Posted by Lieutenant Alexis Bonner (Assistant Chief Medical Officer) in Gerald’s Checkup

Posted by Warrant Officer Gerald Hopkins (Engineer) in Gerald’s Checkup
(Takes place after the meeting with the XO)

Gerald looked at his wrist, a Hamilton MIL-W-46374 adorned his wrist that had been passed down through the soldiers in the Hopkins family since 1981. The original watch was locked away safe on earth, this one was an exact replica of it, but should Gerald ever have something requiring a dress uniform the antique comes back into service. Interestingly enough that watch was radioactive to this day given the paint used to make the the hands luminous. The replica on the other hand glowed in the dark, but was less dangerous at least in that regard. The watch read 10 (or 22 but Gerald knew he hadn’t been in a meeting for over 8 hours) and he knew he had scheduled his medical check up for 10:30. He wasn’t looking forward to it, not because he disliked doctors, but because there were always questions and given the now advanced stages of rejection he was sure they would want to fix him. It was sweet really, young doctors wanting to make sure he was doing well, but they didn’t live with it on a day to day basis. He couldn’t fault them though and headed for sickbay to check in.

SWO Gerald Hopkins, Eng

An NE spotted Gerald and welcomed him. “You must be SWO Hopkins. Dr Bonner will be with you in a moment. This way.” NE Thompson led him to a biobed. “We received your file already.” And looking awkward, “Just to forewarn you, Dr. Bonner is a little young for her position as AMO but she’s amazing. She…well you’ll see.”

Gerald made his way behind the NE and said, “Just Gerald there son, no need to be formal” His voice was electric and crackling from the vocoder in his throat as he said, “Mind me I’m a little on the slower side, the old leg is giving me some trouble.

A moment later a young woman, not as young as the NE led to believe walked out. But she was very young to be the assistant chief medical officer on a ship as prestigious as Ogawa. “SWO Hopkins?” She held out a hand, “Lt Bonner.”
Lt Bonner AMO

As he approached the bio-bed he saw a young woman approach and he held out his human hand, smiling as he said, “I’m a non-com mam, no need for formalities with me.” He grasped her hand tenderly, in a respectful way and shook it saying, “Gerald Hopkins at your service Lieutenant, it’s good to meet you.” His voice was almost mechanical as he spoke. Each word coming through clearly but it all sounded as though he were speaking through a squarewave generator.

Gerald Hopkins, Eng