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The Doc is in.

Posted on Sat Jun 20th, 2020 @ 10:19pm by Commander Tavis Inahri & Lieutenant Zoey Thomas MD

Mission: Mission 0: Prologue
Timeline: 1131 - August 26th, 2389

Was Starfleet really what she wanted out of life? Zoey asked herself as she walked aboard the USS Odyssey after going through all the stupid pomp and circumstance that just going across the airlock was with the duty section. She had wanted to join Starfleet as a child but her medical condition kept her from the academy. Nothing changed she went to a much better medical school and became a physician but the drive that her rejection caused got her to control her condition and join Starfleet anyway.

Having just completed her indoctrination training she was commissioned as a Lieutenant already a board-certified attending physician. With that, she was disillusioned by the training and how ridiculous some of the traditions of Starfleet she felt there was. Either way she'd do her best to acclimate because she had at least four years before she'd be done with her contract.

She felt uncomfortable in the uniform still, uncomfortable that everyone who passed her felt to address her as ma'am and mutter a greeting, it felt fake. She certainly appreciated people want to be friendly but she knew it was technically a requirement.

She was, however, a bit stunned as she walked on the bridge of the ship for the very first time. "Wow," she commented, it was the first starship bridge she ever stood on. She had to admit... that was pretty cool.

"Impressive, isn't it?" came the voice of someone behind the woman.

She turned and saw a man standing in a Command red uniform as he walked up to the ship MSD and began to press controls.

"Not the cleanest, but I've been assured that a cleaning crew will be along in the next couple of days to fix it," he said.

"Very," Zoey agreed. "Any idea how sickbay looks, sir?" she asked, assuming the man was likely the Executive Officer."

Tavis shook his head, "No, I haven't been down there yet myself. I was planning to go once our Chief Medical Officer came aboard."

"Well, I'm here now," she said. "Do you want to go take a look together?"

Tavis considered for a moment, but shrugged. He could definitely spare the time and frankly he was still feeling the effects from last-night's alcoholic adventures and could use a relief. "Sounds like a plan, Doctor...?"

"Thomas, Zoey Thomas," she said. "You must be the Executive Officer?" she assumed, based on his rank.

"Not quite," Tavis said as the two officers stepped into the turbolift. "What gave you that impression?"

"Oh, I just assumed," Zoey said, with a shrug. "Given the rank and the size of the ship I just figured the XO would be a commander. What do you do aboard the ship?" she asked, curiously.

Tavis smiled. "I'm the Commanding Officer," he said.

"Oh, well congratulations," Zoey said, assuming it must be a new command. "This is my first time aboard a starship as crew," she informed him. "But I'm looking forward to seeing if it's everything I've been hoping."

"Thank you," Tavis said, though he wasn't exactly feeling like this posting was something to be congratulated for. "What did you do before the Odyssey, if you don't mind my asking?"

"I was a civilian doctor," she told him. "I just finished my Starfleet Medical Officer Indoctrination Training and got sent here."

Tavis laughed to himself at 'indoctrination'. "What made you want to join Starfleet?" he asked as the doors opened on Deck 8.

"Honestly," she said, with a sigh as they walked out into the passageway. "I don't remember why I wanted to originally but when they told me that I couldn't I wanted it more than anything just because of that. I'm not sure if I am happy with going through with it but I guess I won't really know until I've done something real."

"Why'd they tell you that you couldn't join?" Tavis asked.

"A medical problem," she said, a tone of more to the story evident in her voice.

Tavis wanted to push. His natural curiosity begging to know what the information was. But something inside of him told him not too. He wasn't sure if it was his telepathic abilities picking up on her emotions or his own concerns, but he felt he should listen to them.

"Well, we're glad to have you on board," Tavis said with a smile as the duo walked into Sickbay.

Zoey stopped at the entrance to the sickbay it had been untouched since the last crew left. There were instruments, padds, and other items strown about and dust... lots of it.

"They-uh are going to clean this too, right?" she asked, her skin crawling a bit.

Tavis gave a look as he glanced around the room. "That's what I was told," he said.

"It needs it," she said. "It's like the place was abandoned suddenly," Zoey said, looking to the Captain to see if he had any history to share.

"From what I understand, the ship was brought in and examined for some investigation regarding the Captain," Tavis said as he picked up a tricorder, brushing the dust off of it. "He underwent a court martial and the Computer Core had to be replaced. I'm hoping that's not a bad luck omen for us."

"At least it is state of the art?" Zoey shrugged. She wasn't experienced enough or attached to Starfleet enough to be superstitious about luck on a ship. "Lets see what the office looks like," she said, starting across the gross sickbay covering her mouth as she coughed.

"Actually I should probably get back to the Bridge," he said, looking around. "I doubt you're going to be able to do my physical today with the state of things."

"Doesn't look like it," Zoey said, nodding. "Thanks for coming down with me, Captain."

"Of course. Feel free to let me know when you have time." Tavis turned and walked out of Sickbay. He had a lot of reports to read over and he didn't want to waste any time.


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