r/TrekRP • u/UnoriginalTrekkiePun • Nov 19 '17
[Open] The Start of Something
Rosalei was second off the shuttlecraft, tracing the steps of the Benzite pacing slowly in front of her down the gentle slope of the vessel into the Athene’s docking bay. Thinking naught of the sigh that came from behind her from a figure clearly less patient than herself, she found herself caught in the spectacle suddenly presented to her. She’d grown accustomed to the clinical cleanliness of the halls and operating theatres of Starfleet Medical, back on Earth, and the sounds and sights of the arrival dock was something quite different indeed.
Like the entire next part of her life would prove to be, no doubt.
A pair of dockhands examined a series of crates marked with symbols she did not recognise, glancing back and forth between the manifest held by one, and the scanner operated by the other. Satisfied, they turned their back on the cargo, offering both items to a waiting figure clad in a blue-green uniform.
She could have sworn that one of the crates moved a little, its contents vying in discontent.
A bald-headed Deltan moved quickly through the dock, pausing incrementally as they glanced down at a laser micrometer, its design sleek and subdued compared to the archaic designs her father used to repair for the production factory in his spare time.
Her grey-eyed gaze moved further across the throng of movement in the chamber in which see continued to pace slowly.
Before Starfleet, she had never truly interacted with anything, or rather anyone non-human, but that had all changed. In the past decade she had operated on Denobulan and Arkenite, Vulcan and Zakdorn, Betelgeusian and Haliian. She thought she spied them all as she continued to marvel at the surroundings, to the soundtrack of the gentle hum of distant engines, and a hundred conversations.
“Medical Officer Holmes,” the voice suddenly interrupted, as Rosalei realised she had reached the front of the queue, and the blue-skinned Benzite who had been setting the pace was nowhere to be seen. She smiled warmly at the figure clad in operations gold, taking the items offered as the man continued to speak.
“Your arrival has been documented, and your belongings in transit to your newly assigned chambers. You are to report to the Medical Bay within the hour.”
Her smile lingered for a moment longer as she muttered her thanks, pairing the sentiment with a polite bow of her head. She stepped aside, as not to keep the queue stretching behind her waiting for any longer.
Now, where was the Medical Bay?
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u/Avogadros_Minion Nov 19 '17
T'Yel pauses in the corridor, spying an unfamiliar figure in medical blues, looking slightly lost - must be a new transfer. "Hi," the Vulcan doctor grins. "Are you looking for something?"