MED Ensign Emily Acacia

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MED Ensign Emily Acacia

Postby Emily Acacia » Sun Jul 29, 2018 3:45 pm

“Doctor EBT - Everything But Thesis”

Emily had been sitting in the medical research lab for an amount of time that she could only count thanks to the ship’s internal chronometer. She had made an effort to stay in her quarters for most of her writing, but the fact that it had windows only served to remind her of her internal clock, and that she would rather be sleeping. However, her tactic of depriving herself of external stimuli had only worked for so long. The CMO had just found her, exhausted and hunched over the computer terminal, and had immediately ordered her to bed. She gathered her PADD, some papers she had scattered around, and the few sample jars she had been examining, and put them all back on her research station.

She pressed a key to bring the computer to life, “Medical Ensign Acacia’s Log, Stardate 11807.29. I’ve just been told... to sleep. That’s probably for the best. My thesis is up to one hundred and sixty pages. It’s a bit of a dry read, if you’re not into exogenetics, so... I’ll tell you about it.”

Carrying her things, Emily began down the hall for the turbolift. As she walked she tucked items into her shoulderbag, which was usually stuffed with research materials. Given the late time of night, she stuck close to the wall, quietly continuing her log, figuring no one was around for her to look crazy to, “It’s well known, and well researched, that different humanoid species have similar anatomical systems, and dozens of species even have remarkably similar immune systems. I’m studying diseases that can infect more than one species. There are actually two-hundred and forty-six known cases of a ‘disease jump’, where an ailment known to one species is later recorded infecting another. The first instance of this in Starfleet record is the Klingon equivalent of the flu being caught by a human.”

She entered her quarters, setting her bag down on the table. Apollo, her hostile, fluffy white cat with bright blue eyes was sitting on her bed, but fortunately, he seemed to be asleep. She began brushing her hair, all the while babbling about disease to the computer, “So I’m studying the mechanisms by which these diseases are able to do this. Diseases that replicate by RNA do it best, for example, our human flu has infected five other species to date. And—well, if you care about the technical side, the paper will be freely available, but the long and short of it is that I’ve found a way to innoculate species against diseases that have yet to evolve to infect them. A vaccine that out-strips evolution by training the immune system against the parts of the disease that can’t change so quickly.”

She stopped herself, by now putting her pajamas on. She realized she was getting a bit too enthusiastic, and she had promised herself she wouldn’t “nerd out” in any of her logs. With a sigh, she sat on her bed, “I anticipate another month and another fifty pages of writing, but it’s almost there. I can genuinely say I’m proud of my contribution to scientific understanding, so I think I have a few letters to write to the professors at Starfleet Medical. Soon, I won’t have to correct anyone who calls me ‘doctor’. Acacia out.”

The computer whirred to sleep, and Emily switched the lights off with her bedside console. She wanted to sleep, but all she could think about was her petri dish in the medical lab containing Bajoran tissue that had, finally, resisted the human flu. That, and the moment when she had actually been invited to stand on the bridge when the CMO was off her shift, and how she’d had to tell the captain herself that she wasn’t a doctor yet. Of course, it was a technicality, but it did bother her. That said, she’d been given this assignment because her professors thought she was ready, and that her research was too important to rush and risk getting wrong. Her ambitious choice of topic meant it had already taken a long time, but when she earned that title, she wanted to really deserve it. That and, of course, it was important that she get this right for a lot of reasons, even some diplomatic. The implications for every field from genetics to exobiology to many more were significant, and future research could draw on her conclusions. The way it should be, she would say.

She laid down, closing her eyes, and making one last note, “Computer, set reminder with tomorrow morning’s alarm—write Doctor Galahar and Professor Jones.”

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Re: MED Ensign Emily Acacia

Postby Luceo » Mon Jul 30, 2018 6:08 am

What a wonderful first log! I quite like her motivation and drive, and you show it quite well with little touches like her being unable to sleep.

She should feel free to nerd out all she wants! :D
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The Doctor at Play

Postby Emily Acacia » Wed Aug 08, 2018 12:21 am

Emily sat in her quarters, sipping from a cup of tea and finishing up her log for the day. The CMO and Captain had both told her that on her first full day off, she shouldn't do anything resembling work. Neither of them had made it an order, but at this point, they didn't have to. Emily could tell that her nerves were getting frayed, and she couldn't treat herself like a student anymore. She had to act like an officer, and that meant keeping herself rested and healthy. So, she'd taken a break from her thesis, and Nurse Darcy was watching her ongoing experiments for her. Ensign Razyn had been kind enough to show her how the holodeck worked, and she'd spent the better prt of the afternoon creating a few programs of her own. Razyn had even been kind enough to show her how to randomize program elements, so she could be surprised by events, to an extent.

"I think I'm starting to get along here. I'll admit, I do miss earth, but I'm finally getting comfortable. I look forward to going back to my quarters each night. The adventure of it is intoxicating, the science fascinating, and this ship is really something. I consider myself fortunate that I've had so much time to work on my experiments, and that I've had so few patients so far, but I know that can only be a temporary state of things. I'm... ready for, but not necessarily eager for, whatever's to come. Acacia out," the computer beeped once, shutting down the microphone. Emily pinched the bridge of her nose, already feeling stupid for getting so sappy, even in her personal log.

She stood, setting her tea aside an giving Apollo a nasty look for biting the corner of her bed. She grabbed the costume from her closet, examining it with a wry smile before donning the long tan trenchcoat, and colorful scarf.

---

Acacia found herself standing on a cliff, near an ocean. She inhaled deeply, her eyes darting to the glint of the sun off of the white rock making up the cliffs. She then turned her gaze back to the large, solid black starship entering the atmosphere at an alarming rate.

"Doctor," Emily's attention was drawn to a nearby middle-aged woman with a tight red ponytail, "They haven't stopped, they haven't answered our hails. We need to go up there! Board their ship, get their attention, stop them before they crash."

"Ooh," Emily couldn't help but coo excitedly. She hadn't even thought of that plan when she'd written the program. She had a gun in her coat, contrary to the character from ancient science fiction she'd drawn from, she had planned to have an all-out firefight on the surface for a little adrenaline, but she actually liked this better, "Good idea, let's go."

The two set off running towrds their vessel, a nearby blue telephone box from ancient England. Emily lept inside, wildly and randomly throwing levers at the console. She laughed madly, the flashing lights indicating that her exercise in nonsense was working. With a whoosh, they took off.

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Emily awoke with a gasp, sitting up sharply. She groaned, holding her back, where she had been laying on a bent piece of rebar. The redheaded woman was nearby, laying limp, a sharp piece of metal sticking out of her chest. Emily shook her head, grunting, "Computer, end program."

With a soft sigh, she looked around, re-acquainting herself with the empty holodeck, "Computer, how long was I unconscious?"

The computer bleeped itself to life, replying, "All holodeck safeties are operating normally. You did not lose consciousness. Twelve seconds have elapsed since the last scene change in program Acacia one."

"Huh," Emily rubbed her forehead, perturbed. She made a mental note to tweak her program to make it a little easier, and to not program a ship crash into any more of her stories. She laid back down slowly, "Computer, run program... Acacia two."

A flash of light made her clench her eyes shut, and when she opened them, she was laying in white sand, a holographic sun beaming overhead. With a smile, she let her eyes shut once more, and let her tension melt away, her thoughts drifitng occasionally to ways to improve her adventure program.

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Re: MED Ensign Emily Acacia

Postby Luceo » Wed Aug 08, 2018 5:49 pm

Whovians in the 24th century! RIP your Companion though; better luck next time for her. The second program should be more relaxing after that. Great log!
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Doctor, Doctor, Give Me the News

Postby Emily Acacia » Tue Sep 04, 2018 8:24 pm

Emily arrived via transport at Starfleet Academy, duffle bag slung over her shoulder, her cat Apollo in a small carrier in her off hand. She had, at last, after years of research, received her Doctorate after her thesis had been finalized and published, coincidentally just before the ship she was posted on had been scheduled to arrive back at earth. She hadn't even had time to tell her new Captain before shore leave had started, but she had already all but forgotten for the excitement of seeing her family. She had planned to visit and thank her professors anyway, but they had contacted her first to ask her to give a series of special lectures in her research area for Starfleet Medical.

She was going to visit her home after her lecture, but she didn't have time to find a better place for her things, so she found herself and her cat in the lecture hall a half hour early, writing out some DNA sequences on the chalkboard, her duffle bag tucked under the desk-- the professor's desk.

"Emilaina Acacia, Medical Doctor and Doctor of Medical Research... now that suits you," a voice came from the back of the hall. Emily whipped around, nearly dropping her chalk as she made a running beeline for back, tackle-hugging the source of the voice.

"Tori!" Emily squealed, squeezing her younger sister within an inch of her life, "How have you been?"

"There's a lot to go through," Torinessa replied, pulling back to get a look at her sister's face, "You're coming to dinner, right?"

"Of course," Emily scoffed, bemused by the notion of skipping out, "Are you... staying for the lecture?"

"It might be a bit over my head, but I'd love to see you teach," Torinessa claimed a seat near the front of the class. The two were beginning to chatter when the first of the Starfleet Medical students arrived, and Emily changed tunes to begin acting more upright.

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The whole experience was a bit overwhelming. By the end of the lecture, Emily had answered more questions than she even knew she would know the answer to, and shaken hands with half of the professors at Starfleet Medical. Students and professors particularly interested in her research exchanged business cards with her. She stayed for almost a full hour after the lecture was over, waiting for the last of the interested students to speak to her one-on-one. She took one last look at the mostly empty hall, briefly flashing back to attending one of her father's special lectures. She returned to her sister's side, and her sister walked with her to the transport that would take them home.

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"EMILY'S HERE! AND SHE'S A REEEAL DOCTOR NOW," Tori shouted into the house as she threw open the door. Emily rolled her eyes as she sat down Apollo's carrier. She turned him loose, the cat quickly darting off to find something to eat or destroy. Some sort of clanging metallic chaos ensued in the kitchen, Emily's mother scrambling to put lids on all the pots on the stove before darting out into the foyer to embrace Emily in a tight hug.

Emily's intuition twinged as she wrapped her arms around her mother. Being half Betazoid, she could sense a familiar, rather distinctive presence in the house. It also wasn't as hard to detect as her sisters, considering he was a full-blooded telepath.

"...is dad here?" Emily posed, her mother visibly distraught the moment the words left her lips.

"Bah! You girls and your psychic powers, can't even have one tiny surprise for my little Doctor," Janessa Acacia lamented dramatically. Emily released her, moving into the living room and hugging her father right through the floor-length curtain he had so vainly attempted to hide behind. The man laughed, lamely brushing the fabric away to escape from his hiding spot. He grabbed Emily by the shoulders, smiling down at her warmly.

"You know, I told you not to go into medicine. And if you did, I specifically said to stay away from germs," he joked. Emily's mother scurried back into the kitchen, followed by Tori. Emily gripped her father's hand, beaming up at the much taller man.

"I recall," she mused, "I just didn't listen. You know how I can be."

"Emily?" Janessa called from the kitchen. Emily made her way in, and immediately covered her face in embarrassment. There was a cake topped with lit candles on the table, and a computer sitting at one of the places with her elder sister Averianna's smiling face on it. She was in uniform, in her quarters on her posted ship, and she had replicated her own slice of cake. It was rare for her whole family to be on earth at once with three of them being stationed on different starships, and it seemed today was no exception, yet her family still had to find a way to throw her a party.

It took coaxing to get Emily to sit down, but when her mother started bringing out dinner, of course comprised of Emily's favorite foods, she was able to relax and even somewhat enjoy the attention. She got to have dinner with her father in the flesh, and her family got to do their catching up. She learned about her father's adventures, including a brief posting on a deep space vessel, and her elder sister's promotion to Lieutenant Commander. Averi was a Starfleet Engineer, and Tori had just started her sophmore year at a non-Starfleet college with a major in psychology.

The Acacias were a lively, rowdy bunch, laughing unabashedly all evening. After dinner and cake, they played some card games together. That night Emilaina slept in her old bed. It was nice, but still somehow, staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars taped to her bedroom ceiling, she already missed the Atlantis. This was the night that she became certain, once and for all, that joining Starfleet was the right choice.

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Re: MED Ensign Emily Acacia

Postby Luceo » Wed Sep 05, 2018 6:41 am

A big moment for Emily! I liked her powers ruining the surprise, and it's good to see a warm family moment like this. Good job!
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