Posted by Cadet James O’Hara (Security Officer) in Sickbay - Cadet O’Hara attending his Physical

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Dr. Rahm Vesta (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Cadet O’Hara attending his Physical

Posted by Cadet James O’Hara (Security Officer) in Sickbay - Cadet O’Hara attending his Physical
O’Hara smiled and nodded his head as he passed by other members of the crew. He had just checked in with his Department Chief and had safely packed away his belongings in his new quarters aboard USS Challenger. The tall Irishman strode through the decks, making his way from the security station on Deck 9 to his next appointment on Deck 12. He was still trying to get used to the damned turbo-lifts, but they were necessary to traverse his various posts. Life as security officer required a fair amount of walking. And he needed to be assured he was in peak physical condition before he even thought of doing his first shift and patrols. Eventually, he reached the belly on the beast and made his way towards the sick-bay.

“Hello there” O’Hara smiled at the Medical Officer manning the reception. “Cadet James O’Hara, I’m here for my mandatory physical.”

~ Cadet O’Hara - Security Officer

NE Aida noticed the tall Irish-looking Cadet as soon as he walked in the Sickbay. She tapped briskly on her PADD.

“Cadet O’Hara, nice to meet you,” she said. “Dr. Rahm will be happy to take your appointment in the CMO’s office directly to your left down the main corridor.” She pointed the cadet toward Rahm Vesta’s office with a tight but friendly smile.

“Be careful–she’s in a mid of a mood.”

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CNO Rahm Vesta’s office had two sections–a normal office that she’d decorated to mirror her personal home office in Bajor with replicated rubberwood paneling and lush drapery and a more clinical area with a biobed, supplies and a sink. Today, her office was stacked full of papers and books as she frantically typed a book chapter on PTSD in Bajoran miners into PADD.

The plump older woman’s eyes were bleary from lack of sleep, but with all the changes after settling in to her CMO roll, the deadline for the book chapter had crept closer and closer until a first draft was due in just a few days.

She took a sip of water and held her head in her hands. Maybe a little nap would help her focus, or a change of pace to get her mind off of the authoritarian Cardassian rule for just a few minutes.

-CMO Rahm Vesta

“Nice to meet you too.” Chirped O’Hara. “Ah, rightio. I hear she’s very busy; thanks for the warning.”

O’Hara was a little bit worried, he knew very well that when someone was tired or overwork (or both) they tended not to entertain his jokes as much. He decided he wasn’t going to interrupt her and just quickly get the physical over. He had heard great things about the CMO, and that she was Bajoran. He hadn’t came across anyone from her end of the quadrant yet in his intergalactic journeys. Gathering his courage, O’Hara marched towards her office. Letting the door slide open, he was presented with a quite barren and clinical space. To be fair, a clinical clinic wasn’t a bad thing. But there was one thing missing; the doctor.

“Hello? Doctor Vesta?”

~ Cadet O’Hara - Security Officer

Dr. Rahm Vesta heard a voice coming from the attached clinical side of her office. She put down the PADD with which she was writing and raised to stand, her body stiff from sitting in the chair too long.

“Excuse me, I’m in my office–I think you’ve entered my exam room door by mistake,” she said. “I’ll be right there.”

She grabbed a tricorder and a medical PADD from the shelf and poked her head through the door to see a tall Cadet looking around her private exam room. She gathered her short plump frame to attention and said, “Yes. I am Dr. Rahm. Vesta is my personal name–unlike the majority of non-Asiatic earth cultures , our family names go first.” She explained. “Now, who exactly are you?”

-CMO Rahm Vesta