Ensign Jace Ryen - Reporting to Medical

[alongtheway]

((Sickbay, Deck 10, USS Ronin))

Jace Ryen stepped out of the turbolift and into the corridor leading toward Sickbay, the soft hum of the Ronin's systems a constant companion.  Even after the briefing with the captain, the reality of being aboard his new posting still hadn't quite settled in.  The starship felt alive in a way he hadn't expected - every deck carrying its own rhythm of footsteps, voices, and distant mechanical whispers.

He walked a little slower than necessary, taking it all in.

Crewmembers passed him in both directions - operations officers moving with datapads tucked under their arms, an engineer still smudged with something that might have been plasma residue, and a nurse guiding a patient toward Sickbay.

Ryen: oO This will be home for the foreseeable future, and I already love it here. Oo

The doors to Sickbay parted with a smooth hiss.

The room beyond was bright and organized with Starfleet precision - medical beds lined neatly along the wall, bio-scanners humming quietly, and the faint antiseptic scent that seemed universal to every medical bay in the fleet.

Three officers stood out immediately. 

One was unmistakably Klingon - tall, powerful posture, the ridges along her forehead making her instantly recognizable even out of uniform.  A Klingon doctor was not something Jace had encountered before.

Nearby stood another officer reviewing a datapad, while a Vulcan woman worked with calm, precise movements at one of the diagnostic consoles.

Jace allowed himself a brief pause.

Jace:  oO Well, this should be interesting. Oo

He stepped forward and straightened slightly out of habit.

Jace:  Ensign Jace Ryen, reporting for routine intake physical.

His gaze moved between the three officers.

Beck /  Shortrith / Taj’el: Response

Jace: Newly assigned to Security.  I was told Sickbay would want to confirm I'm still assembled correctly after transport.

A faint smile touched the corner of his mouth.

Beck /  Shortrith / Taj’el: Response

His attention drifted briefly toward the Vulcan officer.  There was something quietly striking about her presence that made it difficult not to notice her.  "Fascinating," he thought to himself, amused with himself for the observation.

Jace sat down on the edge of a bed as the medical staff looked him over.

Jace:  No ongoing medical concerns that I am aware of.  I follow a regular training schedule and have a longstanding commitment to avoiding things that explode when possible.  Working in Security admittedly reduces the likelihood of achieving that last goal.

Beck /  Shortrith / Taj’el: Response

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Ensign Jace Ryen

Security Officer

USS Ronin NCC-34523

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