What's Up, Doc

Posted on Mon Aug 7, 2023 @ 6:11pm by Captain Jason Faulkner & Lieutenant Amon Narud

1,516 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: Shakedown
Location: Transporter Room & Sickbay
Timeline: MD 03, 0900

Mid-morning a couple days after he'd arrived himself, Jason came to the transporter to welcome aboard an arriving member of his senior staff. He'd read over the doctor's file and was eager to make his acquaintance.

Duffle bag cross his shoulders hanging against his back and a padd in hand, Lieutenant Amon Narud, newly promoted which was exciting when he was told upon being accepted to the Challenger, materialised on the platform. He had been engrossed in his reading when he said energise so he was still reading for a few moments more after the transporter affect disappeared.

He wasn't sure if he'd be greeted and so looked down as he took the few steps to walk off the platform but could feel someone close and stopped, marked where he was reading. Amon looked up to see a very attractive male in the command greens waiting for him. The Captain by the rank he could see on the sleeves as he did a quick glance then back up to make eye contact.

Amon smiled, and lowered his padd but waited for the Captain to speak first as it was a sign of respect.

"Welcome aboard, Doctor Narud," Jason said. "I'm Captain Faulkner."

Offering his free hand, Amon continued to smile. "Thank you Captain," he had a brief moment of hesitation before they made physical contact. His fear irrationally caused him pause even though he knows only recently, prior to transport, had a fresh inhibitor injection. To distract himself he added. "Permission to come aboard?"

"Granted." After they shook hands, Jason gestured for Amon to follow him out of the transporter room. "Did you have a long trip reaching Starbase One?"

Amon grinned. "I've been on Earth for the last 6 years serving Starfleet Medical as well as expanding my knowledge in medical and science subjects." He said as he followed the Captain out into the corridor.

Jason snapped his fingers. "Of course, I knew that. You do biomedical research in addition to being a physician, correct? I remember thinking that'd be very helpful once we get out past the frontier and start exploring."

"That is correct sir," Amon chuckled. "I look forward to exploring once again."

"So do I. Fingers crossed that Starfleet Command doesn't get other ideas while we're out there." They stepped into a turbolift and after a short trip emerged a few decks above. "Sickbay is here toward the center of the deck, right through this door. I hope you'll find it suitable."

Amon pulled off his duffle bag as they entered Sickbay, he dropped it out of the way by the door. "Starfleet Command has been known to get ideas that interfere with everyone." He looked around as he walked by the biobeds and consoles, equipment trollies. "This will have to do," Amon joked. "I may request a few more pieces of equipment and supplies." He grinned as he turned back to the Captain.

"Certainly. I trust my subject-matter experts to know what they need. If you run into any problems getting the requisitions filled, let me know," Jason said. "I've already had some spaces rearranged to put one the biology labs directly across from sickbay so you'll have somewhere more convenient to do your research work without distractions."

“That is too kind of you sir, thank you.” Amon replied, he closed the distance between them. “Has any of the Senior Officers reported aboard yet, or am I the first?” He was a metre from the Captain now.

"You're the first." Jason smiled. "So if you have any preferences about which quarters you want, now's the time to call dibs. Maybe it's weird but personally I like to sleep with my head pointed forward."

Confusion played across the Doctor's face, Amon thought about what that meant. Though after a moment had to ask. "You want to face the direction of travel?"

"It just doesn't feel right flying through space feet-first. Like I said, weird, right?"

“I think that’s a counselor-type question, though I do have training in such.” Amon said as he looked around again, he wondered about his department. “Captain, how many other doctors and nurses will there be?”

"The org chart says you've got thirty-five people total," Jason replied. "You can expect one, maybe two other physicians, five or six nurses, and the rest are enlisted medical technicians. The exact number will depend on what Starfleet Personnel assigns us and whether there's any extra mission specialists that are in bio-medical."

Amon brings his hands together and does little quick claps with his fingers. "Delightful. Now Captain have you had your check in medical?" He grinned evil at Jason.

Jason sighed. "No. I suppose we may as well get this over with, I'm only going to get more busy as we start pre-mission checks."

"Delightful, and you can do mine if you would be so kind sir?" Amon asked, it wasn't really a hard thing to do to oneself but the idea of playing the patient with the Captain was quite a fun idea. He went to the nearby equipment mobile and picked up the medical tricorder, "do you want to sit or stand sir?"

Jason hopped onto a nearby biobed while giving Amon a quizzical look. "I do astrophysics and paracausal mechanics, doctor. Unless you're secretly a gormagander in disguise, my medical knowledge is limited to first aid."

“That’s quite alright Captain, you only have to scan me while I compare those results to previous physicals on my file.” Amon replied after a chuckle. He was so glad he was on his inhibitor as he knew he’d fall for the Captain. It was hard not to like the man.

He opened the medical tricorder, or medcorder as he’d fondly been calling it for a while now, and popped the sensor out before beginning the series of scans. “When was your last shoreleave Captain?” He asked all professional tone and expression as he worked.

"I've been assigned to headquarters in San Francisco for a little over a year," Jason said. "I made sure to set aside some three-day weekends go see all the famous sights."

Amon smiled, "that is excellent, I hope you will take a day or so many hours in the future for yourself." He said sternly. He began waving the sensor around the Captain's body and glanced at the wall monitor as the readings were picked up.

"I'll try. In my experience, starship captains don't get a lot of opportunity for time off. We'll see what Starfleet Command thinks," Jason said. "And Chancellor Sturka. The Orion Syndicate. Random asteroids flying at unprepared colonies. You get the idea."

"I should hope Starfleet Command will understand that Captains should be rested and eat well so you don't fall over from lack of sleep or eating," Amon said, "the others, maybe not the Chancellor, can be dealt with by your crew. Unless you plan on doing it all physically yourself?" A smirk slowly tugged on his lips as he spoke, though kept his eyes on the tricorder and the medical display as he did scan after scan with different parameters.

"I'll do my best to avoid situations that require me to visit sickbay again," Jason said with a smile of his own. "So, everything fine?"

The last scan completed and Amon smiled. "Everything is as it should be Captain, I don't know why people think its so bad. Oh well." He closed the tricorder and set it aside on a trolley. "I better go check out my quarters, um do you know where they are sir?"

"This deck, actually," Jason said, hopping off the biobed. "The outermost corridor ring, I think you're on the port side. If you don't see your name tag, ask the computer and it will guide you."

"Thank you Captain." Amon said and went to pick up his bag. He smiled as they seemed to head to the door at the same time. "After you Captain?" He gestured to the door with a slight bow at the knees.

Jason stepped through and pointed to the left. "Take the next radial corridor all the way out, turn left again, and if you reach impulse engineering you've gone to far. And again, if there's anything at all you need for sickbay, let me know and I'll make sure it gets delivered."

Amon followed into the corridor and looked down the direction the Captain gestured then back at his superior. "Thank you, sir, would you know how long we will be here for?" He asked as he hoped he'd might have time to go back to Earth to make sure he'd not forgotten anything or anyone he'd failed to check in with prior departure.

"We're scheduled for at least two weeks for final checks and loading," Jason said. "But we currently can't steer straight, so that might take longer. After we leave Sol System, we'll also be stopping by Starbase 12 before we head out for the frontier."

"Thank you sir," Amon said with a smile. "See you around," he winked and headed off towards his quarters.

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