Betazoid Physical

Posted on Sat Sep 22nd, 2018 @ 10:41pm by Ensign Avendar Jurot & Lieutenant Asa Dael

Mission: Holographic Horrors
Location: USS Hera, Deck 12, Sickbay
Timeline: 2395 Stardate 72676.2

"Chief Councillor Avender Jurot reporting as requested, Doctor," she said rather formally.

Councilor Avender Jurot was a tall woman, with long flowing auburn hair and pale skin, which really made her eyes stand out. Her figure was very curvaceous, which she accented by having her duty uniform specifically tailored. Her entire being radiated serenity. However, at this moment, she stood stiffly at attention awaiting acknowledgement.

"I didn't...Oh you just arrived didnt you?" It was a rhetorical question , not requiring a response. Turning to see her standing at attention he laughed inwardly. "Please, I'm the Doctor, not the Captain. Relax."

Avender relaxed and smiled. "Thank you, Doctor. I was told I should report to you so we could get acquainted, since we will be working together rather closely. Have you received my file and orders?"

"Probably, but I don't review paperwork till the end of my day. If I sit down at midday- I don't get up again generally unless I am making sure to take breaks precisely when my leg starts to act up."

"That sounds like a wise policy, Doctor," the councilor replied. "If it isn't against protocol, please call me Avender. Friendships start with first names." She smiled brightly at him.

His eyes were briefly startled for usually it was him that said something along those lines. A smile warmed his face to something that was almost handsome "I quite agree, Avender. Its Matthew or Matt if you prefer."

"Thank you, Matt," she said, extending her hand.

He winced and silently apologized for the pain transference as he leaned on his cane so he might shake her hand. "Lets get the required stuff out of the way while we chat hmm?"

"Of course." Avender handed a PaDD to the doctor. "Here are my complete medical records."

=^=Chief Medical Officer, please report to starboard side airlock, Deck 10=^=

The physician looked infuriated as he gripped his cane, his face turning red. "That woman, so damned bound and determined that I cannot contribute..." The injured physician smiled mirthlessly at the Counselor. "You must excuse me, Avender. It seems I am called away. Allow my assistant to take over. ASAAAAA!" The man bellowed as he hobbled out of Sickbay, leaning heavily on his cane.

A slender figure entered the room, medium-fair skin, with androgynous features and close cropped hair. They were fiddling with a medical tricorder and looking in seven different directions at once. Upon making eye contact with the tall woman, the doctor focused and stuck a hand out in greeting.

"Lieutenant JG Asa Dael, pleased to meet you....?" Asa trailed off waiting for the other to respond.

"Chief Councelor Avender Jurot," the Betazoid woman said, smiling. "Please call me Avender." She shook the offered hand gently.

"OK Avender, I'm Asa. Or Doctor, or Doc, or anything really, just not Miss or Mr please. If ever needed, please use the honorific Myx, and my preferred pronouns are they/them. I only say this because I know its a new concept to many and I like to start things off on the right foot."

Asa reviewed all pertinent medical records quickly, "Wow, first person I've met with a complete file, that is welcome. You appear to be up to date on all injections needed. I'm curious though, as ships counselor you and I have a bit of overlap. What are your thoughts on how to best ensure the mental health of the crew?"

"Thank you, Myx. My last billet was a hospital ship, so my patients were mostly trauma victims of some kind. There were a lot of PTSD cases. I was also assigned to Temporal Investigations for a while, as well as Fleet Intelligence. I'm looking forward to having a patient base that I can help work through their issues on their own time instead of Starfleet's rigid schedule." Avender smiled.

"You should also know that I'm a formidable telepath, even for a Betazoid, but the Captain wants me to avoid using it as with the crew as much as possible.

"Yes, I can see your telepathic evaluations from Starfleet here. In my medical opinion, I concur with the Captain. Studies support the belief that most species do not benefit in the long term from mind tampering. And as a member from a race that has had the Q and the Nexus wreck some of our minds....I am even more strongly inclined to agree.

Can you please explain what techniques you are currently using so my practice can best work together to ensure crew wellness?" Asa hoped they were coming across professional, and truly wanted to work with the counselor. They felt strongly that mental vitality to be an essential part of overall wellness, and welcomed any ideas the Betazoid had to work towards that end.

"I usually do my best to make the patient feel relaxed and comfortable. Then I let them tell me what they need to say. I then ask directing questions, allowing them to uncover their issues. It's a cross between Betazoid and Starfleet methods, really. As for telepathic species, Betazoid and Vulcans get along quite well using telepathy. In some ways, it's our last line of defense. Starfleet likes to use highly telepathic Betazoids in their intelligence division."

"Great, thank you. I trust you have worked with crew that required both medicinal and counseling services for their rehabilitation. As we head into our new mission it is likely the crew will need both of us. My door is open if you need to bounce ideas around. I look forward to working together. Do you have any questions for me ?"

"No, but if I do, I will bring them to you, doctor," Avender said.

"Great, I really appreciate your time, Avender. I look forward to working together."