Posted by Ensign Kyrith Th’zylen (Security Officer) in Pre sim-Boarding physical
Kyrith wasn’t fond of medical exams. It was usually just a lot of poking and prodding and asking pointless questions. But Starfleet mandated them, and so he’d go along with it, as annoying as it was. That was why he found himself walking into sickbay looking for a doctor.

Kyrith Th’zylen

“And what is wrong with you?” A tall, powerfully built Klingon with a short beard braided with beads and a metal eyepatch that was clearly stapled to his skin announced when Kyrith had taken barely two steps into the medical ward. The Klingon wore medical blues and the rank of Lieutenant, leather fingerless gloves with metal knuckle studs and a Kut’luch dagger on his waist. That dagger was emblazoned with the same symbol on both his eye patch and the House Sash he wore denoting the rank of Second Son of House Kholl, the symbol of crossed Kut’luck daggers over a field of flames.

“Well? What is your illness? You have a headache? Runny nose? Stub your little toe on a console?” The Klingon scoffed, clearly not having a very high opinion of Starfleet personnel’s ability to handle pain or illness, or simply having a bad day. “Out with it, or let me break your arm so you have a real reason to be here.”

Lt Do’trahk, Medical