MD #245: Final Physical
MD #245: Final Physical
Summary: Recruit Ommanney reports to medical for his final physical prior to being able to report for training as a marine.
Date: Sat 09/Dec/2017 (OOC Date)
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Samtara Atticus 
Sickbay - Deck 3 - 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. Behind each bed a small touchscreen has also been built in to help supplement care and transmit vitals to Medical personnel's tablets. 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. This bay has seen many improvements from the overhaul but can clearly operate effectively without any power.
Tue 26/Jun/2029 (IC Date)

Wrapping up the last of the paperwork that insists on breeding in a contained environment, Sam hands over the last of the duty roster to the nurse helping with this particular task then uses both hands to lift and rub at her temples. "Alright. Duty roster set. Inventory updated and supply organized. Cleaning of recovery ward completed," she rattles off the list with her eyes closed then pauses. The toe of one boot taps against the floor as she thinks, "Something. What am I forgetting?"

Atticus is, first the first time since he was originally released from medical, dressed in something other than a set of fleet issue PT sweats. He's only got as far as fleet issue off-duties, but it's a step in the right direction. Entering medical a couple of minutes early for his physical he apparently now only has one MP with him, and has had his hair shaved down to the kind of level you'd expect from a marine.

"Did you have a physical scheduled, Colonel?" the nurse most helpfully prompts as she nods at the MP and eyes Atticus with a measure of healthy wariness.
"Did I?" Sam wonders as she opens her eyes in time to spot the arrival of Atticus and his MP escort. "Mr. Ommanney," said as her hands lower and she arches silvered eyebrows in his direction, "Did we have a appointment?"

Atticus politely doesn't notice the nurse's reaction to him, focusing instead on Samtara as she is the one to address him. "We do Sir," he replies crisply, then adds a little more relaxed, "or at least, I do. I'm not sure if it was mentioned who with." Manybe it's the CMO, maybe it isn't, he isn't sure. "It's Recruit Ommanney now though, hence the need for a physical."

Sharing a brief look with the nurse that ends in a shared nod, Sam turns back to Ommanney as the nurse moves to prepare one of the open exam bays. "Recruit Ommanney, then, come on over and have a seat," she says with a wave of one hand to gesture for Atticus to take a seat on the exam bed as she pulls up the medical chart that they've been building since his arrival.

From the reactions of the MP, they seem now to mostly be there to ensure that Atticus doesn't get lost, and that no one tries to take revent for the colonies out on him. Apparently satisfied the Medical is a safe environment she takes a seat in the waiting area and lets things progress. Orion's newest recruit on the other hand, moves as directed by Sam and settles hismelf down on the bed indicated, "thank you."

There's a few moments of back and forth between Sam and the nurse, the chart being updated as Atticus takes a seat. Sam cleans her hands before pulling on a fresh pair of gloves, "We're going to go back over the standard biometrics to establish the baseline," she explains before she taps on the screen at the head of the bed to pull up the diagnostic tools. "I usually ask every patient if there's anything they want to confess, health wise, before we begin. But I'm positive that Lt. Zahav has covered all of the pre-existing conditions to date."

Atticus watches, listens, and turns to take a look at the screen that Sam activates. He keeps quiet though, letting her work and get sorted ready to begin. At the question of medical history though he smiles faintly and offers, "I got shot in the knee once…" Levity aside though he nods once to the comment about Miri then asks, "what first?"

With a breath of a laugh, "Chest, neck and right arm, here," Sam's reply is as much a rebuttal as it is relayed with a touch of amusement. "First day back in the field after we were recalled I got shot in the arm," she flexes her right arm briefly as she taps the screen once more. "Well, hold still then, we're going to do a head to toe diagnostic scan, non invasive when and where possible."

Atticus is fairly sure Sam has seen some, if not all of his scars. They're mostly from blades though, knives, just the one aforementioned bullethole. Holding still as instructed he asks conversationally, "nothing too serious I hope?" although a wound to the neck is never a trivial thing in his experience. Then, as she scan starts he continues, "if you werre recalled, does that mean you were onboard during the last war?"

"I was part of Task Force Nomad," Sam replies as she studies the images that layer up on the screen as the diagnostic commences. "Volunteered, in fact. Medically speaking, the cutting edge of medical advances is most commonly found on the battlefield. In lieu of a active war front to be working at, a taskforce was the next best thing. And then," she lifts her glance from the screen to focus a solemn look at Atticus, "the war did indeed begin. Many of the older crew that you will encounter are veterans of the last war."

Atticus doesn't really understand the history of the task force before the previous war, but he listens anyway, nodding a couple of times before he notes, "it's not easy to tell sometimes, given the gene treatments, just who is old and who isn't. I wouldn't have guessed the Gunnery Sergeant was old enough just to look at him. It can be confusing at times trying to keep track."

With a brief, broad, grin and a nod, "Indeed," Sam confirms. "Some of us waited a bit longer than others. My husband and I waited until we were in our forties and our children were grown before we agreed to the gene therapy. Few of us have gray hair," she says, "though I rather like mine. Old age is a victory, Recruit Ommanney, not something to be afraid of." She completes the scan as she speaks, "What you don't know, possibly, is that before the last war began there was a taskforce called Nomad that was designed to find a safe, fall back, location for humanity and the fleet itself. An anonymous source had made the Colonial Military aware of an eminent threat and a tiny fraction of a percent of the military was tasked with this job. Hence, Taskforce Nomad. When the war began, the taskforce - Orion as the linchpin of the operation - fared better than the rest of the fleet stationed around the colony worlds. From here, from Nomad, we began the resistance movement to liberate the colonies and find a way to win a war that we didn't really know the true scope of."

"My dad waited a while too," Atticus admits, "I think until he was sure he was going to stay in the military rather than retire somewhere else." Not that he seems to want to spend the entire physical talking about dead relatives though. "And that location was Piraeus?" he asks, checking he has the understanding right, "the planet the cylons couldn't find, that deprograms the Clerics?" See, he has heard some of the history, it's all just a bit checkered for now.

Synching the scan results to the open medical chart and adding her digital signature to it, Sam is nodding as Atticus speaks. "That it is, yes. It's why Clerics, Lines, are not allowed on Nomad, on Piraeus. They wake up, you see, they remember who and what they really are. What they were meant to be. They remember the whole, perhaps the soul, of the lines. Their history. It's why the Skath forbid Lines from setting foot on planet, I would imagine."

The similarity between a Cleric waking up and discovering the truth, and what happened to him a few weeks ago is not lost on Atticus. The exact methodology might be different but the end result… "That must have been hard for them," he notes, peering to try and see what Sam is writing, "I mean, remembering like that. I can't quite imagine how it must be there without the Clerics though, even if you only ever saw one, you always knew they were about. To not…" he doesn't finish as he's unable to find adequate words to describe it.

"From what I understand, Recruit Ommanney, when they recycle into a new body they are exposed to the entire sum of the knowledge of their entire line. I would imagine," Sam replies in a dry tone of voice, "that it's rather painful indeed. To not be able to have a directed download of their own memories from the entire line but instead to have to sort through them, one layer at a time." She taps the screen once more then fixes a solemn look at Atticus, "Medically speaking you are fit and by the guidelines of the Colonial Marine Corps you are cleared to proceed to the next level."

Atticus tries to imagine that for a moment, but it's faintly unpleasant to think about, so he stops and focuses back on the present. When she looks at him like that his heart stops for a moment (figuratively) as he wonders if somethign is wrong, but once she proclaims him fit and able he starts breathing again. Pushing himself back to his feet he gives her a flash of a smile and a "thank you Colonel Stone," before offering a similar smile to his MP, "will that be all?"

"For the moment, yes," the old surgeon replies as she removes her reading glasses and studies the young proto-marine for a silent moment. "I've been married to a marine for 21 years, or forty one, depending on what math we're using. Hear me when I tell you that marines, from first to last, are among the bravest of the men and women that you will have the honor to serve alongside. Among the most honorable of the men and women that you will have the privilege to call your sisters and brothers in arms. You are a marine, Recruit Ommanney, and it is my belief that marines are born, not simply made. You have always been a marine, and everything about basic training is designed to pare away all of the layers that obscure that which has been at the core all along." She peels off her gloves as she speaks and, after tossing them into the rubbish bin, extends one hand to Atticus, "Be what you are, young man. A marine."

Atticus opens his mouth to say something in reply, then shuts it again. Now is neither the time nor place to comment on how he believes his little sister was the boen marine in their generation. She's not here though, he is, and he's not going to let her down. Squaring up in an approximation of attention he listens then, once the hand is offered he takes it and replies with a simple "thank you Sir." Taking the rest as a dismissal he offers a polite nod in parting, then makes his way to the hatch, picking up his MP on the way.

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