USS ZHUKOV - Medical
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				Title: <strong>USS ZHUKOV - Medical</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 14:55:01</strong>
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				Sub department of Science Division<br>Responsible for the Medical welfare of the crew.<br><br>On the Zhukov the medical department is small but highly advanced department.<br><br>(http://i859.photobucket.com/albums/ab153/karenJ1968/sickbay_zps468e7a91.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Medical</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 21:24:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k263/Zarg78/Orion%20Slave%20Girls/Maras.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Meris Jiulis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sickbay<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, 1000<br><strong>With:</strong> Alone atm<br><br>Senior Chief Petty Officer stood in the bright, sparkling sickbay.&nbsp; Her eyes were wide as she took in all the new equipment.&nbsp; Sickbay might be small, but there was a hell of a lot of stuff here.&nbsp; She had arrived on board three days ago, someone had to over see the calibration of the various tricorders and medical devices.<br><br>Now the place was ready, all they needed was the CMO.&nbsp; She had read his file, he was going to be interesting to work with, she wondered if he would have a good working relationship with the nurses, some Doctors thought they were better, others knew to listen to the nurses, especially one with Meris's experience.<br><br>Anyway, sickbay was ready, now all she needed was the CMO and staff.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Medical</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma Sinclair</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 23:05:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i616.photobucket.com/albums/tt247/mr_karmasinc/Monaghan1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kezek Rahn<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sickbay<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, 1010<br><br>Rahn walked through the corridors and kept his eyes glued to the PADD he was carrying. If it looked like he was busy maybe people would ignore him and let him have his privacy. The last thing he wanted was to be accosted by the so-called well-meaning crew members that were crowding the corridors. He hated small talk and yet everyone seemed to expect it from him. He didn't know if it was because he was Bajoran or because he was a doctor. Either way, he hated it and didn't want to engage in it.<br><br>He bumped into someone and grunted in acknowledgement/apology/dismissal as he continued walking. He glanced up and noticed that he was near his destination. He had a full schedule of physical to perform and he wasn't looking forward to it. Most of the crew physicals could be handled by his staff, but he still had to handle the senior officers personally. Sighing softly, he walked to the door and stepped inside.<br><br>He scanned the room and shook his head. It was the typical drab sickbay that Starfleet was so fond of. He didn't see any patients and nodded his approval. There always seemed to be someone coming to sickbay for minor injuries that could be treated with a simple first aid kit. He hated seeing them in his sickbay. He was a busy man and didn't need to deal with trivialities. He noted an Orion moving around the room and shook his head. The last thing he need was an Orion spreading her pheromones through the room making his patients horny. He shook his head again and stepped into his office, falling heavily into his chair, closing his eyes, and wishing the shift would end already.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Medical</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 23:30:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k263/Zarg78/Orion%20Slave%20Girls/Maras.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Meris Jiulis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sickbay<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, 1010<br><strong>With:</strong> CMO<br><br>Meris heard the doors quietly swish open and then closed.&nbsp; Looking round she caught sight of someone come in and move straight to the CMO's office.&nbsp; She frowned, turning and heading towards said office.&nbsp; If it was the CMO he could have introduced himself, if it wasnt then he didnt have any business here in sickbay unless he needed medical treatment.<br><br>Arriving at the doorway she saw a man sitting at the desk, eyes closed.&nbsp; He wore the familiar teal, same color as her uniform, with the pips of Lieutenant JG on his collar.&nbsp; He was the CMO.&nbsp; Not exactly the welcome she had planned.<br><br>"Doctor" she said softly, "are you unwell?&nbsp; Do you require any assistance?" she asked, her brown hair was pulled up in a professional looking style.&nbsp; She was neat and tidy and the drug she took to control her pheromones was up to date, although she would need a physical with him to make sure the levels were stable.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Medical</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma Sinclair</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 23:47:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i616.photobucket.com/albums/tt247/mr_karmasinc/Monaghan1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kezek Rahn<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sickbay<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, 1000<br><strong>With:</strong> Meris<br><br>Rahn heard someone step into his office and he knew his solitude was over already. He listened to her ask if he was unwell and he had to fight to keep from laughing. He was on duty and about to be bombarded by people crying over minor injuries like they were life threatening. How could that <em>not</em> be considered 'unwell'? He knew he couldn't say that, though. Starfleet expected him to do his job and he was good at it.<br><br>He opened his eyes and looked at the woman again. He assumed she was the nurse he'd seen listed on the roster. He studied her and waited to feel the effects of her closeness. He was surprised when he didn't feel anything. He made a mental note to review her file when he had time. "I'm fine," he said to her, his voice soft but lacking the warmth expected from someone in the medical profession. "Are the supplies fully stocked? Scanners calibrated? Medical records uploaded and ready?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Medical</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 23:54:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k263/Zarg78/Orion%20Slave%20Girls/Maras.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Meris Jiulis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sickbay<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, 1010<br><strong>With:</strong> CMO<br><br>"There is a slight glitch with one of the biobeds, I am waiting for a technician as we speak.&nbsp; Everything else is as it should be." She produced a padd from a pocket in her uniform, and passed it to him, "everything is there, along with our full staff quota and the medical history of all crew onboard." She told him, Meris was efficient, maybe boarding on OCD at times.<br><br>"I have been certain to check all supplies, the stock is sufficient and the computers are programmed to replicate more when needed" she continued, her voice exotic, a slight accent that seemed to hang in the air.<br><br>"Everything is Bristol shaped and ship fashioned" she tried to say the old adage, but it came out completely wrong.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS ZHUKOV - Medical</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma Sinclair</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 00:11:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i616.photobucket.com/albums/tt247/mr_karmasinc/Monaghan1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kezek Rahn<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sickbay<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, 1000<br><strong>With:</strong> Meris<br><br>Rahn looked at her and nodded as he listened to her give a status report. He had to admire her thoroughness. He took the padd from her and scanned it as she continued to speak. He glanced up when she finished, a confused expression on his face. He had no idea what that last comment was suppose to mean. She didn't seem to be alarmed or concerned so he assumed it was meant to imply things were well in his department. <br><br>He glanced at her again then nodded as he continued to scan the files. He noted quite a few half-breeds listed in the manifest and cursed softly. He briefly considered shifting their scheduled visits to his off-duty hours so he wouldn't have to deal with them but cursed again when he aw that several of them were senior officers. He tossed the padd onto his desk and barely registered the fact that it slid over the surface and off the other side. He leaned forward and put his face in his hands, trying to fight off a headache he felt building behind his eyes.
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