Ensign Mallora Vossti -- Somebody Stopped By
David Lichtenstein
(( Main sickbay, deck 7, USS Gorkon))
After spending a little more than two days on Deluvia IV as a
tourist on shore leave, it almost felt comforting to be back in a
sickbay. Mallora wasn't yet completely used to the layout and
activity patterns of the Gorkon's main sickbay, but it was starting
to feel a bit less foreign to her. She was walking from the surgical
suites back to the medicine cabinets on the far side of the room to
compare inventories when she was very suddenly interrupted by a firm
hand on her sternum.
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
Vossti: I –
::she looked around to see if another doctor was available, but she
didn't find one:: All right, sir. Um, go ahead and hop up on this
biobed here.
She noticed that
this lieutenant looked even more Vulcan than the medical assistant
whom she had accidentally insulted when she first came aboard the
Gorkon. She smiled and relaxed, remembering some of the casual
interactions she had shared with Navoth back at the Academy.
The Vulcan waved
the padd a bit.
Alieth:
This? My
medical records. They are up-to-date and detailed, I have
compiled them myself.
Vossti: ::Taking
the PADD and scanning the records:: These are very complete, very
efficient. ::She tuned the biobed to the current patient:: Your
physical health looks excellent overall, sir. Have you had any
health concerns since your last checkup on ::she rechecked the PADD::
stardate 239804.02?
Alieth:
Response?
Vossti: Can you
tell me a little about this so-called Hammerfall incident?
Especially as it pertains to your physical well being?
Alieth:
Response?
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Ensign Mallora Vossti
Junior Medical Officer
USS Gorkon
