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Re: CMO Commander Kymar Dremel

Postby C. J. Short » Thu Jan 08, 2015 3:53 am

That was outstanding, James. Well done :)
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Not-So-Fresh Start

Postby James Greenman » Wed Aug 26, 2015 7:56 pm

Sickbay, U.S.S. Atlantis, Starbase Vinland

"Don't drop it!"

The Bajoran man jogged over and quickly reached out, pushing the teetering stack of filled vials back to a stable and upright position on the overloaded grav cart, his speed and precision belying the salt-and-pepper hair and the beginnings of wrinkles at the edges of his eyes. Carefully he adjusted the vial cradle with slender, surgeon's fingers and with a quick nod and an apologetic smile to the flustered crewman navigating the cart, he went back over to the other side of Sickbay. His tattered white lab coat was a stark contrast to the crisp new uniform he wore, although the contrast seemed to fit the aging Bajoran in some weird way.

Cables were strewn across the floor, pulled out of power couplings and bio-neural relays for the three-man Engineering team who were busily installing the brand new biobeds. Their sleek forms took up a little more room than their predecessors, but the large primary Sickbay on a Sovereign-class Starship was more than large enough to contain them comfortable along with the myriad of wheeled trolleys, trays and machines. Most of him felt right at home already, despite the semi-chaos of a ship in refit, although there was just a hint of discomfort at being back onboard a Federation starship.

"I don't care what you're doing, Commander, and I don't give a shit how important you think it is - you're a commissioned officer in Starfleet and you will damned well do your duty or I will come there and drag you back kicking and screaming myself!"

Sat in the seedy-looking bar on the outskirts of Romulan space, he'd avoided most of the Tzenkethi conflict, and for good reason. Despite the flustered-looking Admiral's statement to the contrary, what he was doing here was important, just...not important for the Federation. His fingers were still clamped firmly around the isolinear chip, useless now, but as a reminder of the person he'd slipped it too almost a year ago it was the only thing that'd kept him sane. He put on his gentle Doctor smile and leaned in towards the comm unit.

"Admiral...Howard...you were there when I gave my rhetoric about how as a Doctor I work for Starfleet Medical, for the Federation, not this quasi-milita-"

"Cut the bullshit, Dremel! Your fucking eloquent crap got spouted around the Admiralty for three months after you ditched the Hyperion. Yeah, lives are lost, but it's your job to save them not whine when you can't. Get your ass to Starbase Vinland in three days or you'll see me in person - and I won't be half as polite."

The comm cut off about as abruptly as a punch to the face, Dremel sitting back in his chair with a huffed sigh, twirling the chip between his fingers and letting the chain attached to it jingle rythymically in the low din of the busy spaceport bar. What Howard had said about the Hyperion hadn't been exactly true. They'd taken those lives, there was nothing he could have done to prevent that, nobody to save just bodies to tag...Whatever happened to the age of exploration? He'd not even wanted to look at the casualty numbers from the Tzenkethi War, just imagining it made his stomach queasy.

At least his booth was pretty quiet, if it's one thing the Romulans are good at, it's bar with little out of the way spots to have quiet meetings with Starfleet Admirals. He was sure only the Romulans had heard what was said.

Drawing himself out of his revery, he looked around to see that his new office was already cleaned and empty - just a desk and a bank of monitors, along with his bag. How come he never found the time to drop this stuff off at his quarters when assigned to a new ship? Maybe he should have a cot made out next time.

If there is a next time.

Reaching up, he felt for the outline of the chip beneath his teal uniform shirt, moved around to the side of his desk with the chair and began to unpack.
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Re: CMO Commander Kymar Dremel

Postby Luceo » Wed Aug 26, 2015 8:21 pm

Ohhhhhh damn! Whatever happened on the Hyperion is intriguing, and this a wonderful start. Welcome aboard!

Good thing he didn't go to his quarters, since they're not built yet. :V
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What Sensors Show

Postby James Greenman » Wed Sep 02, 2015 3:40 pm

He leaned forward on the chair as the internal sensors began to calibrate themselves, his eyes watching the various signature waves migrate into identical patterns, medical biosign readings merging with lifeform readings, further merging with the technical readouts from comm badge signatures which again fed into the overall internal sensors readouts to form one sinuous line. He could have left it up to Engineering, but the cargo bay was currently off-limits and he had no way to even begin sorting out which of his medical requisitions were correct, which ones he'd have to send back for replacements, and which lucky finds he might keep for the Atlantis, so for now he was calibrating internal sensors.

Dremel's thumb scrolled across the ship's layout, the sensors moving along with him. He could see the Admiral heading through the airlock and making his way into the bowels of the ship. The biosign monitors showed steady heartbeats - perhaps a tinge of excitement, adrenaline levels were about 2% higher than normal for the Human/Betazoid Commanding Officer. He wondered what kind of Captain would the man be? He'd gone over Blackthorne's records, of course - an accomplished pilot, engineer, leader - although his service record showed him to be prone to rebellion if his personal ideals didn't line up with the establish rules. Idealistic, was the phrase his psych profile used, and it fit what he'd read. So far Blackthorne's force of will had been ample enough to carry that idealism through to success, stopping wars, saving entire races, and keeping the ship and crew safe - He could see much of himself in that, fighting for what's right as opposed to following orders. Maybe it would be enough. It certainly promised an interesting tour of duty, and hopefully the chance to do something good in the universe again.

The Doctor's gaze moved from the Admiral to the woman standing next to him. His biosign sensors had tied in nicely and seemed to be synched up with the internal monitor - heartrate showed a slow and steady two-fourty BPM, blood pressure seventy-nine over fourty. That'd make her Commander T'Kirr, the Vulcan. His mind flicked back over the decades to remember the last time he'd worked with a Vulcan - although Stelakh had been unusual, even for that odd race - and felt a brief bit of excitement at the thought of working with another. Her record hadn't been as exciting as the Admiral's, but he had seen that she was scientist and a student of Xenology, which meant that he might finally have someone to talk to about the Andorian Genetics Conference or that paper he'd read on Bolian Xeno-biological philosophies.

Sitting back in his chair he watched as they moved out of view, letting the sensors finish calibrating themselves. The weariness of the past weeks seemed to weight on his shoulders like a stone, getting just a little heavier every minute. His body wanted to retire to the cot in Sickbay and sleep for a few hours, but his mind wandered, knowing that his new CO would probably want to drop in and see his new Chief Physician, and that he wanted to get a read on the man himself outside of medical records and a service history.

Sleep could wait a few more hours.
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Re: CMO Commander Kymar Dremel

Postby Vanessa Brinkman » Wed Sep 02, 2015 3:51 pm

Yes, let's creep on the CO and XO
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Re: CMO Commander Kymar Dremel

Postby Luceo » Wed Sep 02, 2015 3:57 pm

I feel like I'm being watched...

Well done, and I certainly look forward to meeting Kymar in person!
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Re: CMO Commander Kymar Dremel

Postby James Greenman » Wed Sep 02, 2015 4:41 pm

Vanessa Brinkman wrote:Yes, let's creep on the CO and XO


It's a valid test of the sensor systems :science:

Thanks folks!
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Re: CMO Commander Kymar Dremel

Postby Holly Kolodziejczak » Wed Sep 02, 2015 5:00 pm

Nice, an interesting POV on the CO and XO. I like it!
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Request Denied

Postby James Greenman » Fri Nov 20, 2015 7:48 pm

CMO Commander Kymar Dremel, Stardate 11511.18

Paperwork never stopped.

It got delegated around, passed off and transferred, but it never truly stopped and it probably never would. Just like Subspace it was practically a universal constant, but on the flip-side it meant that department heads got their own offices even on cramped little boats like the Aquarius. Not all of it was even from the officer's assigned vessel, it wasn't uncommon for him to get daily alerts from the Andorian Genetics Council, or the the Vulcan Research Institute - Requisitions for medicines, access to developmental research files, allergen alerts, case-note updates, all sorts of little vignettes that filled in the hours of the day.

Normally he'd pass most of this off to a junior officer, but Tyler was the only one onboard and right now Dremel was trying to think of anything but that particular situation. It was sometimes difficult to integrate into an unknown team, although he'd brought along a few of his most trusted officers from over the years, as the Chief Physician and head of Medical he had pretty much infinite leeway when it came to selecting his own medical team. Nurses, surgeons, doctors, researchers, they tended to move around and follow their favourites, transfers to different ships. It was Clique-y, especially Medical just because you sometimes spent 8 years of your formative years with some of these people and it's hard to break those kinds of bonds.

But sometimes they stayed, and had to be integrated into the new clique, both sides getting used to the unknown elements until those bonds had formed. With Tyler he could feel that those bonds were still forming, the man was good at what he did but seemed to be lacking in a few crucial areas. Stubborn, headstrong, a little righteous. Good qualities in a doctor, if they could be hammered into the right shape, but to keep the blacksmithing analogy you couldn't let them cool and harden too quickly. He had his work cut out for him, they both did, that was for sure.

All the thoughts of medical teams and transfers brought his eyes down to the transfer requests section on his terminal. Odd, he'd not lost anyone, and his team was as complete and it was going to get. Fingers on the controls, he brought it up on screen, scanning through it and the note marking it as 'Urgent' but with little else in the way of explanation.

"Who the hell is Kessel Moran?"

Muttering to himself, he wondered at the nerve of some people, throwing their weight around like they were entitled to whatever they wanted. He tapped the 'Denied' button and trashed the request, if someone wanted to join his team they could damn well talk to him first and go through the proper procedure instead of simply expecting a place on the Third Fleet's Flagship and his medical team.

Without that out of the way, he picked up where he left off, opening up a request from Atlantis' biogenics lab for .26 milligrams of bio-mimetic gel. The paperwork never stopped...
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Re: CMO Commander Kymar Dremel

Postby Luceo » Fri Nov 20, 2015 8:51 pm

Can't say I'm surprised, since requests that don't go through the proper channels usually get denied. Still, well-written and some nice insight there!
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