Vulcans and Romulans, Vulcans and Romulans Everywhere

Posted on Wed Jul 31st, 2024 @ 10:08am by Lieutenant Dashku Zhevou & Lieutenant T'Mara
Edited on on Wed Jul 31st, 2024 @ 5:29pm

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Mission: Year One: Whispers in the Wind
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: MD 38: 1000 hrs

Dashku arrived in sickbay, the idea was to do this unannounced and surprise the Doctor. She wanted to get a good gauge on the half Vulcan, half Romulan and she figured the best way to do it was to get her off balance right away. She had mixed feelings about the idea of who the Doctor was with everything that had happened over the last few weeks but she was determined to give her the benefit of the doubt. They were both exiled from their people, although Dashku's has been more by choice.

After a quick look around the room, she poked her head into the Doctor's office and took a second to look at her behind her desk. "Doctor," She finally spoke up. "Lieutenant Zhevou, Chief of Operations. I thought I'd drop by and make my introduction."

T'Mara looked up from her comp screen as a voice intruded into her chart review. Her eyes darted from the screen to a shapely green skinned Orion female. Ah. An introduction. The Chief of Operations had gone out of her way to come to sickbay to great her. How suspicious.

She closed the chart out and stood. "Greetings, Lieutenant Zhevou. Your arrival is...unexpected. You are current on your yearly physical exam. Are you unwell?"

"No, I do not have need of your services Doctor," Dashku stepped into the small office and took a second to take it all in. "Instead, I come to you to offer mine. As the Chief of Operations I am in charge of all of ships resources including making sure you all have what you need. I was curious if you've had time to review all of the medical supplies on hand along with the changes your predecessor made. Are they to your liking?"

Ah. So the chief was here for business. It did save her the errand of trying to find the Lieutenant at a later time to submit her requisitions for the department...and yet, this was not a task that the Chief of Operations would usually perform. There was, most likely, another undisclosed reason for the female Orion's visit.

"I am still reviewing all of the...changes. Some are rather inefficient--and in a number of instances rather inexplicable if I may be frank--and these will be addressed as time permits. Regarding sickbay inventory, there are a number of items that have fallen under the par requirements. I have compiled a preliminary list of supplies that will need to be requisitioned. Your arrival, on that particular front, is quite fortuitous."

"Good, I will ensure the list is addressed," Dashku replied evenly, before picking one of the chairs across from the desk and settling into it. "As far as ship resources, I'd like a list of what you'll need. My team recently finished work on a massage and physical therapy room for the former head medical. I would hope that is something you'd like to keep."

T'Mara watched Zhevou take a seat across from her and not knowing what else to do returned to her own chair. "Thank you for your consideration, Lieutenant. However, regarding this space you have brought up...I have no specific competencies in massage or PT. I am not...adverse to keeping this particular space intact as long as it can be used for the purpose intended. My training did not encompass such aspects of recuperation." There. That was neutral enough.

Dashku arched one of her brows for a moment as she considered the problem, it seemed a simple enough solution, "If there is no one on your staff that has the necessary training I can have a holoemitter installed and work to create a basic massage and Physical Therapy hologram. It won't be an overnight install, but it would expand your capacity."

"I have no particular aversion to such an idea. Do enough crew members injure themselves to require such a space?" T'Mara asked on a subtle fishing expedition. She was a curious sort, after all.

"Your predecessor seems to believe they did," Dashku replied simply. "But I don't have the data at had. If you'd like to me to have the computer compile a list of all injuries of star ship crews and indicate which ones would benefit from massage and physical therapy I can. Is that not something you have on had as the Doctor?"

"Of course. I was simply wondering why my predecessor would feel the need to install such a specific treatment space - usually reserved for those with chronic injuries or acute traumas needing rehabilitation. Generally speaking, such injuries would be better served on a Starbase. Since you mentioned this space, I hypothesized that you might have had...more information than what could be gleamed by the former CMOs logs. Any details contained within are rather...sparse."

"We do have combat focused units, this would keep them at their physical peak," She replied simply. "I have the reasoning on the req forms that were filled out, they were in order and I saw no reason to deny them. Besides, I do selfishly enjoy a massage once in a while and when I found out a Vulcan was taking over as our CMO I was hoping you'd offer Vulcan neuro-pressure. I mentioned the space because I wanted to make sure you were aware of it and did not want to have to have my people undo the work they just did."

Vulcan neuro-pressure? It wasn't very often that an off-worlder mentioned the highly specialized discipline. Her request was a rather intimate one. She had been trained in a number of techniques when she studied on Mount Seleya - but such therapies were very personal and it required a great deal of physical contact. "I had not considered utilizing such a specialty in my practice..." T'Mara admitted. It was logical to utilize all tools at one's disposal, but using a distinctly Vulcan technique...well it was a sore subject for her. "Do you, personally require specific relaxation techniques?"

Dashku moved her tongue behind her teeth, while the Vulcan wasn't showing any emotion Dashku could tell she might have touched a bit of a nerve. Vulcans could be such prudes and it was her personal opinion that they needed to loosen up. Of course, she simply could use the relaxation. She chided herself slightly as she wasn't even looking for anything more than what she'd stated. "I keep a rather vigorous training routine of my own, I've heard the practice can do wonders but have never had the opportunity. I would not want to impose of course, if it not something offered by you or your office I would understand."

T'Mara's feelings behind this bore no relevance if such a therapy was desired (or required). "I come to serve." She replied in a flat tone, speaking the ritualized words that spoke of service and self-sacrifice. It could have been worse, T'Mara supposed. It wasn't like the Chief of Operations was an un-bonded Vulcan male in need. "Such sessions are best performed at end of day; the most common side effect is increased drowsiness." ...And transference of your thoughts and emotions. Just a small unintended effect. She added silently to herself.

A dangerous thing to say to an Orion. The thought was gone as quickly as it had appeared, she'd left that life behind a long time ago and it had no place in who she was now. Finally she smiled slightly and nodded, "Please let me know when you're available. I realize I've mixed some of ships business with my personal request. Please get me a list of everything needed and I will ensure it is filled."

T'Mara tilted her head in acceptance of Zhevou's statement. First encounters were often mixed-use interactions. It was logical to have a specific reason to speak with someone. "As I have recently arrived aboard Moore my schedule is quite...open, Lieutenant. Send a formal request with your availability and I will arrange to meet at your quarters. Regarding the requisitions, It will be in your mailbox within the hour."

"I'll send it over by the end of the day, thank you," Dashku nodded to the doctor, before she stood up from the chair she'd settled in. "If there is anything you need, anything Ops can provide please don't hesitate to ask. I know typical needs beyond medical supplies are lab time, internal sensors and the like. I'll make sure you get the time you need."

"I extend my thanks for your offer. I will know who to extend my inquiry to if I am in need of any assistance." She was uncertain if Zhevou was being truly honest regarding the offer, but only time would see to that. Thus far an agreeable first interaction.

"I would also like to thank you for the offer of Vulcan neuro-pressure. I get the impression it is not something you normally offer and will be discrete so that not everyone on board thinks they can request it," Dashku smiled softly at the doctor, although she knew she wouldn't be able to reciprocate. "If that's all, I will leave you to your duties."

"It is not. If it will aid you then it is necessary in order to maintain efficiency...and I appreciate your discretion." The Chief Operations officer was astute, and she knew something of Vulcan culture. What else did she know? A most satisfactory exchange all in all.

"It will aid me greatly," Dashku nodded simply before she turned and left the CMO's office satisfied with their interaction. It was a much different interaction than what she'd had with the captain and she was happy with that. The idea of a new experience was something she was looking forward to. She hadn't gotten to know Lily that well, but maybe having another Vulcan around wouldn't be as bad as she first thought.

tag/end once we can get an MD.

 

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