Posted by Crewman Eldorin Asam (Engineering Officer) in Medical with.... the Captain?

Posted by Captain Marceau Renault (Commanding Officer) in Medical with.... the Captain?

Posted by Crewman Eldorin Asam (Engineering Officer) in Medical with.... the Captain?
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He had intended to keep his ‘real’ self secret, his wife too but she was in boot camp at the moment. Starfleet were accommodating but skeptical. He claimed to be an alien but looked like them, passed as them, and he wasn’t infiltrating them? He was… a refugee? He had lived in Ireland for nearly 2 centuries, living through the Eugenics Wars into World War 3, having only left after losing his son and returning to see Humanity taking their first lurches into space as his people had centuries ago. It was a difficult time to be sure, and the Vulcan influence dampened Humanity’s natural curiosity which led to them chafing under the partnership.

He wasn’t surprised that he was seen skeptically but it took him offering to simply serve, not as a lieutenant, not a general, not an admiral, but just as a Crewman. One condition though, he wanted to pass as human. To not be seen as different, and as such he made sure Starfleet agreed to treat his files as just some bloke from Belfast, any medical checks by a person who is in the ‘know’ hence his first assignment to a ship with a doctor for a Captain.

He waited outside of the Captain’s office, a strange sight for a crewman in engineering to be waiting for the Captain, but few questioned it as he rang the bell.

–Eldorin, Engineering–

Marceau was known to be a kind and friendly Captain. On Sojourner, a new crew member, enlisted, officer, high or low rank, outside the Captain’s office was hardly an odd sight. No one would question somebody new meeting Marceau.

“Enter,” came a heavily accented French voice. The ready room was small, more a space at the back of the bridge than a true office, but Marceau had made it his own.

On his desk was a french flag in a desk-sized flag stand, sat next to a snow globe of a city with the name “Marseille” inside the globe. On the wall was a painting of the city labelled the same. The desk was otherwise neat and tidy.

A bookshelf nearby was filled with books. Mostly medical texts, but a few fictional books were scattered throughout. It looked as though, despite the neatness of the rest of the office, books were pulled out and put back somewhat haphazardly, as though someone didn’t have much time and found themselves hastily replacing them frequently.

The man sat behind a desk, his curly brown red hair somewhat unruly, frowning at the workstation. When Eldorin entered, Marceau looked up and smiled what looked like a thin, stressed smile.

His eyes were friendly though, wrinkling slightly as he smiled. He’d have fishermen’s eyes when he was old. Creased from smiling. “*Bonjour, Monsieur… Asam? Yes?” He smiled again and stood, reaching a hand across the desk. He was a somewhat lanky man of five feet eight inches, but well built, with light green eyes.

~ Capt Renault

“Aye, sir. Crewman First Class Eldorin Asam reportin’ for duty, and for that there boardin’ physical, like you’ve been told, no doubt. I do appreciate you takin’ me postin’ here, sir. I know there’s been bad blood ‘tween the Humans and Vulcans since youse first met, and I know it’s a bit of a gamble takin’ on another alien.” Eldorin replied in his characteristic Northern Irish accent. It wasn’t hard for him to take orders and direction from humans, it was only recently that any knew of his true origin and they all meant well.

– Eldorin, Engineering–

“I am not in the habit of doubting people because of their heritage, Monsieur,” he said, his accent silencing the h’s that began words. “I appreciate any preparedness I can get. You clearly have no problem serving under others, and I am certain there are expertises you could lend.”

~ Capt Renault

“Not at all, sir. Be it on a ship, fightin’ against tyranny, or fixin’ the gearbox on a ‘66 Dodge truck, it’s all the same to me. Now, where would you be wantin’ me for this check-up, like?”

–Eldorin, Engineering–

“I am not so much a ‘sir’ captain,” Marceau said with a smile. Unless it was a more formal scenario, he wasn’t picky about his sirs and things. “Your… unusual origins are a secret, yes?’ his accent slaughtered the Rs in his words.

Eldorin wouldn’t know him well enough to know, but when Marceau’s accent was this heavy, it indicated he was way over stressed. Emotion pushed the man back towards his native tongue, though he had lived amongst English speakers since he arrived at the Academy. “Then I can do a scan myself. My background is in Medical, I am un medicin tojours. Our medical bay does not have much… Privacy. It is too small. So if you prefer I run a handheld scan somewhere else, I am happy to provide that.”

~ Capt Renault