Checking on the Counselor
Posted on Thu Jul 24th, 2014 @ 11:38am by Lieutenant JG Teenah Spartacus
875 words; about a 4 minute read
Mission:
Deadly Diplomacy
Location: Sick Bay
Timeline: After Crew return from arena
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Spartacus had been following the directives of the Doctpors in the Triage, after being rather roughed up in the arena she was palced in with the other Orion Slaves and pumped full of the Orion 'anti-pheromone' to keep the 20 or so girls from sedicing the men and giving the females migranes. Spartacus is allergic to the anti-pheromone and went into a type of shock; hypotermia as Orions are very warm and cuddly.
Only an OPS man with a medical secondary training had noticed and brought her to Triage; a quick retina scan proved that Spartacus was not Killed in Action as thought and her status as a counselor reactivated.
All around Spartacus really did not have a fond first ipression of the Calypso, 20 minutes after boarding being kidnapped, put in a fighting arena and then exposed to something that could kill her from the 'ship' she is supposed to call family.
The distinct click of her heels preceeded her as she entered the Sick Bay, her steps were both measure and natural as teh training she had been subjected to since she could walk. Alway as though on display, that is what she had drummed into her being, the skirted uniform was fitted by ESHa. She wore the black stockings and calf high boots with a low heel but enough for her to feel feminine. Spartacus looked around for the Chief Medical Officer as technically Spartacus needed to be both cleared for duty as well as checking in with her Department Head.
This facility sure beat the cell she had occupied just a few months ago; the familiar systems she had a secondary training in as a nurse did ease her a little. The crew being taken and her going with them was just bad timing, she would look past that.
"Is there anyone here?" Spartacus asked.
The automated system activated the Emergency Medical Hologram.
"Please State the Medical Emergency." The tall man appeared.
"Why are they always men?" Spartacus sighed.
"Because men are more trustworthy generally." The EMH answered.
"Aside from that give me a good reason why I cannot have a female EMH as it is more comfortable for me?"
The computer thought for nearly a second real time probing the rationale and guidlines of intigrating a good Doctor Patient relations ship, comparing the ratio of Male to female EMH units and came to a conclusion.
A red head woman with a bright smile and feminine curves, luckily the computer did make her uniform fit well.
"Am I more to your liking?" The EMH asked with a friendly ; hinting at sultry possibilities, type smile.
"Much." Spartacus was glad the computer made her attractive.
The EMH began a standard scan running the proble along the young woman from head towards the leges. The probe scanned a normal mixing of DNA between the Orion and Betazoid heritage, The EMH was nearing the reporductive system when teh readings were out of spectrum, she looked up at Sartacus with a scan. "There is something that..."
"I-I am well aware of it and would request it remain in the confidentuality clause." SPartacus spoke up.
"Very well, it is your body afterall." The EMH agreed.
"WHat should I call you; I mean aside from Doc or something?" SPartacus changed the subject.
Emma..." The EMH replied figuring that it was close sounding to EMH? "That would be a preferred name if I were to chose one." THe EMH smiled. "I have noticed some recent damage control aside from the registered injuries, it seems you were under long term abuse..." EMH noted.
"I was a Slave for over a year, classified conditions and to avoid harsh repercussions I opted to play a Slave Girl Persona... it just took Federation people a long time to find and purchase me."
"Very well." EMH answered and her eye darted a bit as she access information. "I see the injuries were not severe and were easily repaired. I am glad for that."
"WHy would you be glad for that?" Spartacus asked.
"I do not like people eing in pain, nor do I logically like a person subjected to a painful situation accordingly. The mind and body must both be cared for that is why we employ people like you Miss Spartacus."
"Sparta..." SHe corrected with a smile. "I am Spartacus but my friends and those I trust call me Sparta."
'EMMA' gave a warm smile. "Alright then, SParta, you seem in good physical condition. Nothing in your scans would denote any reason you cannot assume your position as COunselor." Emma added. "You should be careful and I notice your levels are quite low considering your reactions to the usual treatments." Emma smiled. "I recommend you keep the regiment going and there will be no need to address that issue among the crew and your interactions with them."
"Thank you Emma." SPartacus slipped off the Biobed. "It was a pleasure and do not take this personally please." Spartacus began. "Computer deactivate EMH." She nod to Emma. "I activated you I have to return you as well.
Emma seemed to understand as she faded away.
"Sorry Emma..." Spartacus chuckled. "Have to bring EASHa next time, you two might get along." She commented as she left.
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