Posted by Lieutenant Commander Edelu (CMO) in Sickbay - Annual Physicals - Mirai

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Otr’Iq Mirai (Tactical) in Sickbay - Annual Physicals - Mirai

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Edelu (CMO) in Sickbay - Annual Physicals - Mirai
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[Personal Message – To: Lt. j.g. Otr’Iq Mirai | From: Lt. Cmdr. Edelu]

Subject: Annual Medical Review – Appointment Required

Lieutenant,

I hope this message finds you well and in one piece—though I suspect you’d consider a cracked rib more tolerable than a visit to Sickbay.

Be that as it may, Starfleet Medical protocols require all department officers to complete their annual physical evaluations. As our new CMO, I’d like to use these as an opportunity to get acquainted with the crew, both personally and professionally.

Please reply with a time convenient to you within the next 72 hours. If I do not hear from you by then, I will assume your tactical instincts have failed you and send a medical team to retrieve you with maximum bedside manner.

My door is open, Lieutenant. Let’s make this painless—for both of us.

Dr. Edelu, M.D. ○●●
Chief Medical Officer
U.S.S. Genesis

BUMP

Lt. Cmdr. Edelu, M.D. ○●●
Chief Medical Officer
U.S.S. Genesis

Mirai awoke to the message from Sickbay and raised an eyebrow to it. The new CMO seemed to have a jovial sense of humor. Mirai smiled and scheduled an appointment for later that day after his shift had ended.

Walking into Sickbay, Mirai looked about for the Doctor. Contrary to the Doctor’s assumption, Mirai held no animosity to doctors or hospitals. In his view, a warrior must keep himself fit and in peak condition. Regular care from a physician is essential to that end.

LT JG Otr’Iq Mirai
Tactical Officer

Dr. Edelu stepped out from behind a console as the doors hissed open, revealing the tall form of Lieutenant Mirai.

“Lieutenant Otr’Iq Mirai,” he greeted, voice even and calm. “Right on time. A promising sign for someone whose file reads like a battlefield memoir.”

Mirai smiled and shrugged, “Arigato gozaimasu.”

He gestured to the nearest bio-bed, already active and humming softly.

“I’ve reviewed your medical history—excellent cardiovascular health, no persistent injuries from your time marooned on Etrek III, though your left shoulder did receive quite the hammering.”

“Sling Shot,” Mirai said walking to the biobed, “We were under attack from a tribal force, so were trying our best to not use phasers, and one of them had a nasty rock in a pretty well put together sling and got in a very good shot to my shoulder.”

He gestured lightly toward the biobed. “Go ahead and take a seat. We’ll start with a baseline scan, then I’ll ask a few questions. After that, you’re free to return to the business of readiness and armament.”

Mirai gave a slight head bow and sat down on the bio bed. His posture was naturally straight and rigid, a habit that Mirai rarely noticed anymore.

As Edelu moved to retrieve his tricorder, he glanced back toward the half-Klingon officer.

“I also noted your academic record. Anthropology, philosophy, multiple martial disciplines. You’ve walked both the path of the sword and the scroll. It’s rare. And commendable.”

Mirai smiled again and nodded, “The sharpness of the sword is immaterial if the mind who wields it is dull.”

He tapped a few settings on the tricorder and turned it toward Mirai. “Let’s see how the vessel is holding up.”

A pause, just long enough to allow space for conversation—an invitation, not a requirement.

“Do you find that Starfleet leaves you room for both?”

Lt. Cmdr. Edelu, M.D. ○●●
Chief Medical Officer
U.S.S. Genesis

“Actually,” Mirai said, “I find it naturally encourages it. In my off time, I can pursue my interests in a more scholarly aptitude, research, training and so on. Meanwhile, on assignments, I get to have first hand experience while also testing my knowledge in a practical environment. I can learn more about other races and species as well as putting what I have learned of them into a practical application.”

LT JG Otr’Iq Mirai
Tactical Officer

Edelu watched the tricorder screen flicker to life again, its gentle oscillations reflecting vital rhythms and structural overlays. He made a small adjustment, shifting the scanning parameters slightly. No alarms. No urgent flags. That was promising.

“I imagine your anthropological background gives you an edge when sizing up diplomatic tensions before they boil over,” he said, glancing up briefly. “Or, at the very least, helps distinguish between an insult and a cultural imperative.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, not quite a smile, but the impression of one.

“You’d be surprised how many medical emergencies begin with misunderstandings about food.”

“True,” Mirai said, thinking on it, “Being a multicultural person by birth, learning the nuances of differing, and often conflicting, cultures was an imperative for me.”

The tricorder let out a soft tone as it cycled to the next layer of scans.

OOC: (Feel free to describe any scan results in your next post—injuries, anomalies, or all-clear. Your call!)

IC: “Let me know if you feel any discomfort during the scan,” Edelu added, tone still even. “The settings are standard, but I can adjust for hybrid physiology if needed. Klingon musculature sometimes throws off density readings.”

Lt. Cmdr. Edelu, M.D. ○●●
Chief Medical Officer
U.S.S. Genesis

The scans showed a predominantly Klingon anatomy. While he did not retain the standard Klingon ridges on his forehead, Mirai’s body was, in most other respects Klingon. His organs had the various redundancy systems normally found in klingons, and his musculature showed a strength far above the average human, and honed through decades of martial arts discipline.

The scans also showed healing from various injuries. broken bones and scar tissue were evident in several areas, few in any truly critical areas.

LT JG Otr’Iq Mirai
Tactical Officer