USS LOTUS: Dr Nasaro-Myth comes aboard

"Are we there yet?"

The transporter chief should have felt annoyed by the repeated child-like inquiry of the the blue-collared commander waiting with obvious impatience on the forcefield-enclosed transporter pad. Yet, she could only smile each time she looked into the dazzling purple eyes, the soft kind face and the sparkling smile of the slim bald man with the soft, mesmerizing voice. Even with his pheromones consciously off, the Deltan's alluring appearance, despite the bland grey and black of a Starfleet uniform, and especially his seductive voice and friendly expression, were more than enough to make her almost swoon over. But she was a professional and she did her duty fully and correctly, keeping her emotions in check; barely.

Even the male security officer guarding the door, phaser at the ready, could not help himself but feel uncomfortable with the whole, tedious but mandatory new security protocols, as if the man confined on the transporter pad was an old, dear friend he was forced to inconvenience so unduly.

And the annoyance of the commander was as obvious as his friendly mien.

Finally, the transporter chief gave him a warm smile of her own.

"Voice and retina scan identification confirming biomolecular and medical file checks; welcome aboard, Doctor Nasaro-Myth. Your own medical team is waiting for you in our secondary sickbay."

"What are you taking about, dear? My medical team is still on the Horizon, in another universe," frowned the Deltan, as he walked right into the forcefield and was unceremoniusly stopped dead in his track by the shimmering energy wall. "And this is an Intrepid class vessel, not a capital ship or a starbase; there is only one sickbay."

She smiled as her cheeks reddened under her lowered eyes.

"Last security check, Doctor. Sorry about that. Your belongings have also been checked in transit and beamed to your cabin on deck 2."

The restraining forcefield winked out with a last shimmer and with one hand cautiously extended, Elliago nasaro-Myth stepped down, still smiling.

"Don't feel sorry, dear; I personally know the damn Andorian who's twisted mind conceived all these rules... and why. Keep up the good work, chief."

She smiled almost as if he had asked her hand in marriage. Leaving her a last warm smile. Elliago went to the door.

"I will call for an escort to guide you, Doctor," the security man offered, his hand already going to his combadge. But the Deltan's own hand and smile stopped him.

"No need, my good man. I know my way around starships. I was born and raised on one. I will go directly to sickbay to see at it's current state oversee it's readiness."

"Wouldn't you like to report first to the captain?" inquired the guard.

"No need; I'm the chief medical officer of this ship. As per regulation, all personel must report to me for medical examination before we leave base. He will come to me."

And so saying with a parting nod and a friendly pat on the shoulder of the security officer, Elliago left the transporter room towards his assigned post.