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USS Saracen

Pre-Sim: Boarding Physical

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Satreya Boja (Chief Medical Officer) in Pre-Sim: Boarding Physical

Posted by Lieutenant Elmira O’Shea (Chief Tactical Officer) in Pre-Sim: Boarding Physical

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Satreya Boja (Chief Medical Officer) in Pre-Sim: Boarding Physical

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It only took a couple minutes for Satreya to finish with her patient and she noted a couple things into the file as she turned over the treatment to one of the nurses. Completely unhurried, the willowy doctor found her way over to O’Shea, easily picking up on the CTO’s state. Satreya’s mind was incredibly complex. Any psi-poistive person who even touched it a little bit understood that not only was there was deep and real power there, but that Boja had impeccable shields that still didn’t fully do the trick. The result? People’s minds leaked through her shields regardless of how hard she tried. It was impossible for her to filer entirely and so after years of trying, she simply had accepted that sometimes she would be prone to reading minds without meaning to and that it would sometimes get her into trouble. Oh well.

But it had been awhile since she had been face to face with another telepath, and that made her both curious and wary. Sometimes it could be a point of bonding, other times they could see the rather unusual extent of her abilities and something to be worried about. Especially given how hard she had to work to control them.

“Hello,” she greeted as she approached Elmira. “I’m Doctor Boja. How bad is the pain?” she said intently in a ‘don’t bother trying to fool me’ sort of tone.

Lt. Cmdr. Boja, CMO

Telepathy. Elmira could feel the energy emenating from the doctor, the power of her mind unmistakeable to anyone who possessed akin capabilities. It was a dangerous game, putting two telepaths within the vicinity of each other, but it could easily be just as productive, depending on how well the two people melded together. It was a mixing pot, especially with telepaths of different species, it would cast out what it did not need, and maintain what it did. Although Elmira did not personally fear Doctor Boja, she was considerate of her capabilities, understanding it would be impossible to hide one’s thoughts from another telepathy. Alas, she could set up her own perimeters and enforce them with bouts of her own internal energy, but that seemed futile when dealing with a situation such as this.

When asked about her pain, Elmira did not immediately respond. There was no use in lying to a woman whose mind was capable of perceiving almost every square centimeter of your own; no use in hiding the truth of your own conflictions and physical displeasure from someone who could shift the angle of their gaze and see through whatever pathetic barrier was held up in its place. Therefore, Elmira saw no reason to push it away,

“It is moderate, but dealable. I doubt it will cause any immediate problems, Doctor.” Elmira briefly paused, raising her attention to the good doctor, “What species?” She asked, understanding the doctor would hopefully know that she meant of what species of telepath. Of course, Elmira could go digging for this information, but that wasn’t as productive as hearing it, first hand. She knew the good doctor had some type of genetic oddity, whether that was hybridcy or otherwise, but she couldn’t name both species, or what had been done.

Lt. O’Shea
CTO

“Well, Betazoid on one side which gave me the eyes and Napean on the other, which is where I get this” Satreya replied as she pointed to her leaf-shaped forehead ridge, knowing the inevitable confusion. Her telepathy was too strong to make sense with those genetics, given that Napeans were empaths only and in general, mixing psi-abilities tended to dilute the ore powerful ones. Satreya was the opposite.

“Name? I just want to take quick look over your medical file,” Boja said with a light smile

Lt. Cmdr. Boja, CMO

“Ah, I see.” She offered a faint smile to the opposing woman, clasping her hands in her lap, in order to achieve a more comfortable position than she had been in, previously. Momentarily, she studied the good doctor, before brushing away her thoughts in favour of the physical and it’s completion. “Elmira O’Shea.” She informed, simply.

Lt. O’Shea
CTO

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