Posted by Ensign Andromeda DeLion (Doctor) in DH check in/physical

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Athinias Ch’sheval (Chief Medical Officer) in DH check in/physical

Posted by Ensign Andromeda DeLion (Doctor) in DH check in/physical
Posted by… suppressed (15) by the Post Ghost! 👻
Andromeda had just arrived and instantly put her mind to seeing where she’d be working. She hummed happily as she approached the sickbay, seemingly not even noticing what was going on around her. Thrown objects and phaser shots flew right over her head, her short stature keeping her safe from friendly fire, and any disruptions didn’t stop her, or even slow her down. She finally arrived at sickbay and quickly identified her new DH, his distinctive appearance drawing her eye. “Doctor Ch’sheval.” She held her hand out expectantly. “Doctor DeLion. Andromeda.” She looked him up and down, then nodded, apparently satisfied.
-Andromeda DeLion, Doctor

Athinias glanced at the short woman who’d strolled through his sickbay to meet him. He had a PaDD in his hand and he’d been headed for his office. He didn’t remember being told he was getting a new doctor, but then again, he’d been busy. The slightly confused look faded from his face. He shook her hand. “DeLion. Wonderful. Uhm… Come, we’ll speak in my office. Then we can do your boarding physical.”

~ Lt Ch’sheval, CMO

Andromeda smiled widely as she followed behind him, pleased at his lack of comment on her stature. “It is a little noisy out here,” she mused over the shouts and screams echoing from the hallway she had just entered from. “Well, a lively ship is a fun ship! Quiet is so boring, don’t you agree?” She laughed quietly to herself as she recalled her last ship, at the end, that ship had been boring as hell.
-Andromeda DeLion, Doctor

Athinias couldn’t be bothered to comment on her height, it wouldn’t affect her ability as a doctor anyway. And if he didn’t comment, when she inevitably found out he was half Andorian and half Human, perhaps he wouldn’t have to endure her comments about that. He lead her back to the CMO’s office, took a seat, and gestured for her to take a seat as well. “Quiet is boring, boring is safe,” he commented, and then added, “But yes, in terms of crew, lively does make for a better time.”

~ Lt JG Ch’sheval, CMO

“Safety puts us out of a job,” she chirped as she sat down. “And really is it so hard for everyone to stop playing with weapons? Phasers aren’t even fun!” Andromeda pouted slightly, crossing her arms. “A knife though… a knife can be fun.” She shook her head, refocusing. “If they’re going to get hurt, they ought to have a better reason for it.” She sniffed lightly, as though the idea of being shot by a crew mate was ridiculous rather than a near daily occurrence.
-Andromeda DeLion, Doctor

Athinias raised a brow. “Phasers make for less cleanup.” He made a mental note to keep an eye on this doctor… he’d prefer the scalpels in the patients. “Less painful way to go, too,” He said, making a face. And for an Andorian, a phaser was certainly a way to go, even a minor phaser injury was serious for an Andorian. He shrugged as if neither comment unsettled him and said, “So, why this ship? Just assigned, or requested it?”

~ Lt JG Ch’sheval, CMO

She saw the face, and knew exactly why he’d made it. That was it, the moment she became emotionally invested in her young chief. Pretending she hadn’t just become attached, Andromeda sighed heavily. “It got so boring on my last one… they scrapped the ship and scattered the eight of us.” No, Athinias hadn’t heard wrong. By the end of her last tour of duty, there were eight left alive. “They said you needed experience.” Her eyes gleamed with mischief. “Loyalty.” She may be experienced, but whoever had assigned her was sleeping on the job if they thought she was the poster girl for loyalty. “I don’t know why they think they need that.” Her airy, disconnected comments often caused people to underestimate her, but Andromeda hadn’t survived 40 years in the empire without being a little bit crafty. She knew what she was implying, even when she didn’t believe it.
-Andromeda DeLion, Doctor

Athinias did not flinch or even react to the information that there had only been eight people left alive on her last assignment. It was in all likelihood a large number of losses but between Athinias’ past with the rebellion and his time here, with the empire, he wasn’t particularly phased by that sort of information. “Loyalty doesn’t exist in this galaxy anymore.” Athinias commented with a shrug, “We can all hope for someone we can depend on, but around here that rarely happens.” He nodded his head towards Andromeda, “If there were only eight left alive on your previous assignment, and you were one of them, how were you not promoted?”

~ Lt JG Ch’sheval, CMO

OOC: bump

OOC: I’m back… finally
IC:

Andromeda shrugged, seeming to gaze off into the distance. “It’s almost a failure, isn’t it? To have lost all but 7 patients.” The moment of lucidity passed as she refocused. “I’m not here to get promoted anyways. I’ve been having fun for years on all sorts of ships. This is just another one.” She stared at Athinias, categorizing him carefully. “Do you fight?”
-Andromeda DeLion, Doctor

“When I have to.” Athinias replied. He took no particular joy in it, but when one was half human, half something else, they didn’t typically get away without knowing how to fight. Unless you didn’t want to live very long. “Why?” He asked, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

~ Lt JG Ch’sheval, CMO

OOC: sorry, I’ve just now managed to get back on to the site!
IC:

Andromeda hummed lightly, having already been aware of the answer. It was fairly obvious after all. “Do you carry a weapon?” She decided not to ignore his question completely and shrugged as she set a roll of fabric on the table, clinking suspiciously.
-Andromeda DeLion, Doctor

OOC: That’s okay, it happens.

IC: Athinias tensed, watching her carefully, a hand dipping below his desk. “I do.” Was his short, stern answer, not revealing what sort of weapon it was. This line of questioning put him on edge. Should his new doctor try something, Athinias was prepared.

~ Lt JG Ch’sheval, CMO

OOC: I’ve been waiting for this post since Andromeda was created!
IC:

Andromeda grinned, practically vibrating with anticipation as she unrolled the bundle with a flourish. “Pick a knife, any knife!” She declared, flipping up the last flap to reveal an array of well-crafted blades. All sorts of sizes and styles, some made by Andromeda herself, and some taken from… expired patients. “High tech, low tech, it’s all here.” She patted his hand lightly, reveling in the confusion she sparked. “Everyone needs a good knife once in a while.”
-Andromeda DeLion, Doctor

OOC: Sorry to make you wait, then! Ahahah

IC:
Athinias looked upon the blades with suspicion. Several of them looked useable to him, even nice. But what was Andromeda’s game… Could it be some sort of trick? “What happens when I pick one?” He asked. His suspicious, distrustful nature had always served him well. Now was no time to try anything different.

~ Lt Ch’sheval, CMO

Andromeda stared at him blankly. “You get a knife?” She frowned and looked down. “You don’t want one?” She started to tear up, looking up at him. “I don’t offer knives to everyone. What about this one?” She selected a thin knife, with an etched handle, an overlapping diamond design. She held it out, handle toward Athinias. If he took it fast enough, it would slice open her palm.
-Andromeda DeLion, Doctor

Athinias did want one, he just didn’t trust anyone. “I do, one can never have too many knives.” He took the knife she offered, carefully so he didn’t slice her with it, and held it gingerly. It was well balanced and decently small that it could be hidden on his person if he so wished. “You have a good taste in knives. This is a fine weapon.” He commented. “Do I have to give you something?” No one Athinias had ever met gave anything away for free. At least, not to him.

~ Lt JG Ch’sheval, CMO

Andromeda smiled, brightening up instantly. “I have everything I need! A gift is a gift, and you clearly appreciate a good knife.” She sniffed imperiously. “An artisan seeks nothing more than appreciation of their craft.” In her opinion, etching was as difficult as surgery, with a far more permanent product. With that, she rerolled the fabric, removed it from the table, and sat back, apparently satisfied.
-Andromeda DeLion, Doctor

Athinias would disagree with that opinion, if he was sure disagreement with this doctor wouldn’t end in a need for his own sickbay. “Why don’t we move out to sickbay and do your boarding physical? You’ll also get to see what equipment we have available.” He opened a drawer in his desk and set the knife inside, carefully, as if not wanting to scratch or damage it unnecessarily.

~ Lt JG Ch’sheval, CMO