LT Gila Sadar - The USS Ronin; Place for Poor Prosthetics and Poor Decorum, evidently
LT Gila Sadar
(( Primary Sickbay - Deck 7, USS Artemis-A ))
The one downside to being at work was that Gila couldn’t reject taking patients. She really ought to request a reassignment to pharmacology or something, where medical research was one of her primary duties so she avoided instances like this. Not that Lieutenant Syrex was the most unwelcome patient Gila had thus far welcomed to Sickbay, but there was certainly an element of apprehension involved, considering their previous encounter involved the then-Ensign almost threatening with blackmail to have Gila subject herself to a physical check-up.
Sadar: O-Oh... Y-Yes, of course. Uhh... P-Please, take a seat on the biobed over there.
Gila got the medical cart, and as she approached, she saw evidence of the prosthetic that Lieutenant Syrex’s chart made mention of. Gila’s brows lowered slightly, an uncharacteristic moment of annoyance as she saw the errant behaviour of the prosthetic.
What kind of Doctor implanted a prosthetic eye without ensuring full functionality? This wasn’t the 20th century and optical prosthetics was a very well-researched topic at this point in time. Well, they’d have that fixed before she returned to the Ronin. A wandering eye was a surefire way to get yourself killed when encountering hazardous situations, and Gila knew the Ronin well enough to know that hazardous situations seemed par for the course over there.
To say nothing of the Artemis itself, of course.
Sadar: W-Welcome to the Artemis-A, Doctor... I-I hope you’ve, uhh, ‘settled in’?
Syrex: Quite well, thanks. It’s mostly just strange that my cabin is on deck 3. That’s the bridge deck on the Ronin. These Luna classes are weird!
Gila held her tongue. She didn’t know many ship classes - every Ship was a Ship as far as she was concerned - but she was fairly certain that Deck 1 Bridges were the general standard.
Sadar: Q-Quite. Uhh... ::refers medical chart:: W-We’ve received your most recent medical chart from the Ronin, b-but, uhh... B-Before we get started, is there anything in particular that, mh, ‘concerns’ you? Or is this an, uhh, a precautionary visit?
Syrex: Oh, it’s just precautionary! No offence, but I didn’t want to end up likee… you.
Gila froze while in the middle of retrieving medical equipment from the cart to begin the examination.
Sadar: ... Excuse me?
The Trill Lieutenant Junior Grade blushed and Gila felt her nuchal folds go cold. If talking down to a superior officer was something she knew she had to feel ashamed about, the Wheel only knew why she had done so to begin with.
Syrex: I mean, not that ending up like you would be a… ::Gulps:: I just wanted to make better medical decisions.
Gila wasn’t the type to get angry, it wasn’t in the Mizarian physiology to process testosterone in the same way that most humanoids did, so anger and aggression were foreign concepts to the demure race. The most negative emotions Gila was familiar with was fear, obviously, and annoyance. Annoyance was a very apt descriptor for how Gila felt at that moment.
She hadn’t always been the model Starfleet officer, frankly she was quite certain she still wasn’t, but she had ever demonstrated due vigilance and respect to those senior to her, never with the intent of slighting them at all. Or was this gross misstep a symptom of the disgraceful conduct Gila had demonstrated on Deep Space 9, falling asleep at the end of a double shift within Sickbay? Gila knew that she had acted unbecoming of a Doctor at that moment, pushing herself to the brink of exhaustion because she feared going to sleep, considering that her time at Deep Space 9 immediately preceded a return to her home system - an event that Gila had always considered the end of her life as a Mizarian - but to this extent?
Sadar: ... Very well.
Gila wanted Vai-net’s ability to put emotion into her words. No one displayed disappointment quite so well as Vai-net, perhaps with the exception of Captain MacKenzie herself.
Syrex: Yeah, and after getting my new eye I think it’s better to reach for the side of caution.
Lieutenant Syrex rolled her eye, another example of her incapability of containing her behaviour in front of a senior officer, and while this also worried Gila, the inability of her prosthetic to obey her neural impulses frustrated her more. Did the Ronin lack a decent prosthetist? She had never seen a Starfleet-issued prosthetic behave so erratically.
Sadar: Tell me, Lieutenant Junior Grade, who’s your prosthetist?
Syrex: Response
Sadar: I intend to lodge a formal complaint against them for the prosthetic eye’s behaviour. Sending you into the field with a faulty prosthesis not only endangers your crew, but yourself as well.
Syrex: Response
TAG/TBC
LT Gila Sadar
Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A
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