<strong>Day 1 - 1015</strong><br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Yul_brynner.jpg)</div>Character: Dr. "Tiger" (Ty) Nadami (Lt. Cmdr. Aono Tsayafa Nadami), CMO<br/>Location:  Sickbay<br/>With:    Ensign Yan Ning & a Crewman<br/>Doing:  research<br/>Tagging: CSO Ben Duskfire, Capt. O'Connor, Ensign Yan Ning, Ensign Maira Snowpaw, open<br/><br/>It's a quiet morning so far in sickbay. In a way, this is how Dr. Nadami likes it: it means the crew is healthy and disciplined, that all the correct safety protocols are being observed. Since boarding the<em>Phoenix</em>a month ago as its new CMO -- his first formal assignment at the head of an entire ship's Medical division -- he's been impressed at the tight ship Captain O'Connor runs.<br/><br/><em>Jack would approve,</em>he thinks, not the first time his thoughts have flashed back to his friend, the current CO of the<em>Saratoga</em>. The thought has a wistful edge to it, but Ty Nadami has never been one to dwell too much on the past. The past should be left where it is; he's here, dedicated to this moment, this command, the fresh challenges and the new faces it will bring... and if there's a drawback to the well-oiled machine that the<em>Phoenix's</em>crew presents, it's that it hasn't yet presented him with a real challenge to sink his teeth into.<br/><br/>Until now.<br/><br/>Sitting at his desk and reading through Duskfire's report on the plague from Obi VI -- watching with an old habit of constant vigilance out of the corner of his eye as Ensign Yan Ning tends to a Crewman with a broken ankle in sickbay's main treatment area just outside his office -- he feels a certain guilt-edged excitement rising at the thought of facing the first real test of his new command. Duskfire's report is cautious and conservative, competent and succinct, and a trifle dull: much like his impression of the man. Uninspired, perhaps, but inspiration in this particular field isn't the CSO's job; it's Nadami's.<br/><br/>Fascinated by the mention of the specialist they're diverting to pick up -- she must be a high-flyer indeed to be worth diverting the<em>Phoenix</em>for -- he speaks aloud: "Computer. Please access all Starfleet Medical data and records relating to Dr. Susan Nuress." He'll need to know all he can about her if he's going to organize the Sickbay complex to support her work with maximum efficiency.<br/><br/><em>Or,</em>a little voice whispers in the back of his mind:<em>To get as much of the job done for her as possible before she even arrives.</em>A mysterious adaptive contagion, the CSO recommending the strictest possible isolation protocols. It's hard not to think that this is a perfect opportunity to test Nadami's own slightly unorthodox approach to the medical arts. Not that the purpose would be to upstage Nuress or anything like it; simply to present her with the best possible range of advice from his own findings and experience, and that of his officers and staff. Possible scenarios are already racing through his mind.<br/><br/>As the ship's computer directs its findings on Nuress to his datapad, he minimizes them for a moment, fingers flashing as he types in a reminder note to himself to schedule a quick meeting with the Captain to discuss his findings in more details than the chiefs' meeting would allow -- for come this evening he's sure to have some preliminary hypotheses in place -- and brings up the staff schedule for the day.<em>What's that biologist's name again... Snowpaw. Might be interesting to see what she can contribute.</em>There are some of his people that he's barely laid eyes on yet; it's a definite priority to learn more about them and their capabilities, and there's no time like the present. And for that matter, it's a priority to learn more about his Captain, too: in the flurry of settling into his new assignment, he hasn't seen much of her either beyond a routine physical.<em>Perhaps she likes a home-cooked meal? Can't hurt to put one's best foot forward...</em><br/><br/><em>Speaking of which...</em>Looking up, he sees the Ensign finishing up with the Crewman, the bone regenerator having done its work, the clear support bandage wrapped around her foot and ankle as a precaution against any anomalies. The "Crewman" is in fact a young and very attractive Earth female of about twenty years of age, who's smiling and nodding as Ensign Yan clearly gives her a last few instructions.<br/><br/>Not waiting for the Ensign to call him over to set the CMO's imprimatur on the routine procedure, Nadami sets his data-pad aside and bustles out to greet the Crewman, wearing a warm and encouraging smile on his lips and a look of mild, fatherly admonishment in his eyes. She smiles shyly at him as he approaches; the kind of look of clumsy flirtation that, as always, brings out in him the protectiveness of an encounter with innocence. Not for the first time, he wonders what it must be like to have to rely on such a limited sensory package as most humanoids possess to signal and process the sexual parts of life. He imagines it must be like being blind, or deaf, from birth: cut off from a whole universe of chemical sense and communication that they never miss, because they simply can't fathom its existence.<br/><br/>The Ensign smoothly hands over the datapad with the patient's chart on it as he approaches. "Well, Crewman Hull," he booms at her good-naturedly. "Not that I'm not very pleased to meet you, but I'm sure today has taught you the virtues of caution, yes?"