Echos of War - Part One

Posted on Mon Feb 24th, 2020 @ 1:32am by Captain T'Nae "Wolfheart" Duval & Commander Tressa Brislan-Antilles & Lieutenant T'Lee Duval & 1st Lieutenant T'Kera "Demolitions" Duval & Company Sergeant Major Jeffery "The Mountain" Duval

Mission: Mission 10: Holding on and Letting Go
Location: Various Locations - Starbase 400
Timeline: 1200Hrs - July 19th, 2389

Master Sargent Jeffery Duval who was nicknamed 'Hardcase' though some called him 'Hevy' because of his immense size and mass walked into the
infirmary, he took in the sights and sounds of the place at a glance before heading over to the secretary's desk. "Hello." he greeted her with his odd accent before producing a PADD. "I was told to report for a physical checkup, something about my age catching up with me."

His accent sounded almost like it was from New Zealand on Earth but there were a few things wrong with it, other then it sounded like a bass solo or someone who was always angry, all of the time.

"Your name?" the nurse asked cooly. She typed his answer into her terminal. "You're physical was scheduled for yesterday, please keep to your appointments and message us if you are unable to do so. I will see if the doctor on duty can fit you in."

"Ahh... well that information was not exactly helpful." he commented before raising an eyebrow.

"We have a schedule, Master Sargeant," she said haughtily. "Unless this is an emergency which it is not. Perhaps you can be more organized in future? You can have a seat and I will message the duty nurse."

"Very well. I will do that then." he responded as he turned and went over to the plush seats nearby as he settled in to wait for the Doctor to tell him that he or she was available to see Duval, outwardly he looked fine and calm but inside he was seething with rage and contempt, yesterday he had not even been on the station and he didn't know about the checkup until after he had gotten back.

A few moments later a tall nurse walked over to him and smiled.

"Sargeant?" she asked politely.

Duval raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?" he growled at her.

"Follow me please, the CMO will be able to see you today."

Duval didn't think the response worthy of an answer so he rose to his full height and followed the smaller woman to where the doctor was waiting, he missed the company of his wife whom he found greatly soothing and he had no tolerance for people who talked down to him, the last time someone did that, well he had smashed his fist through their desk.

Duval regarded Doctor Brislan who was even smaller then the first nurse but before they got to the examination room, a taller comely Bolian walked past as she regarded him with a smile. "Hey Jeff... Hows it going?" Siaxx was one of a very few select group who called Duval by name and those who did were friends of his.

"The battle rages my dear..." Duval smiled at the shorter Bolian, when one was six foot five inches tall, everyone seemed shorter then he did.

"Of course. Live free" Siaxx Dvald responded with a wide smile.

"Die Well Siaxx." he responded with a smile as the Bolian nodded before moving off as he turned to look at the taller nurse. "Its a long story".

"A pleasant one I'm sure," she replied drolly.

Duval growled at her. "I was being polite. Why do you Doctors and nurses think you can offer me opinions on which you know nothing about." he then clasped his hands together before cracking all of his knuckles in a show of pure malevolence at the nurse, it was intended to intimidate and nothing else.

The nurse didn't answer, instead smiling sweetly as she ushered him into the exam room with the doctor. She left just as quickly.

Tressa smiled as she approached the large man. "Hello, Sargeant, what can I do for you today?"

Duval sighed while he turned to Tressa. "Well that depends." he commented.
"I seem to be dealing with rather sensitive people here, my scheduling got screwed up because yesterday I was not on the station when my appointment was due, Its not my fault that some of your people are less then useless."

"I see," she said, picking up her padd. "Yes, you were scheduled for your physical yesterday."

"Doctor. What would you prefer I do?" he inquired as he looked down at the much smaller Doctor who was a foot shorter then he was. "Somehow teleport myself from halfway across the Federation to keep your secretary happy..?"

Tressa held her ground, looking the tall man in the eye.

"Right now I would prefer that you get on the bed so that I may begin your physical without any further waste of my time."

Duval raised an eyebrow as he regarded the much smaller woman. "As you wish" he commented but rather then hop up onto the bed, he simply sat down on the bed as he watched her carefully.

"Computer, vitals and cardiovascular scan please," the doctor began as she removed her tricorder from her pocket. She picked up the padd and checked the med file again. "Sargeant Duval, are you in any pain today?" she asked.

"No more then usual." he responded. "mostly tight muscles... and old injuries bugging me." he raised an eyebrow. "Also having issues sleeping recently."

"Computer, musculoskeletal and neuro scans please. Do you have trouble falling asleep or staying asleep?" she asked.

"Getting to sleep can be a pain and waking me up is easier then ever." he replied evenly. " he shrugged. "I never gave it much thought." he admitted.

"Well I'm here to ask the tough questions," Tressa said with a smile. "Do you eat or drink just before bed? That can make it difficult to get to sleep. Stress keeps us awake as well."

"I usualy don't eat before I go to bed." he raised an eyebrow. "Why does Lieutenant Dvald have a black eye anyway?" he inquired in a neutral tone. "Do I need to... educate someone in pain?"

"I am not at liberty to discuss Doctor Dvald's condition, Sargeant," Tressa said softly. "There is a torn muscle in your left shoulder but it has begun to heal," she added, changing the subject.

Duval raised an eyebrow. "I got that from combat training three days ago." he commented as if it meant nothing whatsoever to him. "Pain is sometimes a good thing. Wouldn't you agree Doctor..." he blinked slowly as he regarded her. "An easy victory is worth nothing.."

"Pain is your body telling you something is wrong." Tressa felt the torn muscle gently. "You will need to take it easy for the next few days or this may not heal properly. Scans look good, blood pressure and heartrate are excellent," she remarked, looking at the screen behind him.