Posted by Ensign Thomas Buckingham (Medical Officer) in Medical Check in… I think not! (Tag Medical)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Jonathon DeLaney (Incoming Chief Engineer Officer) in Medical Check in… I think not! (Tag Medical)
Jonathon DeLaney’s brow furrowed in concentration as he stood amidst the scattered components of the replicator in his quarters aboard the USS Ark Angel. With the precision honed through years of engineering expertise, he meticulously examined each circuit and interface, driven by an unwavering determination to uncover the root cause of the malfunction.

The replicator had been a source of frustration for Jonathon, consistently failing to meet his exacting standards. While Starfleet regulations deemed an 80% match acceptable, Jonathon demanded nothing less than perfection—an 89.9% match was his standard, and anything less was simply unacceptable.

=^= “Johnathon DeLaney, Oncoming Chief Engineer USS Ark Angel, a routine crew medical survey has been conducted by the automated ship’s computer system. You are overdue for your onboarding medical check-in. A notification has been sent to the ship’son duty medical officer and Executive Officer,” =^= the ship’s computer interjected, interrupting Jonathon’s focus.

“Computer, I haven’t even started my assignment yet,” Jonathon argued in a gruff tone, his frustration evident.

=^= “Johnathon DeLaney, Oncoming Chief Engineer, started his assignment aboard the USS Ark Angel Stardate 77461.8 at 1600 hours following entrance into Main Engineering. A notification has been sent to the ship’s on duty medical officer and Executive Officer,” =^= the computer countered, its automated response unwavering.

Faced with the persistence of the ship’s systems, Jonathon issued a command with a sense of authority. “Computer, set ‘do not disturb,’ Delaney-Alpha-6-7-8-Zeta,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. He knew he’d have to upload his personal commands later, commands that would restrict access and override to his quarters, office, and Main Engineering—a preemptive measure to keep out any brass from sticking their noses where they didn’t belong.

John
The Chief
USS Ark Angel

Despite the Chief Engineer’s best attempts to not be disturbed, this would be tested when Doctor Buckingham arrived at the door to his quarters and rang the chime. Thomas exhaled slightly as he waited for an answer. He wasn’t accustomed to having to retrieve people to have there boarding check-in performed. To say that he was less than impressed was an understatement. Nonetheless, he tried to not let this cloud his judgement - first impressions and all that… The last thing he wanted was to get off on the wrong foot with the new Engineering Chief. He would just have to be diplomatic about this situation, he told himself.

Ensign Thomas Buckingham
Medical Officer

As the chime echoed through Jonathon’s quarters, breaking the silence that had enveloped him in his relentless pursuit of perfection, he couldn’t help but inwardly curse the interruption. With a heavy sigh, he set aside the tools he had been using to tinker with the replicator and made his way to the door. “Go away,” Jonathon grunted, his voice tinged with irritation as he stood at the threshold of his quarters the door still closed.

“I’m busy,” he added curtly. Jonathon did not attempt to hide his annoyance, his focus already drifting back to the scattered components of the replicator waiting for his attention. “These replicators won’t fix themselves and I’m off duty!”

John
The Chief
USS Ark Angel