Lt Cmdr Quentin Beck - New Faces Galore
Quentin Beck
((CMO's Office, Sickbay, Deck 10, USS Ronin))
It had taken almost no time for Quentin to settle back into the swing of things once he'd finally set foot on the Ronin again; while Shortrith was still early in their career as a Medical officer, they had done a remarkably competent job handling the mountains of paperwork required for the CMO, and he had been pleased to find everything in good order.
The reports on the handful of patients suffering from radiation poisoning had been extremely useful, and he had found Shortrith's suggested course of treatment both insightful and efficient. That was primarily why those patients were no longer stuck in isolation and, instead, had been allowed to return to their own quarters (or guest quarters, if they were from the dome's staff) and no longer required such intensive scrutiny.
Beck: Really, really impressive work, Lieutenant. ::thoughtfully:: Did you really only serve on the Astraeus as a Medical officer for four months before becoming a Counselor?
Shortrith: Response
He chuckled slightly, looking over their service record and shaking his head.
Beck: I am just surprised it was only that short amount of time, because the skills you've displayed suggest a more seasoned officer. But some people excel faster than others, I have come to find.
Shortrith: Response
He sat behind his desk, switching the monitor for reviewing and signing off on the latest round of requisition requests from the rest of the medical team. He heard the doors to Sickbay hiss open and noticed an unfamiliar face approaching. They were Vulcan, that much was evident, but it was hard to tell much else by just looking. He squinted a little through the window of his office, shooting a look over at the Klingon counselor before raising his chin in the Vulcan's direction in indication.
Beck: Any idea who that is?
Shortrith: Response
His brow arched slightly before he nodded a little, turning to the monitor again so he could pull up Taj'el's record as they approached. Instead of joining them in the office, though, the Vulcan moved to one of the duty stations, possibly a sign of respect to ensure they would not interrupting what probably looked like a meeting between himself and the Klingon doctor. He looked to Shortrith again before shutting off the monitor, picking up a padd, and tucking it underneath his arm as he left his office.
Beck: Good… uh… ::glancing at the chrono:: afternoon. I'm Doctor Quentin Beck, Chief Medical Officer here on the Ronin. How can I help you?
Taj’el: Lieutenant Junior Grade Taj’el. I am here on temporary assignment. As the crew is currently on shore leave, you were welcome to have me to cover any shifts should you wish additional time to rest following your mission.
He blinked at that, but nodded slowly.
Beck: I appreciate your volunteering, Lieutenant Taj'el, though I'm not yet sure that will be necessary since shore leave has only just started. In any case, welcome aboard - happy to have you on the team. Please feel free to ask questions whenever you find necessary.
Shortrith: Response
The doors to Sickbay whooshed open again and another Vulcan sauntered in - or, well, a Vulcan/human hybrid, at least on first glance.
Jace: Ensign Jace Ryen, reporting for routine intake physical.
This name he was a little more familiar with - the transfer orders had just come through, and he'd gotten a message about scheduling the exact thing that Jace Ryen was reporting for. He offered Ryen a nod, but before he could speak, the new Vulcan arrival took control of the situation.
Taj’el: Ensign Ryen, please proceed to the biobed… ::They paused abruptly, seeming to realize their assumption:: Forgive me, Doctors. It was a force of habit.
Quentin shook his head slowly, chuckling softly with a sigh, before raising his head slightly again to meet Taj'el's gaze.
Beck: That's okay. I don't have a problem with an eager beaver in my Sickbay, so long as they don't let it get out of hand.
Shortrith: Response
Jace: Newly assigned to Security. I was told Sickbay would want to confirm I'm still assembled correctly after transport.
The Doctor smiled a little at that as his gaze returned to Ryen, his chin dipping in something like a nod.
Taj’el: I shall leave the matter to you both, then. I can return to my research on ultraviolet radiation.
Beck: ::dryly:: Thank you, Lieutenant Taj'el. I would love to hear more about that research a little bit later. ::to Shortrith:: You wanna handle this one, or should I?
Shortrith: Response
He noticed the visiting officer from the Thor studying the Ensign as Ryen made himself comfortable, which was something he probably would never have clocked before if he wasn't so close to the Valkyrie's First Officer. While T'Ama was hardly a stereotypical Vulcan, he'd learned a lot about their body language and facial expressions simply because he wanted to better understand her when she made requests. In truth, it also served him well in his position on the Ronin, as many of his colleagues, current and former, had been Vulcan in some manner.
The Ensign sat on the edge of the biobed, and Quentin lifted one of the monitors until it faced his direction, the screen flickering to life and immediately displaying Ryen's lifesigns.
Beck: How are you feeling today, Ensign Ryen? Anything bothering you?
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.
Taj’el: The information was appreciated, though unnecessary. Everything should already have been recorded in your file.
Quentin's lips formed a thin line at Taj'el's response, chocolate brown eyes focusing on them briefly for a moment before turning to look again at Ryen. A slight smile played at his lips before he shook his head again.
Beck: While our guest is technically correct, I personally still like to hear that kind of thing as a response because there is some nuance always lost. Sometimes there might be something that hasn't quite made the profile for one reason or the other.
Shortrith: Response
The new Vulcan arrival didn't appear to take any of his suggestions to heart, though that was hardly surprising. Instead, they studied him for a moment, then Shortrith, before turning their attention entirely to chicken.
Taj’el: I had noticed that the Ronin appeared to have a considerable number of security officers.
He smiled wryly, though he looked a bit tired by the question.
Beck: You noticed correctly. The last few missions have been harrowing, to say the least, and we have reached out already to the users ready to deploy.
Shortrith/Ryen: Response
There was a momentary silence before another voice spoke up, confirming Alice would be there and didn't really want to watch Encanto. That was her first indication something was up.
Taj’el: Forgive the delayed introduction. I was Lieutenant Junior Grade Taj’el of the USS Thor. I was currently on temporary reassignment for research purposes. ::Said to the new Ensign:
He let out a sigh.
Beck: In that case, I might ask you to research bedside manner and seek improvement.
Shortrith/Ryen/Taj'el: Response
Smiling weakly, he looked from Taj'el to Ryen to Stark.
Beck: ::to Shortrith:: Let's make sure we're ready to go for anyone else that might wander in here today. Can you take a closer look at Mister Ryen here for us? ::to Taj'el:: Research opportunities are important, but I would appreciate you pump the brakes for a second until I can better understand just what it is you are researching.
Shortrith/Ryen/Taj'el: Response
[Tags/TBC]
Lieutenant Commander Quentin Beck, MD, FASFS
Chief Medical Officer
USS Ronin NCC-34523
A238810SA0