Posted by Ensign Clinton Reed (Engineer) in Checking in with ship medical
this isnt a bad ship, not bad at all. Stores thought as he was escorted threw the ship. He could see the tail tail signs of repaired battle damage, little things most wouldn’t recognize like the slight off color of fresh bulkhead covers and deck plates next to older ones. You just can’t scrub the all the soot of them, and short of a compleat refit it isn’t practical to replace all of them.
I see the Goon isn’t going to let me out of his sight, can’t say I blame him, I wouldn’t trust some civ brought in in chains on my ship either. stepping into the lift, and stepping aside for the security officer. “Deck 3, please”…
that’s a good sign Thought Stores, as the lift didn’t respond. Some one is serious about security “ Do you mind?” Turning to address the security officer. After a pause and a disdainful glare. “Deck 3”.
The lift doors open after a brief ride in what could not be called “companionable silence”, letting them out on deck 3. Sauntering up to the sick bay door, Stores sets down his sea bag and brushes his hair back with his fingers and straitened his overalls. damn I need a shower, rubbing the bruised left side of his face, wile picking up his bag. Turning to the security officer wile palming the panel to open the door “ready?”…

Clinton “Stores” Reed, Supercargo.

OOC: My apologies that my reply was so late. I thought I had, but my computer never submitted the form -_-

~ Cass

IC: Sickbay, when Clinton entered, seemed to have a light, almost active atmosphere despite not having all that many patients in there. The medical staff, were all cheerfully occupied with something whether it was cleaning medical equipment or tending to the few patients that were around. But as the security officer and his ward began to be noticed the mood changed into something a little more wary. It would seem that the rumour of the unusual arrival had spread already.

The only one who seemed utterly unaffected by the rumours was a little black and white dog, who trotted over to the pair wagging his tail and butt as if greeting a long lost friend.

“Dr Janvier, this one is yours,” One cheeky medic, commented, tapping a small woman to get her attention and pointing the pair out to her. “Chiefs perogative.” The petite woman glanced up tucking a stray piece of brown hair behind her ears. Seeing the dog already all over the newcommer she rolled her eyes and passed her work on to the medic who had interrupted. She moved away to ‘rescue’ Clinton from the wee dog.

“Dr Janvier,” The woman greeted as she approached the pair. Although her smile and tone was warm enough, her eyes had caught sight of the bruise on Reeds cheek. “If you want to take a seat at one of the empty biobeds I can take a look at your injuries.” she bent down and scooped the fur ball under her arm. “Enj wasn’t bothering you was he? He likes to do the Sickbay meet and greet when he can get away with it.”

Lt. (j.g.) Janvier & Enj, CMO