Posted by Ensign Derek Snowden (Security Officer) in Medical: Check In
Ensign Snowden stepped into Sickbay, immediately noting the controlled pace—organized, efficient, but already preparing for something bigger.
“Ensign Snowden, Security, reporting in.”

Areiana had been mid-conversation with her brother when the soft hiss of the door opening reached her ears. She glanced toward it instinctively, then back to the screen, offering Wyatt a small, apologetic smile.

“Hey, Wyatt, I have to go—someone just walked in. Same time next week?” she said, her tone warm but efficient, already shifting gears back into duty.

Wyatt nodded on the other end, the ocean stretching out behind him. The waves rolled in steady rhythm, sunlight glinting off the water. He never gave too many details about where he was stationed—protocol, he always said—and she respected that, never pressing him for more than he could share.

“Enjoy that nice weather for both of us, will you?” she added with a faint grin.

“Always do,” he replied, that genuine smile of his flashing across the screen before the call ended.

The screen dimmed, and for a moment Areiana just stood there, exhaling softly. She rolled her head from one side to the other, trying to work out the tight knots that had settled into her neck after hours hunched over reports and patient logs. A quiet crack followed the motion, and she winced slightly before straightening her posture.

Duty first.

She set the PADD down for half a second, then picked it back up as she stepped out of her office and into the medical bay. The familiar hum of equipment and low background chatter greeted her immediately. Her sharp green eyes quickly found the newcomer standing just inside, and her professional demeanor slipped into place as naturally as breathing.

“Hello there,” she said, her voice calm and welcoming, a small but genuine smile forming. “I’m Areiana Blackford, the Chief Medical Officer here. You must be one of our new transfers. It’s great to see some new faces onboard.”

She approached at an easy pace, already activating her PADD and preparing a new entry. A strand of red hair had slipped loose, and she absentmindedly tucked it behind her ear as she came to a stop in front of them.

“Your name, please?” she asked, her tone gentle but attentive, eyes flicking up from the screen to meet theirs, already beginning her quiet assessment the way she always did—posture, expression, any subtle signs of discomfort.

Areiana Blackford

Lieutenant Junior Grade Chief Medical Officer USS Chimera