Posted by Ensign Lance Nightingale (Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Boarding Physical

Posted by Major Vektul (Chief Engineer) in Sickbay - Boarding Physical

Posted by Ensign Lance Nightingale (Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Boarding Physical
__>Posted by Major Vektul (Chief Engineer) in Sickbay - Boarding Physical
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The doors to Sickbay hissed open and Major Vektul stepped through with the measured precision of someone who preferred not to waste time—his or anyone else’s. He carried a PADD tucked neatly beneath one arm, his uniform immaculate, posture straight.

He took a moment to glance around the room, observing the layout, the staff, the order of things.

Satisfied enough.

He approached the nearest nurse’s station and stood with his hands behind his back.

“I am Major Vektul,” he said in a low, even tone. “I’ve recently transferred aboard. I am here for my boarding physical.”

He waited calmly, unreadable as stone.

-Major Vektul
Chief Engineer
USS Memorial

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¥Major Vektul¥
Chief Engineer
USS Memorial

Dr. Lance Nightingale exited the back office and saw the major “well I have not see you before are you a new arrival?” He asked as he administered medicine to some of the crew who were in the bio beds

Dr. Lance Nightingale (medical Ensign)

OOC: I’m playing this before the main sim, so Vektul is not yet chief engineer.

IC: Vektul inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment, his expression unchanged.

“Yes, Doctor. I am a new arrival—assigned through the Romulan Placement Program. I reported aboard earlier this morning.”

He extended the PADD he had carried beneath his arm, already keyed to the appropriate orders and medical intake data.

“I have been assigned to the Engineering department, consistent with my training. My orders specify standard onboarding procedures, including this examination, prior to assuming full duty.”

He stood still, hands once more behind his back, his gaze following the doctor’s movements not with curiosity, but with quiet, practiced awareness.

“If now is not an ideal time, I can return later. I do not wish to interrupt your rounds.”

Though his words were measured, they carried the faintest trace of deference—not submissiveness, but a respectful acknowledgement of the space and the people who occupied it.

¥Major Vektul¥
Chief Engineer
USS Memorial

Lance smiled at him “it’s fine I can take care of it” he said pointing to a bio bed “ take a seat and I’ll get everything taken care of in a few minutes”

Dr. Lance Nightingale (Medical Ensign)

Vektul gave a single nod in acknowledgment, then moved toward the indicated biobed with efficient precision. He sat—upright, composed, hands resting on his thighs—without relaxing into the posture. A soldier’s version of stillness, not rest.

He watched the medical officer begin his preparations, expression unreadable, though his eyes tracked each movement with the detached attentiveness of someone trained to assess threat before comfort.

“I will remain still,” he said evenly. “Assuming that assists your process.”

Then, after a brief pause, with no change in tone:

“I am in excellent health, as noted in the Federation’s medical integration scans. If your procedure reveals otherwise, I will accept the outcome without contest.”

Another pause. Not defensive. Just fact.

“And without complaint.”

¥Major Vektul¥
Chief Engineer
U.S.S. Memorial

Lance this job updated the ship file and the man’s health then he needed to ask a few questions “ OK major is there any foods you have any allergies for and do you need to take any medicine somewhat often?” He asked

Dr. Lance Nightingale (Medical Ensign)

Vektul remained motionless on the biobed, gaze forward, not fixed on the doctor but attentive all the same.

“No allergies,” he said. “Romulan physiology tolerates most Federation-standard nutritional profiles. I have adapted to replicated protein variants since reassignment.”

A pause. His brow creased slightly—not in discomfort, but thought.

“I require no ongoing medications. My metabolism is stable. My last neurovascular scan indicated minor ghosting in the occipital lobe—residual from prolonged exposure to cloaking field harmonics. The anomaly is non-degenerative and has not impacted performance.”

He turned his head slightly toward Dr. Nightingale then, as if anticipating a follow-up.

“You will find the relevant neurology data appended to my intake file, cross-referenced under Starfleet Medical casework—designation VE-4412.”

¥Major Vektul¥
Chief Engineer
U.S.S. Memorial

After a few minutes of lance updating the man’s medical file, he looked up at the major with a smile and said “Ok…..you’re good to go. On the medical side you’re clear for duty.” He put down the pad “ is there anything else I can help you with?” He asked

Dr. Lance Nightingale (Medical Ensign)

Vektul inclined his head in a single, precise motion.

“Efficient,” he said. “That is appreciated.”

He slid from the biobed with the same measured economy with which he had taken his seat, smoothing the front of his uniform with one hand.

“No further assistance is required, Doctor. You have performed your duties with commendable speed.”

His gaze met Nightingale’s for the briefest moment—an acknowledgment without flourish.

“Thank you.”

With that, he turned and exited Sickbay, already adjusting the PADD in his hand to bring up the latest engineering status reports.

¥Major Vektul¥
Chief Engineer
U.S.S. Memorial