Episode 1.1: Sidetracked - What Am I Doing Today?

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Posted on Sat Mar 23rd, 2013 @ 7:58am by Commander Barim Nash & Lieutenant Vanya Hudson-Riley

Mission: Episode 1.1: Sidetracked
Location: Sickbay

"Computer, what am I doing today?"

Barim strolled into his office, hot cup of coffee in hand. Habit he retained from his years on Earth.

"You have a medical check-up in Sickbay at 0830 hours. Then..." the computer proceeded to sum up his day.

"Huh," said Barim to himself. "Shoulda blocked out my time, I guess."

Several minutes later, he strolled almost equally casually into Sickbay. Coffee still in hand.

In the office that Vanya had now been acquianted with for exactly sixteen minutes the CMO was trying to figure out what access lock out was preventing her from at least making a start of crew records. She also wondered why the XO had not replied to her request for an appointment. The sooner that was overwith the better.

Spotting a possible patient through the glazed windows of the room she reached out one arm and snatched up her white coat from the back of the chair. As she walked Vanya shrugged her arms into the sleeves and its shoulders over her own, then she stepped out into sickbay.

"Do you have an appointment?" she asked.

"According to the Aeon, I do," said Barim, unsuspectingly taking a sip from his coffee.

By the Rings of Betazed, but he hadn't expected the new CMO to be so... attractive. He instantly knocked himself on the head on the inside. Remember your rules, Barim! No fraternizing with the crew.

"Well, why don't you come through. I'm waitin' for the XO to return a call, but we'll put him off until we're finished," Vanya said with a smile. "Is this routine, or do you have something you want to talk about?" she asked as the doors closed behind them.

"Routine..." replied Barim, grinning. "Unless there's new insights on the effects of coffee on Betazoids."

"Then why don't you hop up onto that biobed over there," she said, There was only one within the office used for private consultations. "When was your last check up, Mister?" she preferred to talk rather than look up medical records if it was a routine exam, the paperwork she could catch up with later.

"Just put your coffee on the side there," she added with a wave towards an empty trolly.

Barim quickly finished his coffee, before obediently putting the cup away. "Remind me to chuck that into the replicator when we're done," he said as he lay down on the biobed. "And my last check-up was when I returned from my sabbatical year and got assigned to the Aeon. So... last month, really."

"We should be finished in no time then. Was there something in particular that's been troubling you since your last check up, Commander?" she asked, taking his rank from the pips at his throat. Vanya reached for the arch and drew it forward and down, "

I'm Doctor Hudson-Riley, by the way. You probably haven't seen me here before as I'm new aboard. Should give the fella who's been filling in for me a bit of time to focus on his own job," she continued.

"Barim Nash, pleased to meet you, doctor. And no problems, as far as I know. You'll be heading up the medical department then?"

As she adjusted the setting Vaya muttered something under her breath in Orion that in translation was anatomically impossible, she might not have done much homwork on the crew, but enough to recognise the name,

"Correct. And you'd be our Executive Officer." Vanya tilted her head slightly to one side and smiled, "and there was me thinking you were never going to call me back," she continued the Irish lilt apparent in her tone.

"I've never stood up a beautiful woman and I don't intend to start now," replied Barim innocently.

"Flattery, Commander? If I didn't know better I'd say you signed yourself up for an extra medical jut to make my acquaintance," she said with a chuckle. "But woe, two medicals in the space of a month and nothin' to show for it but a clean bill of health. Doesn't give you much excuse to come back," she observed. Should I watch out for a judicious accident so that you can return and garner my sympathy?"

Barim stood up from the bio-bed. "Sorry, doc," he said. "I do work out to stay fit. If it's any kind of consolation, you could personally update me on the health of the crew at regular intervals. Instead of handing in another dusty report I'd have to dig through."

"That could be arranged, it does no harm to have an inkling where issues might lie," she said, "though those reports can be a godsend if you're having trouble sleeping," she added wryly.

"Hehe," said Barim. "If that ever becomes an issue, I'll let you know. So, I'm free to go?"

"Of course, clean bill of health," she replied.

"Then I'll be off. If you need anything, do let me know, alright? I'm here for the crew and that includes the doc!"

"Don't worry, I will. Don't forget your coffee cup," she prompted, just in case he forgot.


Commander Barim Nash
Executive Officer

Lieutenant Vanya Hudson-Riley
Chief Medical Officer


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