but rather when they attempted to take and sell the manufactured and thoroughly concealed biogenic weapons on the black market," he said as he finished the examination. "Essentially, that is all you have clearance to know, that several of the previous senior officers were manufacturing and selling illegal biogenic weapons without their Commanding Officer being aware of it, and as such, we are now having to deal with efforts to replace them and replenish the crew of this ship. Fortunately, we're under a new Commanding Officer and once the old issues have been resolved, her command should smooth out quite a bit. Now, I've re-calibrated several of your implants which were only slightly out of calibration. They should be functioning at normal now, according to specs acquired after the return of Voyager with Seven of Nine aboard. Now, if for some reason you experience any problems with the new calibrations, come see me immediately. We aren't sure if the collective is using a standardized one size fits all approach or if they are using a unique calibration for each individual unit. Let's see here. Also, I noticed some minor issues with elevated blood pressure and temperature. A small blood sample will be required in order to ensure that it isn't your body fighting a minor infection. Additionally, I'm giving you a shot to reduce your fever and to bring your blood pressure down some. Come see me in two days for a follow up on the blood sample and also for a quick review to make sure the fever and blood pressure stayed down," he said. "One other thing, don't ask any more questions on the treason and espionage matter, you'll be told what you need to know when the time is right, we don't want to get in trouble for telling you more than you're cleared to know," he added.
"Of course," replied Duet as the doctor finished adjusting her ocular prosthesis. She had other questions, such was her curious nature, but kept them to herself. The doctor was almost certainly correct in believing she did not have the appropriate clearance. "I should check in with whoever is currently supervising engineering to see if they require assistance. If any of the presumed traitors had access to the ship's systems, especially priority access, protocol would call for a Level 5 Security-mode Diagnostic be run on all systems including a purge of the datacore. That is a lengthy and laborious process," Duet explained as she stood from the exam table, but did not turn for the exit. Instead she politely prompted the doctor with, "If your examination is complete..."
"Of course, Ensign. You may leave. Remember to see me in a couple of days for the followup on the items we discussed," replied James as he escorted her to the sickbay door.
"Thank you, Doctor. It was nice meeting you," Duet said with a forced smile before fetching her belongings and exiting the sickbay.
TAG anyone who'd like to interact. Otherwise I imagine Duet will be dropping her things off at her quarters and visiting engineering.
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