Ensign Jace Ryen - Harrowing
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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:
Jace gave a polite nod to Taj'el before listening to the other officer. The USS Thor, what a powerful name. It reminded him of Thor, the god of thunder, whom he had read about when he was just a kid.
Beck: In that case, I might ask you to research bedside manner and seek improvement.
Shortrith: ::genuinely:: If you'd like, I can help you work on that.
Ryen: It is very nice to meet all of you. As this is my first assignment, I am not only looking to learn a lot but also to make some friends aboard. And you all have me very curious about how dangerous these missions have been.
Jace pulled on his shirt a little as he opened up a bit to his new crewmates. I mean, who better than medical staff to be friends with? If the missions really were that dangerous, it wouldn't be long before he had to come back to sickbay.
Taj'el: Response
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: Yeah, I'll have a closer look. ::To Ryen:: Mind taking a seat on the biobed?
Jace nodded at the Klingon medical officer. Klingon, medical officer. He hadn't gotten over the idea of that yet; it was so interesting to him.
oO I am sure they are very capable. Do as your mother always taught you: do not judge a book by its cover. Oo
Ryen: Of course.
Jace did as he was asked and hopped up on the biobed. Something made him laugh a little inside. Maybe it was all the stress and tension of being on a new ship and meeting all the new people, but being here in this moment with all the hustle and bustle of sickbay made him feel a little more comfortable.
Taj'el: Response
Shortrith: Have you had any previous medical difficulties?
Ryen: Nothing major, Doctor. Standard childhood illnesses, a few training injuries at the Academy. Nothing that required extended care. I've always healed quickly.
He paused a fraction, then added more honestly:
Ryen: Though I imagine Starfleet service may test that record.
Beck/Taj'el: Response
Shortrith: Mind if I run some diagnostic scans?
Ryen: Not at all.
He straightened slightly as the instruments were brought into position, doing his best to remain still.
The soft whir of the scanner passed over him, light tracing across his uniform and skin in a practiced sweep. Jace watched it for a moment before letting his gaze drift upward to the ceiling.
oO Funny... this is probably the safest place on the ship. And somehow it feels like a preview of things to come. Oo
Beck/Taj'el: Response
Shortrith: One moment, I'll get your results in a second.
Jace nodded, then glanced back toward the others in the room, curiosity still very much alive.
Ryen: If you don't mind me asking. Those missions you mentioned earlier, what made them harrowing? Was it the environment, the enemy, or something else?
His tone was calm, but there was intent behind the question now.
Ryen: I'd like to understand what this crew has already faced. It seems like there's a lot I can learn from all of you, both in the field and here.
He gestured lightly around Sickbay.
oO And maybe what to expect when things go wrong. Oo
Jace settled back slightly on the biobed, waiting for the scan results, but also for the answers he suspected would tell him far more about the Ronin than any briefing ever could.
Beck/Shortrith/Taj'el: Response
Jace sat a little straighter as he listened intently. Still, the word harrowing lingered in his mind. Not dangerous. Not difficult.
Harrowing.
That meant something more.
Ryen: That is good to know. I will need to ensure I am prepared for anything on upcoming missions. I am always open to advice.
Jace gave a small, polite smile, though his thoughts were already racing ahead.
oO Harrowing missions... injuries, loss, things you don't just walk away from. This isn't the Academy anymore Oo
His gaze shifted briefly between the officers, studying their expressions, searching for clues they weren't saying out loud.
Beck/Shortrith/Taj'el: Response
Ryen: I appreciate you all helping to bring me up to speed, truly. It helps to know what I might be walking into.
A faint, slightly nervous chuckle escaped him.