A Tialan Physical

Posted on Sat Sep 30th, 2017 @ 7:51am by Staff Sergeant Nyx'e'Trixe Valentine

Mission: https://wellington.pegasusfleet.site/index.php/sim/missions/id/3
Location: Medical
Timeline: June 15, 2399 @ 11:30 PM

Off duty, Nyx was unlike some of the Marines, but more similar than she dared admit. Part of it was the fact that she saw herself not just as an officer, but as nearly a different social class as the enlisted troops, but that she was far outside the social standing of her two other officers, Lieutenant Colonel Blanchard and Major Lo'Mah, being only a First Lieutenant. So what she did was to be alone during most of that time. But that also made her off duty time a rather good time to do those things that she needed to do as part of the functions of being on the ship.

And that was what brought her to outside the main medical bay of the ship wondering what they would make of her. She knew a basic profile of her species had been uploaded into the system, one of the major sources having been herself, but it still didn't exempt her from needing her 'arrival' physical examination by one of the ship's medical officers. It could be worse: It could have been her first week at the Academy when high ranking medical officers literally poked and prodded her in order to help create the general 'healthy' profile for the computers to use,she was aware that the 'general' exam would be rather painless, if her makeup didn't cause problems. That was one of the problems with the world of her birth.

She triggered the door and stepped into the medical bay, not quite resplendent in the off duty uniform of a Marine officer, but still neatly dressed. Her eyes scanned the sparsely attended room and despite her first instinct to draw the pistol-gripped phaser off her left hip to clear the bay of hostiles that weren't there, she saw a dark-haired officer with eyes that matched looking over a PADD as he sat in one of the chairs. A slight smile crossed Nyx's lips as she recognized, or thought she did, someone who was more than a little bored with what wasn't going on.

"Excuse me," Her eyes flicked at the collar of the other officer's uniform, catching two full and one hollow pips of a Lieutenant Commander, "My Lord," She continued, "I'm sorry to bother you, but do you have the time to help me out? I need an arrival physical."

Rennan looked up, sensing this patient was a bit anxious about medical stuff but mostly just wanted it to get it over with. "Of course, Lieutenant. You're just coming aboard?" he asked.

"Yes,My Lord. First Lieutenant Nyx'e'Trixe Valentine,Starfleet Marines, My Lord." She gestured to the biobed in question, "Should I, My Lord?"

"Nice to meet you" Rennan replied. "I'm Dr. Rennan, the Chief Medical Officer. "Take a bed." he added, starting the scan, looking rather puzzled. "That's strange... There's some kind of interference."

Nyx nodded and stood up, taking off her gunbelt and unstrapping the one on her leg. She then shrugged out of the duty jacket, as the insides became visibke, several bladed weapons showed to be attached to the inside, as well as a wrist strapped small knife. She reached inside the neck of her tunic and pulled out a narrow stilleto and put all of it on another biobed before reaching down and grabbing the hem of her tunic and started to pullbit up to take it off.

"I'll try that and see if that's better." he said. "So far so good. So where were you before this posting, Lieutenant?"

Nyx tossed the shirt onto the stack of weaponry, ignoring the fact that she wasn't wearing her normal armoring underneath, "Starfleet Academy, My Lord. I had to spend extra time there to catch up on my education. I wasn't allowed to learn too much on my homeworld that didn't involve combat."

"Where's that?" The doctor asked, surprised by how much clothing- and weaponry - this patient seemed to be removing. "Did you walk through a phosphorous mine on the way here?" he asked, continuing the scan.

Nyx let out a short laugh, "No, My Lord, and no, your instruments are not malfunctioning. Tialans have a lot of phosphorous in our systems, our world has an overall amou-" She closed her eyes in concentration, trying to come up with the right word, "Horith... Concentration." Her blue eyes opened again, "The concentration of it is about five times higher than that of Earth. It really dampens energy production, which you might not think."

"I see." Rennan said. "I've just never seen so much of it. So what did you do on Tial? Besides apparently study combat."

"Go into combat." She shrugged halfway, "Other states, rebels primarily. I am a war priestess of Bey'a'dande, and also of the lower caste. They didn't expect me to live this long as it was, but most war priests have only a little more general and higher knowledge than I did, that was for academics and other priesthoods."

"Well I must say, from what I see so far, you're in fairly excellent health all things considered." Rennan said. "I sensed you were a bit nervous about coming in here though."

"I admit, My lord, I have been subjected to quite a few examinations in the last few years. The baseline profile you see was actually compiled using myself as the primary test subject." Nyx chuckled, "A new species, must observe as much as possible. Of course, there was this one doctor who wanted a closer look, as you say, on a personal level. His hand did recover."

Rennan laughed. "You only wrecked his hand? You were perhaps too nice." he added. "Well, I don't see anything to be too concerned about. Looks like you're in perfect health. I do hope you'll take some time to relax though and not over-exert yourself."

"Control is the mark of a true warrior." Nyx laughed, "It feels like I can't over exert myseld, My Lord, not since I left Tial at least. But there really isn't much else to do on board than train quite a bit. The only other Marine officers are significantly higher in rank and Starfleet experience than myself and there is an unspoken distance between myself and the troops."

"I'm sure they'll all come around. They're probably not used to seeing someone of your species and your skill on board." Rennan replied. "Marines can be a stubborn bunch. You just need to give them some time."

"Oh, I know that, My Lord." She hopped off the table and put the tunic back on, then started the process of replacing her ordnance in their proper places, "I'm more concerned about the rest of the ship. Physically, I fit in rather well, these," she briefly brushed a cheek, "They just see s random tattoos, otherwise many think I am just human."

"What are the significance of the tattoos?" Engal asked as he wrapped up.

"They show who I am." Nyx smiled, "A priestess of the third class of the goddess Bey'a'dande. On Tial, only priests and priestesses can wear them, others who do... It isn't pleasant for them."

"You'll have to tell me about it some time. Well, Lieutenant.. I'll let you get settled in. Welcome aboard." Rennan replied.

"Thank you, My Lord." Nyx settled the gunbelt in what seemed an automatic movement, "Whenever you wish to talk, I shall make myself available."

"I look forward to it." Rennan said. "Good luck."

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