Another handsome face

Posted on 24 Jul 2014 @ 10:13pm by Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim & Lieutenant JG Grayson Jones

1,034 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Episode 06 - Legend of Souls
Location: USS Galileo - Deck 3 Sickbay
Timeline: MD06 1000

ON:

Allyndra had just finished up with the Commodore was about ready to leave for the day her normal gamma shift being long over by now when she was informed that Doctor Mott would not be coming in. Something about a culinary dish that had not quite settled well even in normally very tough Bolian physiology.

She sighed. It meant double duty but that was the life of a medical professional. There were times when the duty went quite long and one made those sacrifices. She checked on the schedule and saw two check-ins coming in, otherwise sickbay was thankfully empty currently.

Allyndra turned toward the office deciding to try to see if records needed to caught up and possibly get through her book a little more. That thing was proving very difficult to read as symbols and words had changed and there were no translations available that she could resource.

Settling in she found things remarkably tidy and caught up. She could see Kohl's efficiency in that so there was not much more to do than read. She opened her book and laboriously began to actually write the symbols down and then try to put context so that she could attempt to figure what some of the others that she did not know might mean.

The day was quickly turning into a bit of a whirlwind of names, faces and things to do for Grayson. Having yet to get his room assignment, he decided to do the normal, proper, officer-ly duties that would be expected of him...only a little a head of time. He had the time to kill and though, why not?

After having directions from several of his new shipmates, Grayson eventually found Sickbay. He was ashamed to admit it took him longer than he though. Tentatively he came through the door, knowing he had no appointment, but wanting to atleast make one. "Hello?" He called out as he slipped his bag off his shoulder and let it rest at the side of the door.

Allyndra heard the bay doors open followed by a "Hello." She closed her book and stood up and then opened the door to the office. The man standing there was quite handsome and could not help but looking a little longer than was polite.

She covered it by saying, "Sorry, I was trying to place you. I am afraid I can not, and since I do not think you are Bolian let me guess, Ensign Grayson Jones for a medical check in?"

He laughed, "Last time I checked I wasn't! Yeah, I am Grayson. Nice to meet you." He extended a hand.

Allyndra smiled and took the hand. His grip was firm but not bone crushing. It was refreshing though for she had learned to be respectful before touching. "Allyndra, very pleased. Now then, let me get a PaDD for any notes and why don't you take biobed three right there."

Grayson hopped his way over to the bed, quite cheerfully placing himself on top of it and began to swing his legs like and 8 year old waiting in a doctor's waiting room.

Allyndra got the PaDD and perused it for a moment. "Ah new Assistant Chief Engineer well then it looks like you will have your hands full. We seem to have gotten a tribble infestation though more and more it is becoming an epidemic."

She looked up with a half-smile, "Not so many here right now, they do not seem to like Akkadians. I can't imagine why though?" She shrugged.

"Maybe they are scared of you?" Grayson laughed a little.

"Now then anything specifically I need to know about your medical history? Any problems that might have cropped up since your last duty?"

"Nothing overly. Trill/Human hybrid. Multiple pokes and prods when I was younger to see if I could be a host. Plasma burn scar on the back of my left shoulder. Pulled muscled on same shoulder from some weights at the gym, but not causing too much discomfort." Grayson said as if he was rhyming forgetfully from a list he had had for a considerable time in his head. "I was prone to migraines in the past, but that was discovered to be a weakness in my eyes. Not had the surgery, little uncomfortable with it. I usually wear contact lenses unless my eyes are tired and I stick with some glasses."

Allyndra just nodded as he talked. "You know for an Engineer contacts or glasses can be something of a hindrance however I can understand you being uncomfortable. Well then lay back and let me get a baseline for our records."

Grayson laid back and continued, "Sometimes they come in handy... a few times they have shielded me from some pretty nasty coolant sprays."

"I should have thought about that. I can not tell you what dust is like in the eyes when flying. Alright now just lay still a moment. There, all done. Is there anything else?"

"Flying?" Grayson asked, his ears must have perked up like a rabbits at that particular moment. "Medically, if I am ok, then I am ok." He smiled.

"Flying yes," Allyndra partially unfolded the dragonfly like wings to show him. "The females on my world have wings. Now then, your good to go medically."

It took all his strength not to let his jaw hit the floor as he let himself sit up. "If you don't mind me saying, your wings are gorgeous!" He tried not to let himself sound too flamboyant as he said that. The feeling of flight to have must be incredible, he thought while not feeling any jealously what so ever... no, Grayson, not jealous. At all.


"Thank you," Allyndra replied with a smile. Akkadians were still a mystery to most.
"Your free to go unless you have other questions."

"Thanks." Grayson said as he picked up his bag and headed towards the door.

Allyndra took that as a no and finished the few notes and filed the results away in the medical files.

OFF

Ensign Grayson Jones
Assistant Chief Engineering Officer
USS Galileo

Lt Cmdr Allyndra illm Warraquim
Chief Medical Officer
USS Galileo

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