Lt. Alieth- Somebody Told Me...

[Alieth]

(( Main sickbay, deck 7, USS Gorkon))

Alieth checked the padd before the sickbay door once more, brushed a white hair off the screen and gave a satisfied nod.

 With a brief tug on the hem of her uniform to straighten any imaginary wrinkles that kept it from being flawless, she accomplished her final check out before she took the last step that opened the medical bay doors for her.

She was greeted by the usual hustle and bustle she had been used to for most of her Starfleet career: the soft murmur of biobeds, the beeping of medical tricorders, the quiet but determined pacing of medical officers and orderlies, the smell of sanitizer.

It smelt like home.

With a series of determined steps she stood in the middle of the medical ward. She knew, as everyone who had been a doctor at some point in their career knew, that Starfleet officers tended to have a certain illogical reluctance to undertake their medical check-ups, so she was there to make a difference. She wouldn't be one of those patients who had to be chased around the ship to show up on sickbay.

As the first officer walked past her, she extended her arm forward at a perfect ninety-degree angle to the rest of her body, practically embedding it in the other starfleeter's chest.

Alieth: As per the regulations for transferring between ships and or other Starfleet facilities, I am here to perform my boarding medical check for service as a member of the crew of the USS Gorkon

Medical Officer: Response

The Vulcan waved the padd a bit.

Alieth: This? My medical records. They are up-to-date and detailed, I have compiled them myself.

Medical Officer: Response

OOC: Scene open for any medical officer (PC or NPC) who wants to join in!