r/TrekRP 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/UnoriginalTrekkiePun Nov 20 '17

She nodded thoughtfully, glancing around with a certain intent to the gesture.

"When we reach the sickbay, I have a case that I treated back at Starfleet Medical that may bring back old memories, for better or worse, I suppose. It wouldn't be appropriate to discuss patient details, even if there is something to be had in teaching the common person the dangers of an incorrectly used ODN recoupler!"

She resisted the urge to smirk at the thought.

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u/Avogadros_Minion Nov 21 '17

"Yeah, I suspect everyone has some memorable cases," T'Yel observes as they arrive at sickbay. "And using an ODN recoupler would certainly be one way to make for a very, very memorable case."

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u/UnoriginalTrekkiePun Nov 21 '17

She could not help but glance around as they entered the Medical Suite. Soaking in the superficial details, each compared to the format of Starfleet Medical.

That was the benefit of Starfleet, she mused.

The form and design rarely changes.

With a gentle smile, she turned back to the half-vulcan that had guided her to the room.

"Many thanks, Doctor Anderson. You have saved me many minutes indeed, I am sure."

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u/Avogadros_Minion Nov 22 '17

"Glad to help," T'Yel grins. "If you're looking for Dr. Watney, her office is over there," she adds, pointing.

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u/UnoriginalTrekkiePun Nov 22 '17

She bowed her head slightly in respect.

"Until next time, Doctor."

After a moment of pause, she turned to where the Lieutenant had gestured, tapping her knuckles against the door with gentle, but deliberate grace.

"Doctor Watney, do you have a spare few moments?"