Post by Michelle Aekalu on Jul 18, 2014 4:45:14 GMT
"Computer, has Lieutenant Commander Aekalu reported aboard yet?" asked James. He was sick and tired of waiting on the announcements from the computer, and since the Executive Officer was usually among the first arrivals, he could only assume that something had gone awry with his early alert system.
"Affirmative," came the irritatingly monotonous voice of this particular computer.
"When?" he demanded of the computer as he let out an exasperated sigh.
"0845 Security Scans of Lieutenant Commander Aekalu conducted prior to boarding the USS Deimos. 0900, Lieutenant Commander Aekalu contacts Commanding Officer to schedule a meeting to report to Commanding Officer," reported the computer.
"Computer, why were automatic notifications of the Commanding Officer and the Chief Medical Officer not conducted?" he inquired as he glared at the computer.
"Command Override was utilized to disable automatic notifications of Command Department arrivals," reported the computer.
"Who initiated the override and when did it enter and exit effect?" he demanded.
"Unable to verify requested information. Information is classified," replied the computer.
"Dammit!!!," bellowed James as he brought his fist down against the cold hard desk. "Doctor Stewart to Lieutenant Commander Aekalu," he said as he tapped his combadge. "Please report to sickbay for routine medical examination immediately," he requested as he tried to keep his tone of voice steady and level. He was undoubtedly going to have to yell into her pointed Vulcan ears some if he wanted to get her to pay attention and learn what was needed by medical, or so he thought, completely discarding the Romulan majority of her DNA, given that the Romulans and Vulcans were distant cousins, he never really acknowledged them as being different species.
Still contemplating the parting words of Doctor Tae, Michelle stood in the starboard lounge with a cup of tea in hand. Being one of starfleets smaller designs, the lounge was a glorified and undersized cafe with a view of the head of the starboard nacelle and some stars around the edges. It was oddly comforting. She returned to studying specs and performance details of the class and the Diemos in particular. She wondered were the Phobos was, she fully expected the other wanderer of the underdark was likely one digit to either side of her new ship. She took a sip of her tea.
"Doctor Stewart to Lieutenant Commander Aekalu," her combadge chirped to announce the voice speaking to her from what she expected was sickbay, "please report to sickbay for routine medical examination immediately."
She looked out towards the starry sweep in the crescent of the viewport that wasn't nacelle or starbase respectively. It was calming to see it again so soon. She could easily have ended up in a brig somewhere. She took another sip of her tea. She swallowed and savored, tea was best savored. Tapping her combadge she responded to the command. "I'm extremely busy at the moment, Doctor Stewart. Perhaps it would be best if I rescheduled."
"Ma'am, the computer currently shows you as being in the lounge. Medical records currently indicate that you presently have eleven hours, twenty-two minutes, forty-five seconds, and twelve nanoseconds until you are due for your physical examination. You can either report here for it now, or you can schedule an appointment at some point in the next twelve hours. Given the number of people I will have to give exams to, especially with the fresh academy graduates aboard, I can't guarantee any appointments other than now," he said as he tried to convey the importance of this matter. "Should your examination not be completed by the aforementioned deadline, the computer is set to automatically relieve you of duty and deactivate any codes and accesses you may have until you are once again deemed fit for duty," he added. He was sure she could appreciate the importance of the issue at hand, but he wasn't sure she would understand the severity of what would happen if she were removed from the active duty roster.
Twelve nano-seconds?
Michelle cracked a smile at the thought. Nanoseconds were billionths of seconds, it took several hundred million of them just to utter the phrase 'twelve nanoseconds'. It made her wonder if he had thought to time it so she had twelve of them left when he had completed informing her of that total or if that timestamp dated from the start of his sentance? She had used several billion of them just thinking about the issue. But, still, he was taking a tone with her, she did not like people whose first resort was bullying. She took another sip of her tea.
She tapped her badge once more. "If you are having trouble managing your workload, Doctor, I could talk to the Captain about arranging to get you some more assistance. Or perhaps the administrative requirements of running a department are getting in the way. Let me know, I am here to help." She generally maintained an even neutral tone, people usually expected she was Vulcan and formally she had always adopted their stoic mannerisms. She fully expected the ships Doctor would have more complete information but it had become habit for her. It was just easier, and she looked forward to the strange expressions she got the first time they saw her smile or heard her laugh.
"Actually, you pointy eared, green blooded, logical computer, the difficulty arises because people like you seem to feel that getting your physical examinations on schedule is optional, or completely disregard reminders about them. You've been informed how long you have to get it done, I look forward to seeing you before your accesses fall inactive. If they do fall inactive, I will make sure to schedule you as far out from that point as possible, which means that I will ensure that you get lots of time being of no use to the crew and that you get all the rest and relaxation you can handle," he added as he tried not to snarl or growl into his combadge.
She considered reliving him of duty for insubordination, but escalating a petty squabble to such lengths was somewhat less than starfleetish. Then for a moment she considered shooting him, but the Admiral had been firm about her not doing that anymore. Michelle decided to let the good Doctor have his moment. "Very well, Doctor Stewart, but I expect in the future to be given more than five minutes notice of any appointment."
"Thank you for your assistance in scheduling your appointment," he said with a grin on his face. He himself had considered phasering the crew on stun in order to drag each of them to sickbay, but for now it seemed that such an action wouldn't be necessary. "How does five hours from now, 1500 sound?" he asked. "That should be more than the five minutes notice you thought I was giving you," he added with a slick grin. He was sure that given the choice between now and advanced warning she would probably take the advanced warning, however, he had found that dealing with crewmembers who were reluctant to do physicals was often like a game of chess...you could never tell who was going to win until the King had finally fallen.
Michelle had in the last five or so minutes been bullied, cajoled, and finally blackmailed in what was apparently a game to the chief medical officer. "No, mister Stewart, the immediate appointment will do at this time. It will be followed by your department review. Aekalu out." She returned her tea to the server and smiled politely, her last smile as she stalked through the corridors of the Deimos arriving at sickbay rather quickly even given the relative small size of the class.
The doors whooshed aside if for their own protection as the glaring lithe figure walked in and glared around the chamber. She spotted a nurse busying himself off to the side near the doors she had entered from and stepped over to him. "Are you familiar with the petty blackmailer who runs this department, and if so can you point him out to me?"
"No, ma'am, I'm not familiar with any blackmailer working here," replied Henry, "However, if you are looking for the Chief Medical Officer, he has been temporarily called away on an emergency," he added.
"Has he." Michelle did not seem to trust the convenient timing of the emergency in question. "We'll are there any other people available who can handle a routine physical?"
"Actually, ma'am, we only have one licensed Doctor on this ship," replied Henry. "However, I can get you ready for the physical and do the preliminary readings while we wait for him to return," he added.
"You are much nicer and less criminally inclined than the CMO." Michelle offered her hand. "A pleasure to meet you, I am Commander Michelle Aekalu, please call me Michelle."
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Commander," replied Henry. "As for that criminally inclined individual," he added. "He is my husband, and he has dealt with people who simply refused to report to sickbay until the very last second available. This has in the past resulted with an overloaded and overburdened sickbay. I hope you'll excuse his poor manners, but he is trying to keep that from happening this time around, and because you were the crewmember who was due most immediately, I don't doubt that he concluded that you were attempting to do the same routine, and thus his manners flew out the window along with his logic and reasoning," he explained.
"Well he is fortunate there is an emergency. And if I ever find out to the contrary, well, sometimes the hull needs painting at warp." Michelle walked over to and empty diagnostic bed and sat on the edge. "Right, prod away, the sooner I can get to actually reporting on board. I find it odd that I had an appointment for a physical before Ive met the CO."
"You haven't reported to the Commanding Officer yet, ma'am?" replied Henry as he did a standard scan using his medical tricorder. "Well, your blood pressure and temperature would seem to be at roughly Vulcan normal," he said as he entered the readings into her medical chart.
As he grabbed a hypospray and drew a quick vial of blood, James casually strolled into sickbay with his medical bag in hand.
"Ma'am, I apologize about that. We had an accident on the holodeck. Someone's child nearly drowned in a river. To top it off, I had to apply a dermal regenerator to a nasty gash that in the old days would have required stitches. Additionally his playmate had a broken arm that I had to set," he explained as he glanced over the chart. "Commander, I see that your readings seem to be within normal ranges for a Vulcan. Unfortunately, I am not that familiar with Romulan physiology, so I can't say for certain what normal is. Based off of your previous checkups, I would be inclined to say that you are running a fever of about 5.3 degrees and that your blood pressure is around a quarter of what your normal readings would seem to be," he explained as he looked it over. "It appears that Henry has drawn the blood necessary to check for any viruses or illnesses that you may be carrying. You will need to follow up on the results of that in about two days to make sure that everything reads out fine," he added.
She looked in almost total bewilderment at the Doctor for at least twelve seconds. "So he just said I was fine and normal and then you say I have a five degree fever? A near life threatening fever I havent noticed? Which isn't such a problem because apparently my blood pressure is significantly below the level required to keep my veins and arteries from collapsing? And even that isnt the real problem. The real problem is apparently we have a holodeck that allows the safety controls to be turned off when children are present!?"
She waited as if for a response but the huffed as the Doctor looked about to speak and turned on the dime and stormed out of sickbay. "Do let me know if I turn out to have the Pradeian speckled plague before my speen explodes." There was one comfort as she walked out to look for the engineering team at the holodeck, she could feel her blood pressure had increased dramatically.
"Affirmative," came the irritatingly monotonous voice of this particular computer.
"When?" he demanded of the computer as he let out an exasperated sigh.
"0845 Security Scans of Lieutenant Commander Aekalu conducted prior to boarding the USS Deimos. 0900, Lieutenant Commander Aekalu contacts Commanding Officer to schedule a meeting to report to Commanding Officer," reported the computer.
"Computer, why were automatic notifications of the Commanding Officer and the Chief Medical Officer not conducted?" he inquired as he glared at the computer.
"Command Override was utilized to disable automatic notifications of Command Department arrivals," reported the computer.
"Who initiated the override and when did it enter and exit effect?" he demanded.
"Unable to verify requested information. Information is classified," replied the computer.
"Dammit!!!," bellowed James as he brought his fist down against the cold hard desk. "Doctor Stewart to Lieutenant Commander Aekalu," he said as he tapped his combadge. "Please report to sickbay for routine medical examination immediately," he requested as he tried to keep his tone of voice steady and level. He was undoubtedly going to have to yell into her pointed Vulcan ears some if he wanted to get her to pay attention and learn what was needed by medical, or so he thought, completely discarding the Romulan majority of her DNA, given that the Romulans and Vulcans were distant cousins, he never really acknowledged them as being different species.
Still contemplating the parting words of Doctor Tae, Michelle stood in the starboard lounge with a cup of tea in hand. Being one of starfleets smaller designs, the lounge was a glorified and undersized cafe with a view of the head of the starboard nacelle and some stars around the edges. It was oddly comforting. She returned to studying specs and performance details of the class and the Diemos in particular. She wondered were the Phobos was, she fully expected the other wanderer of the underdark was likely one digit to either side of her new ship. She took a sip of her tea.
"Doctor Stewart to Lieutenant Commander Aekalu," her combadge chirped to announce the voice speaking to her from what she expected was sickbay, "please report to sickbay for routine medical examination immediately."
She looked out towards the starry sweep in the crescent of the viewport that wasn't nacelle or starbase respectively. It was calming to see it again so soon. She could easily have ended up in a brig somewhere. She took another sip of her tea. She swallowed and savored, tea was best savored. Tapping her combadge she responded to the command. "I'm extremely busy at the moment, Doctor Stewart. Perhaps it would be best if I rescheduled."
"Ma'am, the computer currently shows you as being in the lounge. Medical records currently indicate that you presently have eleven hours, twenty-two minutes, forty-five seconds, and twelve nanoseconds until you are due for your physical examination. You can either report here for it now, or you can schedule an appointment at some point in the next twelve hours. Given the number of people I will have to give exams to, especially with the fresh academy graduates aboard, I can't guarantee any appointments other than now," he said as he tried to convey the importance of this matter. "Should your examination not be completed by the aforementioned deadline, the computer is set to automatically relieve you of duty and deactivate any codes and accesses you may have until you are once again deemed fit for duty," he added. He was sure she could appreciate the importance of the issue at hand, but he wasn't sure she would understand the severity of what would happen if she were removed from the active duty roster.
Twelve nano-seconds?
Michelle cracked a smile at the thought. Nanoseconds were billionths of seconds, it took several hundred million of them just to utter the phrase 'twelve nanoseconds'. It made her wonder if he had thought to time it so she had twelve of them left when he had completed informing her of that total or if that timestamp dated from the start of his sentance? She had used several billion of them just thinking about the issue. But, still, he was taking a tone with her, she did not like people whose first resort was bullying. She took another sip of her tea.
She tapped her badge once more. "If you are having trouble managing your workload, Doctor, I could talk to the Captain about arranging to get you some more assistance. Or perhaps the administrative requirements of running a department are getting in the way. Let me know, I am here to help." She generally maintained an even neutral tone, people usually expected she was Vulcan and formally she had always adopted their stoic mannerisms. She fully expected the ships Doctor would have more complete information but it had become habit for her. It was just easier, and she looked forward to the strange expressions she got the first time they saw her smile or heard her laugh.
"Actually, you pointy eared, green blooded, logical computer, the difficulty arises because people like you seem to feel that getting your physical examinations on schedule is optional, or completely disregard reminders about them. You've been informed how long you have to get it done, I look forward to seeing you before your accesses fall inactive. If they do fall inactive, I will make sure to schedule you as far out from that point as possible, which means that I will ensure that you get lots of time being of no use to the crew and that you get all the rest and relaxation you can handle," he added as he tried not to snarl or growl into his combadge.
She considered reliving him of duty for insubordination, but escalating a petty squabble to such lengths was somewhat less than starfleetish. Then for a moment she considered shooting him, but the Admiral had been firm about her not doing that anymore. Michelle decided to let the good Doctor have his moment. "Very well, Doctor Stewart, but I expect in the future to be given more than five minutes notice of any appointment."
"Thank you for your assistance in scheduling your appointment," he said with a grin on his face. He himself had considered phasering the crew on stun in order to drag each of them to sickbay, but for now it seemed that such an action wouldn't be necessary. "How does five hours from now, 1500 sound?" he asked. "That should be more than the five minutes notice you thought I was giving you," he added with a slick grin. He was sure that given the choice between now and advanced warning she would probably take the advanced warning, however, he had found that dealing with crewmembers who were reluctant to do physicals was often like a game of chess...you could never tell who was going to win until the King had finally fallen.
Michelle had in the last five or so minutes been bullied, cajoled, and finally blackmailed in what was apparently a game to the chief medical officer. "No, mister Stewart, the immediate appointment will do at this time. It will be followed by your department review. Aekalu out." She returned her tea to the server and smiled politely, her last smile as she stalked through the corridors of the Deimos arriving at sickbay rather quickly even given the relative small size of the class.
The doors whooshed aside if for their own protection as the glaring lithe figure walked in and glared around the chamber. She spotted a nurse busying himself off to the side near the doors she had entered from and stepped over to him. "Are you familiar with the petty blackmailer who runs this department, and if so can you point him out to me?"
"No, ma'am, I'm not familiar with any blackmailer working here," replied Henry, "However, if you are looking for the Chief Medical Officer, he has been temporarily called away on an emergency," he added.
"Has he." Michelle did not seem to trust the convenient timing of the emergency in question. "We'll are there any other people available who can handle a routine physical?"
"Actually, ma'am, we only have one licensed Doctor on this ship," replied Henry. "However, I can get you ready for the physical and do the preliminary readings while we wait for him to return," he added.
"You are much nicer and less criminally inclined than the CMO." Michelle offered her hand. "A pleasure to meet you, I am Commander Michelle Aekalu, please call me Michelle."
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Commander," replied Henry. "As for that criminally inclined individual," he added. "He is my husband, and he has dealt with people who simply refused to report to sickbay until the very last second available. This has in the past resulted with an overloaded and overburdened sickbay. I hope you'll excuse his poor manners, but he is trying to keep that from happening this time around, and because you were the crewmember who was due most immediately, I don't doubt that he concluded that you were attempting to do the same routine, and thus his manners flew out the window along with his logic and reasoning," he explained.
"Well he is fortunate there is an emergency. And if I ever find out to the contrary, well, sometimes the hull needs painting at warp." Michelle walked over to and empty diagnostic bed and sat on the edge. "Right, prod away, the sooner I can get to actually reporting on board. I find it odd that I had an appointment for a physical before Ive met the CO."
"You haven't reported to the Commanding Officer yet, ma'am?" replied Henry as he did a standard scan using his medical tricorder. "Well, your blood pressure and temperature would seem to be at roughly Vulcan normal," he said as he entered the readings into her medical chart.
As he grabbed a hypospray and drew a quick vial of blood, James casually strolled into sickbay with his medical bag in hand.
"Ma'am, I apologize about that. We had an accident on the holodeck. Someone's child nearly drowned in a river. To top it off, I had to apply a dermal regenerator to a nasty gash that in the old days would have required stitches. Additionally his playmate had a broken arm that I had to set," he explained as he glanced over the chart. "Commander, I see that your readings seem to be within normal ranges for a Vulcan. Unfortunately, I am not that familiar with Romulan physiology, so I can't say for certain what normal is. Based off of your previous checkups, I would be inclined to say that you are running a fever of about 5.3 degrees and that your blood pressure is around a quarter of what your normal readings would seem to be," he explained as he looked it over. "It appears that Henry has drawn the blood necessary to check for any viruses or illnesses that you may be carrying. You will need to follow up on the results of that in about two days to make sure that everything reads out fine," he added.
She looked in almost total bewilderment at the Doctor for at least twelve seconds. "So he just said I was fine and normal and then you say I have a five degree fever? A near life threatening fever I havent noticed? Which isn't such a problem because apparently my blood pressure is significantly below the level required to keep my veins and arteries from collapsing? And even that isnt the real problem. The real problem is apparently we have a holodeck that allows the safety controls to be turned off when children are present!?"
She waited as if for a response but the huffed as the Doctor looked about to speak and turned on the dime and stormed out of sickbay. "Do let me know if I turn out to have the Pradeian speckled plague before my speen explodes." There was one comfort as she walked out to look for the engineering team at the holodeck, she could feel her blood pressure had increased dramatically.
