AWD #333: A Quartet of Medics
A Quartet of medics
Summary: A quartet of medical personnel gather for introductions & a quick recap of recent events.
Date: 20 May 2016 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None - current events]
Callum Deidre Samtara Walker 
Sickbay - Battlestar Orion
Serving as the ship's primary care facility, the Medical Center is a rather large, single room structure that has the same load-bearing structures to the walls that the halls do, as well as the same heavy hatch. There is a desk at the entrance staffed by a nurse as well as a small locker for single dose drugs like aspirin. Beds are lined up along each wall with EKG's and hangers for IVs in case of triage. Large cabinets at the rear provide ready access to lifesaving medicines and gear, as well as a ready supply of defibrillators. Not far from the primary entrance is the Chief Medical Officer's office and on the other side is a small hatch to the recovery ward. Towards the rear is a sectioned-off examination area. Opposite the hatch to recovery is a sealed doorway leading down a hallway to the ship's morgue.
Mon Dec 05 2005

Returning with the newest batch of personnel staffing on station at Orion, Dr's Nadir and Walker are among those jostled with the crowd disembarking the most recent Raptor and sorting on board. Carrying a large, and remarkably clean and somehow pressed looking duffel bag, Nadir has one hand securing the carrying strap where it's cutting diagonally across her chest and wrinkling her uniform, the other is holding a newly issued data slate that she is trying to avoid wacking into anything in transit. Gaining the relatively 'safe' confines of the sickbay, at last, she literally exhales a sigh of relief upon arrival and skims a slow look around to assess the condition of the sickbay since last being on ship.

Looking around as he places his own bag down, Walker smiles momentarily. "It's been quite a while," he remarks, a bit lightly. "Never thought I'd say it, but I have missed this place."

Callum Ward, Petty Officer Extraordinaire (it's more prestigous than Master Chief, look it up) enters the Sickbay. He hadn't been on this bucket of bolts for very long, but already he'd been involved in some antics and he was always looking for more shenanigans. Everyone was always so serious and yeah sure, things were serious but people needed to lighten up too. And so here he is, walking into the sickbay without a care in the world. And… damn. There were officers. Coming to attention he salutes both Walker and Nadir. "Sirs."

Clipping the slate to her belt, Nadir shakes her head in a mild side-to-side movement, "It's illogical to think that this is a place that anyone would miss. Except, defying all logic, I find myself in agreement," she notes in a quiet aside to Walker before she spots the arrival of what will undoubtedly be the first of unfamiliar faces, "Petty Officer.. ?" she prompts for his name as she skims another slow look around sickbay and back, "I'm Dr. Nadir, this is Dr. Walker, do we have any patients on deck or are we in a lull?"

Walker offers a nod and a brief smile to Callum, while letting the other doctor take care of most of the talking for now. "Petty Officer," he greets the man, before he looks back to Samtara. "You know, such a moment of something defying all logic reminds me of this patient I once had…"

"Petty Officer 2nd Class Callum Ward." Callum responds to Samtara. "Sir." The last is added as an afterthought. "Corpsman." Another afterthought, providing both of the doctors with the information they need to realize that he works for a living. "No patients right now that I know of. We had some patients but they were treated. Rest assured that any marines that get sent this way will know my tender ministrations."

In walks Deidre, EMT. A young woman in her early mid-twenties, with a decidedly Virgonian accent. Which she uses now when she offers a greeting to the assembled medical elite. "Petty Officer 3rd Class Deidre O'Bannon," she introduces herself with similar efficiency. Grey eyes cutting to Samtara. "Sir." Yes, she can do that, too! "EMT." There, all of the introduction. "I believe it is my shift…?", she drawls, then shoots the other two a glance, before she walks over to check on the contents of the drawers.

Nadir's shoulders tense just a bit as Walker begins the preamble to a story about a former patient, casting a brief sidelong look toward Walker before she focuses on Ward as he answers her question. "Petty Officer and Corpsman, so noted," she replies with a measured nod before she frowns a bit at Ward. "Tender ministrations?" she shifts a sidelong look at Ward, "He's being funny, right?" she wonders before hearing the approach of a young woman who offers prompt introductions, netting a nod from Nadir in return. "Petty Officer O'Bannon, also EMT O'Bannon, got it. Pleasure to meet you both. This is Dr. Walker, we're both lately of Picon, and I'll be resuming the responsibilities of CMO, with much gratitude to Dr. Kostopoulos for keeping everything running in my absence. I've received a very abbreviated summary of current conditions, is there anything - case wise - that I or Dr. Walker should be aware of?"

As he hears Samtara starting to speak with the other two, Walker shrugs a little. "Ah, well…" he offers, before he smiles, "A pleasure to meet you both," he offers, listening to the rest a bit thoughtfully.

"Something of one, yessir. It's difficult to be tender and gentle when in a combat situation, but I do the best I can." Including slapping Marines upside the head to let them know they were plugged up for the moment. "Any recent cases? Um, well Sergeant Dreyer got shot up like one of those targets that the grunts use at target practice. Took… two in the chest and one in the leg I think… no hand. Yeah. One of the ones in the chest was one of those sucking chest wounds, but I got it plugged up until he could make it back here. Corporal Rakes took a bad one in the leg and I got her patched up and brought back here too. Um, I think that's about it regarding serious injuries that I know about." He flashes a glance over at Deidre to see if she had anything to add.

Deidre nods, when Samtara acknowledges her name and presence. And the information given by the doctor is received with the stoic mien the EMT usually displays. "Dr. Walker. Dr. Nadir." Leaving the details for Callum to report. Offering an affirmative nod to him, when he shoots her a glance. "Yes. That's about it," she says. A faint twitch of a smile there, to Callum, before her gaze flits to Samtara and Walker.

"In my experience, most Marines neither appreciate nor expect gentle or tender when wounded in a combat situation. They seem to prefer that we skip sutures and move straight to staples, glue and the potential application of packing tape," Nadir remarks in a dry tone of voice. "IF they're willing to hold still long enough to be treated, in the first place," she adds with a mild shake of her head. She casts a sidelong glance at Walker before she nods at Deidre, "I understand that we have a nine that's in a comatose condition, the MP's are maintaining security protocol around it?"

Walker is unable to hold back a brief grin as he hears Samtara's words about the Marines. Nodding a bit at Callum's words, he offers the man a smile. "Sounds like you had them well in hand," he offers, before pausing at Samtara's words again. "A nine?" Looking to Deidre now.

"Sometime I just use mud and leaves, sir." Callum remarks to Samtara with a wide grin. "They really don't know the difference, they're just happy that the blood's stopped flowing." It's obvious that he's joking by the amusement sparkling in his eyes. Shame no Marines were here so he could give them some hell. The mention of the nine gets him a bit serious. "Oh yeah. That. Uh, we grabbed her on our little mission to pull out some Special Forces dudes. She was dying but I managed to stablize her. Not sure how she's doing right now."

"Yes, Sir.", Deidre says, her eyes flitting down, and the tiniest twitch occurring at the corners of her mouth. "A nine. She was brought back after getting shot on Aerilon. Viper Pilot Ceres Garido, Sir. At least that's the name of the identity the nine had taken." A pause. "Last time I checked, she was still comatose, Sir."

Nadir draws breath to reply to Ward's remarks about mud and leaves and only stops the ten point lecture keeping wounds clean when she correctly interprets the wide grin to be another example of the corpsman's humor. "Sometimes they're not all that worried about the flow of blood, something about blood rushing to the site of a wound being a good indicator of the level of damage and still being alive." She nods again, that slow nod as she absorbs the information that Ward relays then shares that same nod with O'Bannon. "Alright. Status unchanged then, I can work with that. What's this about a captured raider in the hangar? It was all that everyone on the Raptor could talk about on the final leg of the journey here."

"Interesting," Walker replies to the part about the Nine. A brief pause, as he seems to mentally make a note of the information. "Just make sure you use large enough leaves," he remarks to Callum, a bit lightly.

Callum glances around. "Yeah sirs. The whole nine thing is a bit above my paygrade. I just made sure she got here in one piece. I'll leave everything else in your capable hands." His eyes flicker over to Diedre, hoping that she would agree that certain responsibilities were left in the hands of capable officers who loved things like responsibility.

Grey eyes lift and meet Callum's gaze. And Deidre nods. Responsibility loving officers are a great thing. She has nothing to add. Not even in regards to the raider.

Sharing a glance from face to face, then back around again for a second sweep, Nadir finally breaks the silence. "Alright. So. This is a bit of a shake up. Neither of you have worked with myself or Walker before, so there will be some adjustment of working status quo required. What you may or may not know about me is that I am, first and foremost, Orion's CMO, and secondly a surgeon. Everything else is what ever needs to be done. I am not, by any stretch of the imagination, a counselor or a psychologist or any other manner of emotional therapist. I will, more than likely, at least once, rub the lot of you the wrong with with something that I say or do. I encourage you both, please, for the sake of my peace of mind, share that tidbit with everyone else on staff. I'm not the most likable of individuals, nor am I the most personable of individuals. That said," she offers a brief shadow of a smile, "it's not personal. I'm just not particularly good at interpersonal relations."

Walker nods a little as he listens t what's being said, but keeps silent for a while, before he grimaces. "That Raptor ride made me a bit tired. I should probably get some rest before returning here," he offers.

Callum sits there and listens to Samtara's entire spiel, not entirely sure what to make of it. Damn Officers always had to go and make things harder than they should be! He was here to just patch up some Marines and be the pride and joy of the Marines here on Orion. "Uh, yes sir." He glances over at Walker as the man walks off and then glances back towards the CMO lady. "If you'd like a PR person slash assistant, I'm your man. I'm from Scorpia and we're always the most pleasant of people to be told bad news by. Trust me,
Deidre listens to Samtara's speech with an unmoving mien, before she nods. "Understood, Sir." Her gaze flits to Walker, watching him leave to get some rest. And her attention returns to Samtara. "I'll inform the others." After which she falls silent, and then goes about her chores, checking on their medical supplies.

Sharing a nod with Walker before he departs to snag some rack time, Nadir turns back to Ward the O'Bannon before she exhales a quiet laugh that's a trifle rueful. "That may not be a bad idea. I'm a trifle more blunt than is typically a good idea, and it has helped in the past to have someone on the field, so to speak, to signal when it might be best to let someone else talk for a while. We'll see how it goes," she notes before hauling the duffel bag up and slinging the carrying strap across her torso again, "I need to park my gear, get into a fresh uniform and I'll be back to familiarize myself with the current files and ships roster." She pauses then frowns, "I may have neglected to say so, but it's a pleasure meeting both of you," she adds before settling the weight of the bag in place and hauling it with her back out into the corridor presumably to drop it and the rest of her gear in her quarters. IF she can find her quarters.

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