Posted by Cadet Nate Holcomb (Doctor) in Cadet Nate Holcomb - Reporting for Duty

Posted by Lieutenant Daphne Frankenstein (Chief Medical Officer) in Cadet Nate Holcomb - Reporting for Duty

Posted by Cadet Nate Holcomb (Doctor) in Cadet Nate Holcomb - Reporting for Duty
Stepping down out of the shuttle, Nate took 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 thought 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 headed to the door with a vapor thin façade of confidence. The doors swiped open much quicker than he’d expected. Gathering himself a bit, he steped out into the well-lit hallway. Thankful he’d studied the deck plans for the Challenger, he turned to the right and headed 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 exclaimed in exasperation. Leaning over to shuffling through his bag, he pulled out his datapad as his pack sliped off his shoulder knocking the datapad from his hand. Tossing the pack back over his shoulder, he retrieved the pad, wiped the screen off and thumbed it to life. Flicking through several screens, he located the deckplan files. Scrolling down . . . down . . .

“Six. Deck Six, please.”

Sliding the pad back into the bag, Nate straightened up and noticed the placard with the decks and descriptions beside the door. “Oh man,” Nate exhaled as he rubed 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 swiped 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 permeated the air. You can do this. You got this. Oh, man.

Barely above a whisper, “Nate Cadet reporting for duty evaluation.” Clearing his throat, he spoke 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

OOC: This is a great place to practice the OOC and IC feature of the site. So amazing post. It was brilliant writing and super fun to read. Just remember to sign off on your post at the end so others know who just wrote the post. It would look like this. Ensign Nate Holcomb medical. I put it in for you so you can see.

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

OOC: I made some of the edits we previously discussed offline to my original post above. Let me now if that’s better and if you see anything else I need to work on, please.

IC:

Frankenstein . . . is she messing . . . she has to be messing with me? Right?!? Maybe it’s like a callsign or something? I know the fighter jockeys and people like that get callsigns, but never a medical officer. Well, at least she’s the doctor. It always bothered Nate that people referred to the constructed monster as Frankenstein. Nate pulled his shirt down taunt, straightened his back slightly, and ran the fingers of his left hand through his hair. Extending his other hand, he gripped her hand with the typical handshake taught during the Academy’s interview workshops – neither too firm nor too soft, and three short, precise shakes.

“Lieutenant . . . Fr . . . Frankenstein. Ma’am. Hi, I’m Cadet Holcomb. I look forward to working with you and the rest of your medical department here on the Challenger. According to my briefing materials I’m here to report to duty and obtain an initial medical check-up. Do I need to schedule that or is now a good time? Oh, and looks like I need to visit the Counselor for a fitness for duty evaluation. Where would one do that?”
Has to be a callsign, right?

• Ensign Nate Holcomb – Medical Cadet

Daphne let out a small chuckle as her face lit up with a warm smile. “How about a cup of coffee,” she hooked a thumb behind her towards an office. At times she could not help but find humor in the nervousness of cadets. In a few months they would be strolling around like they owned the place but the first few days they always were a bit hesitant. “We can head over to my office to answer any questions you might have and then I can give you the nickel tour?”

Before Daphne could take two steps however, NE Ronald Blake stopped her in her tracks. Blake, who was also a medical cadet on his training cruise had been retained for further practice instead of being passed through with the rest of the graduates. It was not that Blake was a bad doctor. Blake was more an accident prone doctor and had spent six weeks of his nine weeks in sickbay as a patient and not participating in rounds. Today was no exception. As Daphne and Bill passed him, Blake walked directly into them

The sound of a tricorder, osteo-bone knitter, and half a dozen hypos clattered to the floor as Blake plowed into them not paying attention. “Oh my god I am so sorry doc,” Blake said immediately bending down to pick up everything now scattered on the floor.

“It’s fine,” Daphne replied with a sigh. It was not the first time she had helped clean up a Blake blunder as sickbay affectionately called the man’s mishaps. Unfortunately today would not be a simple clean up. “Lemmmm we heppp ohhhhhh.” Daphne’s voice suddenly seemed to get deeper and she was drawing out each word so that it was sounding more like a moan instead of connected speech. Her eyes seemed to get be getting wider and her body suddenly started to become more rigid and stiff.

Reaching out she put a hand on Nate attempting to steady herself. Looking down she let out a groan. It was getting harder to form words as she felt her muscles starting to seize up. “Eeeeeeeeye poeeeeeeee,” she moaned and grunted out before going stiff as a board and falling backwards.

Lt. Daphne Frankenstien CMO