Adrian stood with his hands in his pockets.
Let's see... we need mission essential personnel first... "Hey Suku, go grab Fian Vel Steyr. Tell him we need him for a physical." Suku left the room with a sigh, passing Benji on the way out. Adrian smiled at the man, "Hey Benji. We're getting through the higher-ups and what not. Take a seat and we'll get to you in a bit."
Fian had recently washed his face and straightend out his uniform with the new rank bars when he heard a knock on the washroom door. Checking the mirror one more time to see if there are any signs that may indicate his crying earlier, the Vel Steyr was satisfied but that forlorn look was still on his face. Shaking his head, he opened the door and was surprised to see a crewmember he has not seen before.
Suku smiled at Fian. "Hello Private Fian. I'm P3C Suku Matsobuki. I'm one of the new crew members working in the medbay. If you would please follow me, we need an up-to-date physical."
"Oh!" Fian said. At least none of that 'Hi and lets be friends thing.' She got straight down to business. "Well... Lead the way then." He did not want to think about anything anymore for a while.
Suku flashed a half smile and walked down the hall. "So, you're one of the hot shots now, right? Big promotion?"
The Vel Steyr looked to the side as he followed Suku down the hall, unconciously regulating the distance between them by spatial awareness. Although he could see her foot in the edges of his vision, he did not pursue further. "Yeah." He simply answered, indicating that he is not in the mood for socializing.
Suku took the hint and strode faster. She reached the medbay door and strode in. Adrian looked up at her and nodded and went back to messing with his bass. "Fian's here, ja?" The Geshrin nodded.
"Adrian." Fian muttered. He paused for a moment to figure out where their friendship stood now, considering that Decane had come clean about the previous incident, he thought that episode should just be forgotten. "Yo." The Vel Steyr said, waving a little and trying to act a little more cheery than what he was now. "Is it going to involve any needles?"
Adrian put the bass down beside him on the bunk and stood. "Only one, mate. Unless, of course, you'd rather start vomiting blood. We need a blood sample for a drug test. If you'll take a seat, we'll get started." Adrian stood and grabbed one of medical data pads and motioned to one of the examination tables.
Fian nodded to both Suku and Adrian. He walked over to the examination table and sat on it upright, as he did he noticed a familiar figured out cold in the opposite table. Taking a good look, he sighed as he realized who it was.
I am going to have to ask some questions later. The Vel Steyr rolled up his sleeves.
"Alrighty, we'll get the blood test first." Adrian grabbed one of the needle attachments for the datapad and hooked it in. "This shouldn't hurt a whole lot." He stuck the needle into Fian's vein, and several moments later the scanner beeped, indicating no harmful substances. "Alright, you're all clean." Adrian pulled the needle out and disconnected it from the pad, turning the interface back to a medical form. He tapped the screen a bit, and then looked at Fian. "Have you had any major injuries within the last two years?"
Fian thought for a while, his past two years was in boot camp. "Lets see, some bruises, broken ribs, cuts and scratches. Well, thats about it."
"Alright, good. We've got one more question. Any major mental diseases or defects?" Adrian tapped another couple times on the screen, marking off the correct items.
"I like killing people at close range with knives." Fian said, rather bluntly.
Adrian smiled at him. "Know that feeling. Alright, you're all good." Adrian saved the file on his pad and and put it down.
"One question, doc." Fian said, standing up. "Is there any way I could have Istvan for the next mission? I trust in his abilites to lead, although I don't condone addictive drug (ab)use, I believe his presence in the next operation would result in fewer marines visiting your medbay when it is all over."
Adrian shook his head. "Sorry, Fian. He's got a hardcore Big K dependancy, and if he goes without it for more than about an hour, he runs through a mental breakdown. If I let him on-world, I'll be personably responsible for all injuries and casualties that he would cause. Also, he's in no condition to fight, let alone lead at the moment. See if you can work someone else in."
Fian looked at Istvan, then at Adrian.
Gee, even a personal appeal cant save him now. Perhaps Adrian doesnt want Istvan to steal his thunder in the next mission? Unlikely. Besides, he'll be held accountable too. "Then I expect you to be on site, Adrian. I'm counting on you."
Adrian nodded. "I'll be there. Just tell me where to shoot and what to sew, and I'll be fine."
Fian raised the Datapad to look at the armor selection list, Adrian still had not picked an armor yet. Hell, everyone is running slow today. "So... Phalanx, as usual?"
"Actually, I think I'll switch things up this time, Fian. Throw me down for a Warhawk. Faster, hits harder, the works."
"Right then." Fian said, penning in the entry with his stylus. He realized after that that he penned it in the wrong row. His eyes must be tired or he was under a bit of stress. He exaggerated his predicament a little so that Adrian could get the idea. "Say, anything I could use?" He asked, lowering the pad.
Adrian cocked an eyebrow. "You mean chemical wise? Yeah, I got some stuff." He turned and picked up the datapad, pulling up an inventory. "We've got focus, long-night, that sort of stuff. What you want?"
"Clarity... would do." Fian said, hesitatingly. He was not an avid drug user but he just cant take any chances for this mission. "About a dose, in an ordinary container. I want to fit it into my Power Armor dispenser somehow."
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