Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Graven XII - Medical
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Jasmine motioned for her colleague to follow her. “Hello,” she extended her hand to Dr. Deen Hone wondering if he was sweating because he was naturally moist or if he had caught something from his lab. “I am Dr. Wynter and this is my colleague Dr. Baht.”

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO
Shon snapped himself out of his stupor, having been looking around at the new world in a bit of a awed daze. Shon started to raise his hand to give the well-recognized Vulcan greeting common in the Alpha Quadrant, then immediately dropped it to his side again as he remembered where he was. Instead, he just smiled bashfully and inclined his head in greeting to the other doctor. This was Ensign Baht’s first first-contact mission, and he was definitely feeling nervous about it.

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

“Hone,” he said in a gravely tone, then cleared his throat. “Forgive me. Allergy season and I left my spray at home.” He shook hands with a care with her. “Doctor Wynter. Doctor Baht.” He made a noticeable effort to get the names pronounced carefully. “Thank you for coming. I look forward to working with you both.” He looked at the two of them. “Evidently you are both from different worlds. Please, tell me about them. Come. Come with me. I have a transport waiting.”

Nodding she followed Hone in the direction he indicated.

The transport was another van like vehicle not unlike a 20th century SUV only with the top again fully transparent. There was a driving seat and two other seats facing each other in the back that would easily fit them comfortably. A driver fitted in what could be a uniform - that identified as he had a cap on and dark glasses with silver rims. He pressed a switch and the transparent cap telescoped back. At the same time the doors slid open and a foot step swung down into place.
- Wookiee

Are we going on safari, Jasmine thought humorously as she stepped into the vehicle. Inside was plush and comfortable as she settled into a seat. “You are right about us not being from the same homeworld. I come from a planet called Mintara Prime. Five hundred years ago the people of my world left Earth and ventured out. We had a plague that killed over fifty percent of our colonists the first year we landed there resulting in some creative ways to keep the colony alive and thriving. It worked because five hundred years later as you can see we are still here,” she smiled. Aside from the Ministry of Harmony Jasmine was just a plain old Earthling. Hone would be far more interested in Baht.

Jasmine looked at her colleague to take his turn to answer the question posed by their host about his species origins.

Wynter CMO

Shon climbed inside after Doctor Wynter and took his seat, crossing one leg over the other and bouncing it a bit, subconsciously. He looked around for a safety strap to attach if possible. Jasmine’s explanation of her homeworld’s origin caught his attention, and he listened closely as well.

After a couple seconds of awkward silence, Shon muttered an “oh” as he realized it was his turn to speak. “Yes, hi! I’m a bolian, from Bolarus IX. It’s a stormy and oceanic world, quite beautiful really. In fact, the Cliffs of Bole are renowned through the Alpha and Beta quadrants as a magnificent tourist destination, if you ever get the chance to go.” Shon paused to mentally kick himself at that and offered an apologetic smile. “I mean, you should try a holodeck simulation-” His eyes widened in horror as he realized his mistake. “I mean, nevermind, I’m sorry.”

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

“It’s not against the rules to show you our homeworlds right,” she looked at Hone. Bolarus IX’s cliffs were breathtaking. One could try to explain it but to take in their majesty you really did need to see it.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO

Hone settled in across from them. “There is a safety webbing here.”

“Oh..Oh!” Jasmine said with her eyes a bit wider trying to hide her surprise. The vehicle had an off-road but elegant feel to it; however, the mention of safety webbing did not fit with the interior of the vehicle nor their destination to the medical center. “We need safety webbing?” Then in a low tone, she said under her breath to Shon. “What kinda medical center are we going to?” She resisted sharing the joke about black magic frog poultices and leeches. Running her fingers along the edges of the seat, however, she could not find any form of a seatbelt.

” I will demonstrate.” At the edge of the seat was what at first looked to be a part of the lining seam, however, was a bar to take up. He reached over and pulled it. It looked to be a fine web that covered the front torso and hooked to a similar bar on the far side. Whether magnetic or what, the bar found its mate when it came close. The webbing was not tight but forming to the body and was almost not felt.

“Okay we have got to get some of these,” Jasmine wiggled a bit in the seat feeling how much movement she had. “Our belts are super restraining. I mean it’s like being hogtied by a security officer when you are getting hauled in from a bad shore leave but this…this is so flexible.”

Hone raised a brow at that description perhaps wondering how much experience this doctor had with such ‘bad shore leaves’.

“There,” he said after getting webbed in. “Your worlds sound scenic. Especially yours,” he said to Baht. “I think each world is unique and has its own beauty. Just like a body. An amazing amazing machine. The more you look the more wonders is found. But Dr Wynter. How did your fledgling colony overcome the plague? Was it a pathogen natural to the new colony that affected you? Or something carried with you?”
Hone

“We have studied it for hundreds of years but the exact vector was never discovered. ,” she stated in a matter of fact tone. “We had no treatment and still don’t. Like all diseases that had no treatment however, it ran its course in our society before dying out. It did, however, kill an inordinately large percentage of men. Eventually, we discovered the pathogenesis of the virus was a form of Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis.”

“The genesis of some pathogens are difficult to sort out. Sometimes I wonder if a trigger may be simply being in a different place that activates what is already within.” Hone leaned in listening to more as the vehicle drove off.

“This confused us because that is a genetic disease and not something you infect someone with. With further study, we found that the virus fed on testosterone explaining why it hit the males of the colony so hard. The mortality rate ended up seventy percent of men and thirty percent of women. This created a unique situation in the colony and formed the basis of our civilization. The colonists did not want to give up so they became creative. Marriages became open in a sense to increase the genetic diversity of the population. People didn’t worry about who a father was but raised the children as if they all were one large family. This is the reason we all take the female’s surname in marriage. It allowed the family to have a sense of identity even though many had different fathers. This worked for all of one generation before the normal aspects of jealousy surfaced. It was soon after that we created the Ministry of Harmony. .” Leaning forward she let out a small laugh and rolled her eyes. “You know the joke I have an app for that. Well, we have an app for marriage. See most people meet and marry in a small radius of where they work or live. The Ministry tried to match people up based on interests from all over the colony world. As the years went on the marriage profile as we call it became extensive. At this time it is a 36,000-page questionnaire. So you filled it out, swiped right and found your match. The test is so exact as to preferences most Mintaran’s never divorce.” Jasmine hoped she didn’t bore Hone with her recanting of Minataran history. “So five minutes later,” she let out a laugh, “we never cured it or found a treatment. It’s crazy how something invisible can change society forever.”

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO

“Were I to have to complete a questionnaire that long I would begin it when I was out of school and end it when I retired. Perhaps nobody divorces because of the pain of revising the answers.” His bushy eyebrows rose at the description of the app and their society. “Situations often demand unique responses. I imagine that over the decades that the natural order took over and your gender ratios evened out?”

Hone looked at the Bolian. “Tell me Mr, ah Baht, what is your society like?”
- Hone