Posted by Cadet Nate Holcomb (Doctor) in Cadet Nate Holcomb - Reporting for Duty
Stepping down out of the shuttle, Nate takes in the shuttle bay of the USS Challenger. “Whoa, she’s a beauty. So, this is home for a while; I could certainly do worse.”

How does a cadet not look like a cadet, Nate thinks to himself. Glancing down at his insignia. Yeah, that’s pretty much a dead giveaway. Finally noticing the door to the rest of the ship, “There’s a good start, Nate.” Adjusting his pack over his shoulder and switching his bag to the other hand, Nate heads to the door with a vapor thin façade of confidence. The doors swipe open much quicker than he’d expected. Gathering himself a bit, he steps out into the well-lit hallway. Thankful he’d studied the deck plans for the Challenger, he turns to the right and heads down the hall to the turbolift.

DECK , PLEASE the computer demands.

“Five, no wait . . . three. Uhh . . . medical . . . sickbay. Please.”

THE USS CHALLENGER IS EQUIPPED WITH SEVERAL SICKBAYS. DECK, PLEASE.

“Come on!” Nate exclaims in exasperation. Leaning over to shuffling through his bag, he pulls out his datapad as his pack slips off his shoulder knocking the datapad from his hand. Tossing the pack back over his shoulder, he retrieves the pad wiping the screen off and thumbing it to life. Flicking through several screens, he locates the deckplan files. Scrolling down . . . down . . .

“Six. Deck Six, please.”

Sliding the pad back into the bag, Nate straightens up and notices the placard with the decks and descriptions beside the door. “Oh man,” Nate exhales as he rubs his fingers across his forehead and pushed the sweat into his hairline leaving his hair looking slightly slicked back and clearly out of place.

The door again swipes more quickly than he expected.

DECK SIX

Thankfully, sickbay was laid out just off to the left of the lift. The familiar sterile scent of a medical bay permeates the air. You can do this. You got this. Oh, man.

Barely above a whisper, “Nate Cadet reporting for duty evaluation.” Clearing his throat and speaking a little louder, “I mean, Nate Holcomb . . . Cadet Holcomb . . . reporting for medical evaluation . . . reporting for duty. Uhh, I mean . . . for both, I think. I’m a Starfleet medical cadet from the Academy.”

Seriously?!? You’re a Starfleet medical cadet from the Academy. That’s obvious, you doofus. Where else would you be from? Get it together, Nate. Sweat trickling down the back of his neck. Oh lord, I hope sweat stains don’t show through this uniform.

Ensign Nate Holcomb medical

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IC:
Daphne sat in her office reviewing the patient record sipping her coffee when a voice trailed through sickbay. Leaning slightly to the left she saw the individual to whom the voice belonged. Blue shirt, perfectly pressed, shoes shined one could see their reflection if they looked down: It could only be one of her medical cadets reporting in. Pushing off her desk, Daphne moved to the door frame of her office and casually leaned against it. She was not the type of officer however that felt the need to throw her rank about. It was an only life experience that made one a chief medical officer. Everyone coming through those doors had as much medical knowledge as she did. It was only the fact she had slapped a few more bandaids on boos and administered numerous hypos on patients that had her standing where she was now and the cadet standing where he was. Still, that did not mean she did have things to teach the cadets.

“Daphne Frankenstein…Lieutenant Frankenstein…ready for your medical evaluation,” she repeated his introduction with a smile. To Daphne one of the most important things about being a medical officer was trying to create a calm and inviting space in the medical department along with a huge dose of humor. Her last name helped with the latter tenfold. Her mind drifted for a second wondering if the cadet was confident enough to make a joke about it or would pretend he had no idea of the connection.

While she had not met the man now standing in the middle of her sickbay, she had reviewed his Starfleet jacket. It was filled with glowing recommendations from all his professors about the young cadet’s skill and aptitudes. Any ship was going to be lucky to get this man once he graduated.

Moving across the room she extended her hand.

Lt. Daphne Frankenstien CMO