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Posted on Fri Feb 7th, 2025 @ 12:42pm by Commander Koda Screaminghorse
Edited on on Wed Oct 1st, 2025 @ 6:51pm

629 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: 1 - Third Contact
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: MD01 - 1500

There were some things that a newly assigned member of Starfleet needed to do. It was like a laundry list of items. From getting your quarters to unpacking your things, to reporting in, to...medicals. Now Painswick didn't really mind medicals. It wasn't something she considered often, that some people hated medicals. Maybe if they thought something was wrong? Aelia knew her body well enough to know there wasn't anything wrong with her that wasn't attributed to her body naturally aging. Of course, after 30, these things had included: painful neck if I sleep wrong, lower back pain if I sleep wrong, new hairs appearing that I did not consent to but can luckily remove easily, hormonal headaches and other things of that ilk, a grey hair and the sudden fascination with olives.

In other words, time might be a theory, yet it wasn't ignored by her body.

She made her way to sickbay, entering the sterile environment of bright lights, people walking from one end to the other carrying medical tricorders and the hushed whispers of nurses. Great. She looked around before finding the highest ranking person she could see...

And yes, it did help she knew the Chief Medical Officer was a Klingon.

He wasn't easily missed either, with the flowing hair, the stern expression...the lab coat. Yes, there was a Chief Medical Officer. She took a deep breath designed to lower her heart rate before she walked over. "Doctor Umok? Lieutenant Painswick, here for my onboarding medical."

The doctor turned, his nostrils flaring and his eyes growing wide as he observed the delicate, pale human female before him. His glower, which only lasted a moment but likely felt like a lifetime, suddenly shifted into a broad smile. "Ah, yes, Counselor Painswick! Welcome aboard. It will be an honor to administer your physical - you, who shall be my ally in preserving the health and wellness of our stalwart crew."

Umok proudly gestured to the nearest biobed. "Please be seated, Counselor. Have you had any major illnesses or procedures in the past year?"

Painswick had stiffened at the glower - a pure biological reaction of a predator in your face - and then the smile had made her tense even further. Klingons smiling was just two seconds away from terrifying. She did walk over to the biobed and sat down on it, watching him. "No and no. I had a cold four months ago, but that was just the Terran common cold."

"Ah yes, the Terran common cold," Umok commiserated. "A cunning condition that to this day remains best treated by time, rest, and warm Targ's milk." He removed the probe from the medical tricorder and held it close to his patient's brow to begin the standard scan. "Any difficulties with your vision, hearing, or sense of smell?"

"No, no, no," Painswick said as she watched him, considering it for a moment. "Headaches, occasionally, nothing that I can't just take a hypo for." It was her own fault for too much reading, or too much annoyance at people. "I don't have any issues wit my...senses though." That she knew of. Oh, she was the right age for needing her eyes adjusted though.

The Klingon nodded, continuing his scan. "Any encounters with omnipotent beings, temporal anomalies, or transporter incidents, up to and including accidental cloning or excursions to alternate dimensions?"

Painswick thought about it, considering it. "Not sure my Mum counts as an omnipotent being. Meetings do seem to slow down a lot, seconds feeling like minutes. Is that a temporal anomality? Or just boredom. Who can say," she said and looked at the Klingon doctor. "If I had been cloned, would I have known about it? But a firm no to alternate dimension."

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