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The Dawning

Posted on Sun May 2nd, 2021 @ 6:52am by Lieutenant Gavin Ross Dr. & Lieutenant Nimeeh Vixil

Mission: Guilty By Association
Location: Assistant Chief of Medical - Office
Timeline: Mission Day 06: 1100 Hours


[ON:]

Gavin was settling in on the medical deck of the USS Dreadnought. The impressive Valkyrie class vessel was a true testament to Starfleet's engineering and scientific capabilities. While overwhelming as it were, Ross took the Medical assignment as Chief with his usual calm and collected nature. He was confident he would be able to run things with the medical, surgical, and dental wards quite well.

Although, he was one man. He could not lead without a team, and Gavin was impressed at the Officers working alongside him within the Medical department of the massive vessel. In its most accurate form, the department was a whole Earth-sized Medical Institution.

After having taken a passive round of walks through the medical deck, Gavin was intent on each departmental workings. He found the Officers were all staffed expertly, according to each expertise. While doing this, Gavin was dressed down in his casual clothing, with a crisp white tee-shirt and a pair of khaki cargo shorts. Ross didn't want to interrupt the internal operations.

Holding a silver stainless steel mug of coffee in his hand and a few padds in his khaki shorts stuffed, he walked back into the Medical Main Office of the deck. While he had not visited his own office yet, his first formal greeting was to sit down with his Assistant Chief of Medical, Lieutenant Nimeeh Vixil. According to her records, she was a 28-year-old Trill female. At her young age, Nimeeh looked to have a considerable amount of experience.

Chiming at the Lieutenant's office doorway, Ross poked his head inward through the doors, not waiting for an answer. Always curious and friendly, he had let himself into the Assistant Chief's office.

"Lieutenant." Gavin had spoken with a calm and collected smile. "I hope I am not interrupting you." He had begun. "I am Lieutenant Ross. Call me Gavin. I'm the new Chief of Medical onboard the Dreadnought." He gestured towards the seat at the other end of her desk. "May I stop in to say hello?"

Nim had been going through patient files, updating notes with most recent medicals. Her desk was littered with PaDD's, console in front of her open, listening to a playback of an earlier audio recording. One hand wrapped around a hot chocolate, her jacket slung over the back of her chair.

If the sound of the voice startled her, she made no visible reaction. Instead, she lifted her head toward the door, brushed her long dark hair back over her shoulder and smiled. "Of course, take a seat," she offered graciously, setting the PaDD in her hand aside and locking the console. "Please, call me Nim."

"Nim, it is a pleasure to meet you. Please call me Gavin." He offered in return. Choosing the liberty of taking the second seat on the side of her desk, he had sat down relaxed with his padd at his side. "Well, you certainly look swamped." He gestured his hands outward at her desk.

Nim laughed and leaned back in her seat. "I underestimated how many patients a ship this size would be dealing with on a daily basis," she shook her head. "During the day I mostly resort to taking audio notes because it's quick and I can do it quickly between patients and other things. Then my evenings I spend transposing audio notes into text."

She paused for a moment, picking up the hot chocolate and taking a sip, wincing at the cold liquid. "I guess I've been at it a little longer than I realised," she laughed and pushed the mug away. "So, how are you settling in Gavin? How many times have you gotten lost so far?" She grinned.

"Well. I tell by the ward I am in, the section, and the facility's general dynamics. If it were not for the coded units, I would be lost. But yes, I got lost on which turbo lift transfers on certain decks. That's something I've never experienced before." Gavin leaned back into his seat, helping to his metal mug of coffee.

"You transpose your dictations to text…" He almost deadpanned. "Well, there is where your spending most of your evenings. Simple. I have my dictation software analyze and coordinate according to parameter index catalogs and cc the appropriate departments. The text is interceding along the way." Ross looked puzzled.

"I tried that for a little while, but I find that taking the time to transpose it myself, I tend to recall more of the patient's information. It refreshes the appointment in my head, gives me a chance to add any extra notes I may have missed, add follow up concerns that I may not have thought of at the time, it just gives me another chance to familiarize myself with the patient. I know it takes up time, but I've found it works well for me." Nim smiled.

"Have you had much experience in the autopsy, cadaver ward?" Gavin thought he would ask.

There was a long moment of silence as Nim rubbed absently at the scarring around her wrists. "Not extensively," she said quietly. "I did an internship on a body farm when I was in Medical school, and I've both assisted in and conducted my own autopsies as needed. I am quite capable of doing the work, it just isn't my preferred place to work."

"Of course." Gavin was not one to tell another Doctor how to do their paperwork. If it got done and submitted on time, then who was he to interrupt Nim's process. "Good. I don't mind working in the ward. I am working on a Federation Journal presentation with a few other Doctors, and whenever perish the thought," he chuckled at his pun. "Whenever we do get one, I'm studying interferon ganglia resistant post-necrosis. Dibs on the body."

He then shook his head. "That's not what I had come to talk to you about." He relaxed his eyes on Nim. "I was completing my walk-through, and I couldn't help but notice one optometrist was using a microanalytic shocker, type IV. The Dreadnaught must have one of the first of the new series I've seen." Gavin was ecstatic. "I'm just happy to be here. I've already completed processing reports on the Red Forms 9-14 serries notations have been approved, so you can go ahead with those if you've been waiting. I hope not too long?" He probed.

Nim shook her head. "Not too long at all," she smiled warmly. "I had approval from the XO to sign off on anything needed while we were waiting for a new chief, so what was waiting was just the last day or two that I hadn't gotten to yet. I actually sat in on the staff briefing earlier for the upcoming mission, have you been briefed on that yet?"

"Nim, I have had a word about it with the Fleet Captain. I would like to have a sit-down with the Medical Staff in the boardroom. We have a lot to discuss. I will be chairing the meeting and relaying our departmental requests between Security, Engineering, and Sciences. I want to know anything and everything that you all have to say on it before we begin any roadmap on the new Hospital Facility." Gavin had clasped his two hands together as he had leaned inward from his seat in the discussion. "Have you any thoughts regarding the Medical Rollout of the Mission? There are two factions that we will simultaneously be building a dual ward structure, as so the two races do not intermix." Gavin had shaken his head. "What a mess."

Nim paused for a moment, thinking. "I don't think that there will be any problem keeping the two sides apart, my bigger concern is security." She bit her bottom lip for a moment. "A medical replicator can be a very powerful tool. We'd need to make sure we're very careful and monitor replicator access."

"Good point." Gavin had gestured with his hand pointing at her reply. "See that is what we need to think of. I am sure when I speak to Chief of Security, we will have a better idea of what systems can be readily installed for safe guarding."

"I'm anticipating the standard planetary diseases that occur during a war breakout, however, there is little scant data on the planet's bio assays. Have you had a chance to take a look at what we may be dealing with Nim?"

Picking up a PaDD, Nim waved it slightly before setting it back down again. "I've got them here to go over. I planned to take them home with me tonight for a more thorough read through but the preliminary assessments don't have anything that have me immediately concerned. There'll be a few basic innoculations for any crew going surface side, and I'd recommend everyone exercise caution over local flora and fauna."

"Interesting." Ross furrowed a raised brow. "Any reasons? Other than the standard unknowns of biological harm."

"Good, I will start with inoculations myself on my patients that I see. I've begun a rollout of the 11009 vaccinations for this mission. Seems wise." Gavin had added.

"There is one creature in particular on the planet that has the potential to be particularly venemous to a number of members of our crew. Aside from that, there are low levels of toxins present in the native waterways. While it isn't likely to have significant impacts on the majority of our crew, it could still pose some risk, especially to some of our crew due to their individual situations."

"Good work." Gavin had nodded. "Would you please put that into the planetary briefing padd that is issued to every away team member. They probably won't be looking at it, but it is good to highlight." Ross smiled.

Nim laughed. "So clearly this isn't your first rodeo," she replied with a shake of her head. "It never ceases to amaze me how many people get given important safety information and don't bother to read it. But, you know, I can guarantee that if one of them ends up in sickbay after drinking or swimming in local water and you can bet bars of latinum that they'll blame us for not telling them, even though it was all right their for their reading!"

"Oh they have been read the riot act on that." Ross laughed. "You know. One would think if we had padds of pamphlets for package deals to RISA on the next shore leave, they would be read in a heartbeat." He paused. "Could we be as sneaky enough to do that?" Gavin shook his head and laughed.

"It is good to laugh like this again. It's been a busy few days."

"Well, they do say that laughter is the best medicine," Nim smiled. "But really, I don't forsee any issues with this, at least from a medical perspective. We should be well organised by the time we get there. So long as security is on point we should be fine."

"Excellent. We shall be rolling out the medical facility within a few moments notice. I thank you for your professionalism Doctor Vixil." He spoke to his assistant Chief of Medical, whom he was proud to know.

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