Lieutenant JG Quentin Beck - On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl
Quentin Beck
((Sickbay Complex, Deck 10, USS Ronin))
Beck: I like action as much as the next guy but that usually means we're gonna be stupid busy.
The vials the Ensign was working on clinked together as the batch finished running.
Syrex: Doctor, I would recommend we distribute these inoculations out to any telepathic species on board as soon as we can, they are more vulnerable to S-radiation, it may save us some time in the long run.
Nodding his agreement, he moved to the other side of the room towards the hover carts.
Beck: Good call. ::thoughtful:: I wonder if it would be smarter to send the medics out in small waves rather than loading them to bear to get a whole section done at once… I think we have the manpower that might work better in the long run.
Syrex: I know it takes more of our time, which we may not have, but it could reduce our workload when we are stretched thin and every second counts.
He nodded again, offering her a slim smile.
Beck: Very good, Grasshopper. That's the kind of support I need in a good minion, so keep it up.
Syrex: Yes, Doctor.
Moving to the far wall, Quentin grabbed the handle of a hover cart that was loaded with multiple pallets of vials and dragged it over next to the table where he'd dropped off the arithrazine. Then he raised his stumpy right arm and glared at the fabric covering where his hand should have been before reaching into the pocket of his labcoat and extracting a hook that was mounted on a synthetic sleeve that fit neatly over said stump.
Ohnari had told him no hooks on their last conversation, but he'd opted not to listen because he didn't know how the hell else he was supposed to use his right arm for anything until she managed to get him a prosthetic. That would unfortunately have to wait until after the encounter with the Lattice Alliance, assuming they survived it at all.
That was a cheery thought.
Beck: ::under his breath as he looks through the hook:: For reasons of good form, I have decided that the so-called 'Pan' will return in three days to commit the arbitrament of the sword.
Syrex: Did you say something, doctor? ::Turns to face his general direction::
He blinked, glancing over at her, his cheeks coloring a little.
Beck: You, uh… weren't 'sposed to hear that.
No one was supposed to hear that. That was supposed to be an internal monologue. He'd have to get that looked at later.
Syrex: Oh, I didn’t really :: Turns back to her work:: I only really heard muttering.
Quentin wasn't entirely sure he believed her. He waved the hook dismissively and shook his head.
Beck: Just me being an idiot. Are you almost done with that batch?
Syrex: Yes, it shouldn’t be mu-
The machine helping to distribute the doses equally among the vials beeped repeatedly, suddenly getting hung up as a red light began to flash.
Syrex: Urgh :: Slaps the top of the machine lightly :: I have an appreciation for this ship, but sometimes it just doesn’t work. Hang on…
Quentin watched in mild amusement as she reached around behind it to start pressing things and it wasn't long before the lights flashed green instead. Seemed the Ronin was keeping up the tradition of hazing the newbies all on its own.
Syrex: There we go, as I said, different interface, sometimes they lock up, is all. I’d suggest running a diagnostic when we are out of this situation, doctor.
Beck: ::eyes sparkling:: Log it with the maintenance team and they'll take care of it. Feel free to copy me on that one.
Syrex: Right, that’s that batch done, should hopefully do us for now, whats next on your checklist?
He hooked his… well, hook over his shoulder to indicate the box of chemicals he'd loaded on the table.
Beck: Start prepping the next set of vials. You'll want to double-check the replication date and that they've all been sterilized before we can put them through the machine. Any that are out of date, put in one pile. Any that need sterilization, put in a different pile. Any ready to go, put in a different pile.
Syrex: Ok, that doesn’t sound too complicated, I’ll get right on that.
Although he didn't yet know her very well, he could sense some sort of tension as she passed to get started on the sorting. It was partly in the way she carried herself; while she had been incredibly bubbly the first day they'd met, she was almost low-key, and that seemed… strange to him. Of course, this was her first mission, so she likely had some butterflies going. He turned to watch her, pursing his lips, then decided maybe it was a moment to drop the rank structure and speak to her as a colleague.
Beck: You okay, Alyndra?
Syrex: Response
He raised his good hand slightly to interrupt her.
Beck: Please - it's Quentin right now.
He knew he wouldn't be able to address everything she would be worried about, but he hoped he could provide at least some minor advice, with her being so green. It wasn't so long ago he'd been the fresh-faced Ensign himself.
Syrex: Response
Beck: ::almost under his breath:: Oh, the places you'll go…
Syrex: Response
Beck: Heh - sorry. I'll uh… have to start working on the muttering thing. It's a quote from a book on Earth. It's a children's book, but I think it has some of the best life advice I've ever come across.
Syrex: Response
Beck: There's a section where it talks about how you'll find yourself alone, more often than not, and when you're alone you'll meet things that scare your pants off, so scary you won't want to go on. But you will go on, because you should and you must, and you'll find ways to overcome whatever it is that's scaring you. ::raising a finger:: I do want to point out, though - you're not alone here. I'm right here with you.
Syrex: Response
Tag/TBC
Lieutenant JG Quentin Beck
Acting Chief Medical Officer
USS Ronin NCC-34523
A238810SA0