= USS Chimera - Main Sickbay =
Alexander Rice sat in the CMO's officer behind the desk reading up on
medical reports, occasionally glancing through the transparent wall
panels at what the rest of the staff were doing. The office always
reminded him of a goldfish bowl, but not that he was sitting in it
himself, he could see the advantage of being able to look out and keep
an eye on things.
There were a number of new medical recruits - technicians, nurses and
even doctors - that were transferring over the Chimera; there had been
quite a shift in the medical personnel. Himself being new to the CMO
post, he was looking forward to meeting the new staff he would be
working with.
Pamela Brock lost in the ship. She had a tour of it, but when it came
time to report for duty, she got all nervous and frustrated. She
remembered that she should not get frustrated because when that
started, she could not think clear enough to do anything right. Pamela
hailed the turbolift and quickly told the computer her destination.
The computer acknowledged the request and the turbolift was off.
Pamela looked at her chronometer and noticed that she was running 5
minutes late already. She was going to be so embarrised showing up
late to her first day of duty.
Finally, in what seemed like forever, the turbolift stopped and she
got off to start the walk towards sickbay. She stepped through the
doors and looked around sickbay and then started to look for the CMO,
just to find him in his office. She said "Cadet Pamela Brock reporting
for duty. I am sorry I am late as it was an undersight," while
standing at attention.
Alexander looked up as the nervous-looking cadet hurriedly entered his
office and made his apology. It was clear from her demeanour that she
was fresh from SSF training, since they put a stronger emphasis on
formality than the rest of Starfleet did.
"Good morning, Cadet Brock," he said as he stood up and extended his
hand in greeting. "At ease. It doesn't matter that you're late, at
least you arrived..." but then stopped his train of thought, thinking
it probably wasn't a good idea to go into the high mortality rates of
new recruits during war time. "I've read your bio, impressive. Why did
you give up a private practice to enter Starfleet?"
Pamela thought about her reasoning to enter starfleet for a second. "Although I loved private practice, I have always longed to be in space to some capacity. When in private practice, I enjoyed it, but it was just not for me." Pamela answered truthfully. Alexander Rice sat in the CMO's officer behind the desk reading up on
medical reports, occasionally glancing through the transparent wall
panels at what the rest of the staff were doing. The office always
reminded him of a goldfish bowl, but not that he was sitting in it
himself, he could see the advantage of being able to look out and keep
an eye on things.
There were a number of new medical recruits - technicians, nurses and
even doctors - that were transferring over the Chimera; there had been
quite a shift in the medical personnel. Himself being new to the CMO
post, he was looking forward to meeting the new staff he would be
working with.
Pamela Brock lost in the ship. She had a tour of it, but when it came
time to report for duty, she got all nervous and frustrated. She
remembered that she should not get frustrated because when that
started, she could not think clear enough to do anything right. Pamela
hailed the turbolift and quickly told the computer her destination.
The computer acknowledged the request and the turbolift was off.
Pamela looked at her chronometer and noticed that she was running 5
minutes late already. She was going to be so embarrised showing up
late to her first day of duty.
Finally, in what seemed like forever, the turbolift stopped and she
got off to start the walk towards sickbay. She stepped through the
doors and looked around sickbay and then started to look for the CMO,
just to find him in his office. She said "Cadet Pamela Brock reporting
for duty. I am sorry I am late as it was an undersight," while
standing at attention.
Alexander looked up as the nervous-looking cadet hurriedly entered his
office and made his apology. It was clear from her demeanour that she
was fresh from SSF training, since they put a stronger emphasis on
formality than the rest of Starfleet did.
"Good morning, Cadet Brock," he said as he stood up and extended his
hand in greeting. "At ease. It doesn't matter that you're late, at
least you arrived..." but then stopped his train of thought, thinking
it probably wasn't a good idea to go into the high mortality rates of
new recruits during war time. "I've read your bio, impressive. Why did
you give up a private practice to enter Starfleet?"
Alexander smiled at Pamela. "It's always good to get experienced
medical cadets. Some of the new recruits don't even know how to handle
a dermal regenerator, and they call themselves doctors."
"You're right, we have a lot of new Sickbay staff since many of the old staff were transferred out," Alexander nodded. "Most of them are just busy getting acquainted with the facilities, which is what I'd like you to do. All new crew will be requiring physicals as well as crew who have not had one for over three months. I'd like you to be one of the doctors running the physicals when you've settled in. It will be a good way to get to know some of the crew."
= End Log =
Lt Commander Alexander Rice
Acting Chief Medical Officer
[NPC by Bren]
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Cadet Pamela Brock
Assistant Medical Officer
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USS Chimera NCC 96899-C