Posted by Lieutenant Natasha Daye (Doctor) in Pre sim - Vadoma’s boarding physical (Tag CMO)

Posted by Ensign Vadoma Romani (Engineer) in Pre sim - Vadoma’s boarding physical (Tag CMO)

Posted by Lieutenant Natasha Daye (Doctor) in Pre sim - Vadoma’s boarding physical (Tag CMO)
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Jet black hair in a long braid swung almost hypnotically behind the gypsy looking woman in engineering garb as she walked towards medical. Vadoma had arrived the night before and was looking forward to the first of several checkins that would make her a part of the Saracen crew. The five foot seven inch woman whose body was build like a runner, moved with an almost abnormal grace around corners and between small groups of fellow ship mates as she traversed the halls. She had memorized the way to medical, the common rooms, engineering and the councilor’s office. She wanted to be ready if anything happened before she was completely integrated and checked in.

She rounded the corner and entered medical. Eyes of eerie silver gazed around the room as her hands smoothed out invisible wrinkles on her impeccable uniform. She smiled at the crew member she saw exiting and stepped aside to clear the door before stepping further in and seeing if anyone was available. She didn’t want to intrude on those already occupied with other crew mates.

Ensign Vadoma Romani
Engineer

Daye looked at the list of appointments for sickbay and glanced up at the door. She had been waiting to see one new arrival. The name as it crossed the list of people transferring on had instantly caught her attention. Romani. It was clearly Russian. Daye just wondered how much so. Seeing her she walked up to the waiting area of sickbay. “Ensign Romani I’m Dr. Daye. Wanna come with me to get your physical done” she asked with a smile.

Lt. Natasha Daye medical

Romani turned and smiled as the woman approached her. “Hello, Doctor. Yes, of course.” She followed where she was led and slid gracefully up onto the med bed as directed while watching the woman move. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Daye. Hope things haven’t been too horribly crazy for you lately. Seems like Science is about the only department that craves craziness on a daily basis.” She smiled and leaned back slightly on her arms as she waited.

Vadoma
Engineer

“That’s only becuase you missed NE crewman Baker sleeping off a bender earlier and snoring like a freight shuttle or NE Ensigns Keller and Walker in here claiming his broken nose was due to walking into a door and not due to her left hook. He was having a drink with crewman Parker last night and as you can tell the names don’t match,” Daye said with half a chuckle. “You just came on a down hour. So tell me a little bit about yourself.,” daye said starting the scan. “Your name…Romani…that’sssss,” Daye held onto the “s” for a bit longer trying to decide how to finish her sentence. From Dayes small corner of the world the surname Romani was tied to the word gusty like peanut butter was tied to jelly. She just didn’t know how Val would feel if Daye busted out with hey are you a gypsy becuase your last name sounds like one.

Lt Natasha Daye. Medical

Vadoma laughed. “We’ll I’m glad I could fill in the boring moments.” She watched the woman’s efficient movements and smiled. “It’s ok… You can say Gypsy. It’s not a bad word. Most people assume it anyway. To be honest, I think my ancestors, at some time, wanted that image exactly. Apparently the last name used to be Romaninski. But some crazy Uncle did something not so acceptable and lineage name was changed to save the rest of us from embarrassment.” She shook her head like it was ridiculous in her eyes. “While we don’t usually roam like the gypsies of the 21st and 22nd centuries, apparently the itchy feet syndrome lives on. Most of my family is, it was, in space in some capacity.”

As the scanner over her, she changed subjects. “Fracture residue in right shin is from kicking a fellow cadet at academy during first year. Took self defense after that to learn to kick better. Healed fine. No issues except during space walk. That cold hurts every injury.” She laughed. “And blood cell count is off somehow, it’s in my records. Something genetic about balance of red and white. I can never remember exactly. Never been an issue, far as I know. But that’s all and it’s in my records.”

She took a deep breath and relaxed. Daye was easy to talk to and she realized she’d been rambling.

Vadoma
Engineer