RP Log: Hotshot Physicals

Roleplay Log
Participants: Sawyer	Choma
Location(s): Medical Complex - Main Wing Exam Room One - Main Wing
Stardate: 123813.0
2022-09-28 18:20

Medical Complex - Main Wing <USS Sao Paulo NCC-122004>

The corridors of the medical complex are spacious and allow for easy access to the various sections. The walls and bulkheads are an unpainted titanium that reflects a natural blue-like tinge. This is accentuated by horizontal and vertical inlays in the walls of a slightly darker blue tinge, creating a half-meter square tile-like effect. The carpeting down the center of the corridor is a deep maroon with a thin band of light-grey trim, then to the walls it is a roughly a half-meter wide mocha-colour. Recessed lighting in the ceiling and along the floor boards provides ample illumination, adjusting in colour as the alert status of the vessel changes. Black, glossy panelling runs intermittently along the bulkheads at shoulder height, allowing access to the LCARS interface.

Sawyer is exchanging a few parting words with one of his large medical staff. He notes the battle lift's arrival, but doesn't turn to pay it special mind. There are thousands aboard. He is free directly.

Hatter steps off the lift and glances around before heading to Sawyer, "Evening, Doctor."

Sawyer smiles. "Howdy there. Our chief hotshot pilot. How ya been keeping, son?"

Hatter chuckles, "I think I've been staying on the ship. I'm not so sure at times, especially with all the strange things that were going on."

Sawyer nods. "I was just reading Jim's report. I've had a belly full of temporal horseshit. What brings you here, Hatter?"

"I still need my physical," Hatter replies. "Hate to lose my flight readiness status just because I overlooked it."

"Nope, we definitely can't have that," Sawyer says. "Glad ya came down. Let's head starboard for one of the exam rooms."

Exam Room One - Main Wing <USS Sao Paulo NCC-122004>

The exam room isn't much more than a small alcove off to the side of the general medical wing. It is used for general examinations, and for treating less serious, and certainly non-life threatening injuries. Medical professionals have a variety of tools and equipment and their disposal here for diagnosing patients. The walls and bulkheads are an unpainted titanium that reflects a natural blue-like tinge. This is accentuated by horizontal and vertical inlays in the walls of a slightly darker blue tinge, creating a half-meter square tile-like effect. Recessed lighting in the ceiling and along the floor boards provides ample illumination, adjusting in colour as the alert status of the vessel changes. Black, glossy panelling runs intermittently along the bulkheads at shoulder height, allowing access to the LCARS interface.

Hatter follows Sawyer and takes a seat on the biobed.

Sawyer sets the scanners for the correct species and starts the scans. "So what do ya think of our new boat?"

Hatter shrugs, "Seems to be a confusing design. Whole sections appear to be more like a starbase than a ship. And there's far more noise than I expected to have to deal with on a ship when I graduated from the Academy."

"You mean mental noise?" The doctor asks, studying your face for a moment.

Hatter nods, "Of course. It's nothing that's a problem. I lived on planets after all and even spent time on starbases. Even spent time on that ark, when we were on the Pathfinder. I just got used to having a relatively small number of minds around."

The doctor considers that, not automatically taking what you say as gospel, as he suspects you're the type who'd downplay a difficulty. "And so, what strategies are you usin' to compensate for the increased noise?" He asks. "On a planet, you can beam out to the countryside. We're gonna be on this tin can, maybe for years. Long mission ahead."

Chuckling, Hatter says, "It's not an issue, Doctor. If I had that much trouble with crowds, I never would've been able to enter the Academy. My sister would have made sure that was in my file. Besides, I'm down in the bowels of the stardrive or up on the bridge. My duty stations don't have me situated in the middle of stressed and scared civilians."

"That's true enough," the doctor says. "So far these readings scan fine. Now, besides the mental noise, anything else you need me to know?"'

Hatter shakes his head, "If I had any problems, even with the noise, I would've been here sooner."

Sawyer nods. "Better have been," he grumbles. He harumphs. "Good news is, you can still fly."

Hatter asks innocently, "With my feet, Doc?"

Sawyer snorts. "With the wings you keep trying to grow," he says. "What do you do during shifts when you ain't flyin'? I've always wondered. Like right now. We're just sittin'."

"The ship is just sitting, but the fighter wing isn't," Hatter notes. "We still have all that new support equipment down below, the launch tubes, and of course integration between Ice and the Tigerclaws."

"True enough. Alright." He snaps off the scanners. "You're getting a clean bill of health, this time."

Hatter chuckles, "I hope every time." He gets up off the biobed.