The staff looked at the Betazoid and one even opened his mouth to answer but quickly shut it and smiled slightly “More often than not right behind you” The Accent was Earth, Southern Scottish. The accents owner walked past the new doctor without so much as a look, deeply engaged in a PaDD “This way” He said bluntly as he walked towards a Computer Panel “Yer my new Doctor are ye not, Daniel Locke?” He asked incorrectly.

Dr. Grey - CMO

Taniel’s dark eyes surveyed the silent folk of Sickbay, wondering what he had said wrong, before the voice behind him caught his attention.

The Betazoid turned to face a clean-shave, well kept man bearing the pips of a junior grade lieutentant. The complete mis-pronunciation of his name threw him a little. “Actually, it’s Taniel Lox, sir.” He obediently followed the CMO as he made his way over to the computer panel.

“Ah, apologies,” Jack said with an apologetic smile, looking up at the Betazoid for the first time.

His exit report from his previous Chief Medical Officer on the Asclepius had already been transmitted as per protocol. It read:

Professional Report:
Commander Mark Adrian, Chief Medical Officer, USS Asclepius.

It is both with relief and sadness that I write an exit report for Taniel Lox. Though a talented practitioner in many fields, he could also be somewhat flippant, arrogant and frustrating. His fine work in emergency care and general practice made up for his poor work in more mundane matters of medicine, but only just - he must not be allowed to avoid the work he does not enjoy, for this will cause his knowledge and skill as a general practitioner to suffer.

To work alongside, Doctor Lox can be a lot of fun; he is eager to make those around him laugh, and he seems to genuinely care if people like him. He is bold and flirtatious, which has its place (though once or twice I had to remind him about appropriate behaviour in my Sickbay), and he can also be a blessing in high pressure, fast moving situations. His calmness in the face of difficult circumstances is definitely something he has in his favour.

The biggest obstacle this young man will face in his coming career is his difficulty in coming to terms with his condition. One might assume that a medical professional would be better to equipped in dealing with a chronic impairment and that it might even affect that professional less, but not in Doctor Lox’s case. His undeveloped paracortex and low levels of psilosynine (and thus his lack of telepathic and most of his empathic ability) has had a great effect on his social development, and members of my staff soon found that it was best not to mention it at all.

In all, I believe we have in Taniel Lox the makings of a truly great doctor, provided he can spend more time refining his craft than than showing off with it.

• CMDR Adrian.

Taniel stood to attention while he waited, he didn’t want to make any mistakes and wasn’t sure how this Chief used rank or position when dealing with his subordinates. “It’s a bit of a dream to be serving aboard a ship like this, sir.” He remarked, as a pleasantry, while his dark eyes followed an attractive male Trill passing. He quickly looked back; he didn’t want to be called out for inappropriate behaviour on his first meeting with his boss. “I’m really looking forward to getting in the mix.”

Ensign Lox
Doctor

Jack sat down in a swivel chair in the middle of Sickbay instead of his office, offering the young doctor to do the same “Well sure, you say that now” He said drily but not entirely without humor “Please stand down, or well preferably sit down.” He crossed his legs and studied the Mans face carefully “Why medicine?” He asked simply.

Dr. Grey - CMO

Taniel gave a small smile at the joke, and took a seat. “Thank you,” he said.

The question had been asked before, of course, from his parents, his university professors, and at the Academy. The truthful answer was simple enough: he had been born disabled, and figured he would try to become a doctor so he might one day find a ‘cure’ for his problem. But only a few people knew that; Taniel was not in the habit of being entirely honest with himself.

“Well, sir, I like the pace, and the surprises. You never know who is going to walk into Sickbay and what they need. It’s exciting to come across something you’ve never seen before, and especially working in emergency medicine; you deal with everything from someone with a bruised elbow to a missing limb …” He gave a smile. “Not that I enjoy seeing people suffer, of course. I like making people feel better; it’s a good feeling when you know you’ve helped someone.”

The young Betazoid sat in Sickbay and he would glance around while he and the Chief spoke; it seemed like a busy, well run place. It didn’t look like somewhere he would ever find himself bored. “And choosing to join Starfleet was easy; where better to find a challenge than on ships filled with all sorts of different races, all with their own individual physical needs. Keeps a person on his toes, sir.”

“Have you been running this place long, sir?” He enquired.

Ensign Taniel Lox
Doctor