LtJG Gila Sadar - Ahead of the Helm's Cursed Curve

[Gila Sadar]

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

(((OOC: Welcome to the Artemis, Ensign Tyron! Feel free to respond to these tags at your leisure!)))

In the grander scheme of things, the Artemis had not been particularly lucky with its streak of helmsmen in the time Gila had served on the vessel. Ensign Kader had been reprimanded and suspended for clandestinely collaborating with his counterpart and a renegade Shint when the Desdemona came through to this universe, his replacement had promptly relinquished his position upon their return from CloQ’s time travel shenanigans and his replacement had been killed by the Borg a few days ago, according to the AAR on crew casualties. Gila couldn’t help but idly wonder if the Helm console was cursed… Naturally, such an inclination was deeply illogical, and would likely have earned her a scornful beratement by Ladok, but she couldn’t quite help it.

So, in the spirit of breaking the curse, Gila supposed she’d better get ahead of the curve.

Sadar: =/\= Sickbay to Ensign Tyron? =/\=

Tyron: Response

oO Deep breath, Gila. Deep breaths. Oo

Sadar: =/\= Hello Ensign, I’m Doctor Sadar. Please come to Sickbay at your earliest convenience. =/\=

Tyron: Response?

Gila breathed out, gnawing at the inside of her cheek as she looked over the personnel file, which had been transmitted to the Artemis’s computers as soon as the Ensign Larek Tyron’s assignment had been decided. A young Napean, Ensign Tyron would’ve been well within the age bracket for the remote assimilation utilized during Frontier Day, but the file made no indication that this had occurred. Perhaps he’d been out-of-system when this all occurred… It was a valid question for her to pose to him once he arrived, as that would be integral in determining whether he should be added to the mandatory counseling program. For now, however, Gila set about to work on some minor administrative tasks that had been left by the wayside in lieu of more important tasks, as she waited for the Ensign to arrive.

((Timeskip: Some time later))

Tyron: Response

Gila looked up from the PADDs she was using, rising from her seat to greet the Napean Ensign. He certainly looked young, and Gila could tell why the most popular anthropological hypothesis regarding his species’ origins was a genetic fusion of Humans and Betazoids. The similarity was uncanny, apart from the alteration to the presentation of the frontal bone. She wondered what function it served, and whether this was evidence of genetic manipulation or a natural development to conform to their natural inclination to settle on new worlds, and thus needing a higher capability for adapting to foreign environments.

Then, Gila remembered that she was currently engaged in a social interaction, and she shuffled nervously in place, realizing that she was being incredibly unprofessional for a senior officer.

Sadar: A-Ah, uhh ::clears throat uncomfortably:: Welcome Ensign... I’m Doctor Sadar. Welcome aboard the Artemis.

Tyron: Response

TAGS/TBC

LtJG Gila Sadar

Medical Officer

USS Artemis-A

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