Ensign Imril - One Medical Checkup, Please

[Chris Taylor]

(( Primary Sickbay – Deck 7, USS Artemis-A ))

Helping to rebuild a heavily damaged ship was fun and all, but there was more to being a Starfleet Engineer than re-sealing plasma conduits and swapping out fused ODN cables. There were metaphorical boxes that had to be ticked now and then, for the greater good of the crew and themself, and the general sanity of the poor command officers tasked with keeping track of all the boxes. It was Imril’s duty to see that said boxes received said ticks. That was what had brought Imril to the Sickbay, quite on time.

A short Q&A with a nurse led them in the direction of the man assigned to carry out their examination. He appeared to be just finishing up with something.

The ensign smiled easily at the Doctor. They remembered well the adventure the two of them had shared inside of a Jem’Hadar ship with Lt. Silveira. And had never been one to shy away from medical assessments. (Especially after Frontier Day; it never hurt to receive a new clean bill of health in regards to nanoprobes).

Imril: Hello again, Doctor Morgan. I’m here for my checkup, as scheduled.

Morgan: Response

Imril followed the medical officer to the section of Sickbay where the exam would be carried out. 

Imril: Nothing much to complain about, really. General aches and pains from the refit work. Every now and then, I get a twinge in my back, too. I took some shrapnel there in the Galaris mission. It all got dug out not long after, though. But I figured I should mention it.

There couldn't be any leftovers from that tower in their back, could there?

No! They’d been medically cleared to return to that mission and get shot at some more!

But could there be?

Morgan: Response

Imril: ::Dryly:: Some insurgents took offense to a window that I happened to be on the other side of.

Morgan: Response

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Ensign Imril

Engineering Officer

USS Artemis-A

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