Well if you want him to suffering from age, I'd say 60 and up is believeable, though probably 70 is a better starting point given the availability of genetics and cybernetics to minimise the effect - unless he chooses not to have such things.
I hadn't actually made the comment on order based on the entry in flaws, but the issue was solved anyway so thats fine.
I'm reviewing the salarian sheet by Pepperm1nt next, then more from there.
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Rare, a few things.
For Strurm, its alright if you simply don't have a history for him, but if you do and are keeping it secret I'll need it PMed to me.
For Druslius, you know that for Turians military service is compulsory right? All Turians born into normal Turian society serve in the military whether they like it or not, man and woman alike. He's still allowed to like it but he's not joining specifically because he likes it, he's joining because when you're Turian, thats what you do.
Dervish is the resident Turian expert, but I bellieve they enlist at fifteen and serve for fifteen years normally.
Other than that, his reason for founding a merc group is a little weak. ITs quite an impressive endeavour to set up an organised group like that, and if he is so law abiding and order loving, why go out to Omega and set up what is essentially a hit squad? It doesn't really make sense.
Finally, given that Turians serve in the military so much, and their military lives are generally quite active, he'd still be in pretty decent shape at 42, especially as it hardly seems that he'd let his body go to hell. Turians can easily make 100 usually, and as far as I know have lifespans that match humans roughly. For reference, that means 150 is about as old as they can get with genetic engineering and cybernetics.
For Strurm, its alright if you simply don't have a history for him, but if you do and are keeping it secret I'll need it PMed to me.
For Druslius, you know that for Turians military service is compulsory right? All Turians born into normal Turian society serve in the military whether they like it or not, man and woman alike. He's still allowed to like it but he's not joining specifically because he likes it, he's joining because when you're Turian, thats what you do.
Dervish is the resident Turian expert, but I bellieve they enlist at fifteen and serve for fifteen years normally.
Other than that, his reason for founding a merc group is a little weak. ITs quite an impressive endeavour to set up an organised group like that, and if he is so law abiding and order loving, why go out to Omega and set up what is essentially a hit squad? It doesn't really make sense.
Finally, given that Turians serve in the military so much, and their military lives are generally quite active, he'd still be in pretty decent shape at 42, especially as it hardly seems that he'd let his body go to hell. Turians can easily make 100 usually, and as far as I know have lifespans that match humans roughly. For reference, that means 150 is about as old as they can get with genetic engineering and cybernetics.
A dullish post from me to move the Intents timeline along. Hoping to get some communications with a few others going when we finish our respective FTLs.
Rhea stepped from the open front of the bridge to stand next to her helmsman at the helm station as she watched the viewscreen showing them moving forward. She had no idea what this ‘hyperspace’ would be like, especially since the Intent wouldn’t have any of the safeguards that may or may not’ve been required. Thus, she was preemptively holding on to the helm console to avoid getting thrown ignominiously across the bridge. A glance at Valerie was all the android needed to know to give a shipwide announcement - if the captain was bracing for acceleration, everyone else should be too. “All crew brace for acceleration” her calm voice stated in every section of the small vessel.
As the pair of ships pulled clear of the chaos of battle, a great green rent opened up in space in front of the Hive, and for a moment they just hung there. Rhea likened it to a different coloured flatter looking slipstream portal. But the moment quickly passed as the ship half flew and half was sucked into the portal. The sudden acceleration made her grateful to be holding onto the console, as it was a moment before Valerie compensated the AG fields. Despite that, once they were traveling in ‘hyperspace’ it was a remarkably smooth ride, especially compared to slipstream. For one, they seemed to be going directly to their destination and the ship wasn’t shaking from gravitational turbulence. She didn’t have long to observe the phenomena though as it soon came to an end and they reappeared in normal space, accompanied by deceleration similar to the acceleration before.
The moment Rhea could see they were in normal space, she was ordering them to undock. They had already reeled in the bucky capable and begin the manoeuvre to push away from the Hive when the communication came through requesting it. Once the vessel had completed the elegant AG field assisted manoeuvre Rhea spoke again. “Damage report?” The response came in the unusual chittering yet musical voice of Rhea’s Than lieutenant, Mirrors of Starlight. “Slipstream drive is still inoperable, engineering reports it should be online in two hours. Hull damage is already being repaired. Missile supplies are plentiful, but we’ve lost over fifty percent of our drones.” Rhea was concerned about that, drone cover was important to the ship and having a high attrition rate on them would make resupplying slower. “Very good Mirrors. Tell Engineering they have an hour. Valerie, I need you to keep an eye out for any unusual energy signatures, anything that might resemble another ship exiting whatever kind of FTL they use. We could use more allies. In particular, keep an eye out for the Aurora and the Icarus if you can.” “I’ll do my best, but I won’t guarantee anything.” Hologram Valerie answered.
As the pair of ships pulled clear of the chaos of battle, a great green rent opened up in space in front of the Hive, and for a moment they just hung there. Rhea likened it to a different coloured flatter looking slipstream portal. But the moment quickly passed as the ship half flew and half was sucked into the portal. The sudden acceleration made her grateful to be holding onto the console, as it was a moment before Valerie compensated the AG fields. Despite that, once they were traveling in ‘hyperspace’ it was a remarkably smooth ride, especially compared to slipstream. For one, they seemed to be going directly to their destination and the ship wasn’t shaking from gravitational turbulence. She didn’t have long to observe the phenomena though as it soon came to an end and they reappeared in normal space, accompanied by deceleration similar to the acceleration before.
The moment Rhea could see they were in normal space, she was ordering them to undock. They had already reeled in the bucky capable and begin the manoeuvre to push away from the Hive when the communication came through requesting it. Once the vessel had completed the elegant AG field assisted manoeuvre Rhea spoke again. “Damage report?” The response came in the unusual chittering yet musical voice of Rhea’s Than lieutenant, Mirrors of Starlight. “Slipstream drive is still inoperable, engineering reports it should be online in two hours. Hull damage is already being repaired. Missile supplies are plentiful, but we’ve lost over fifty percent of our drones.” Rhea was concerned about that, drone cover was important to the ship and having a high attrition rate on them would make resupplying slower. “Very good Mirrors. Tell Engineering they have an hour. Valerie, I need you to keep an eye out for any unusual energy signatures, anything that might resemble another ship exiting whatever kind of FTL they use. We could use more allies. In particular, keep an eye out for the Aurora and the Icarus if you can.” “I’ll do my best, but I won’t guarantee anything.” Hologram Valerie answered.
I think they'd tentatively get along. Zhar would probably view Nadene as something of an equal, possibly more so if he knew her background. The others are merely shortlived things, beings whos lives are over in a flash and not really worth getting to know....
Zhars shipping is quite specific and tends to skirt the law rather than flaunting as Riptide tends to, so I doubt there'd be much stepping on toes, though it might happen from time to time.
Zhars shipping is quite specific and tends to skirt the law rather than flaunting as Riptide tends to, so I doubt there'd be much stepping on toes, though it might happen from time to time.
Posted, as promised.
Drums… Drums in the distance…
And singing… A thousand thousand voices lifted in perfect harmony, singing tales of glory in the old tongue.
Singing of her glory… Calling to her….
No greater honour than to die in battle….
No.
The world snapped back into focus suddenly and sharply. The drums in the distance faded to be nothing but a throbbing in her head. She could feel something wrapped around her middle, and see Zaveeds lips moving, but the words didn’t seem to be comprehensible. She tried to push herself up, but the whole world spun from the movement. Reigenleif reached for her staff - not there. Gently turning her head, she could see it in the hands of a prisoner.
She raised a hand before her face, she could see every detail, dirt from the prison floor and the red of her own blood staining the the pale skin. She thought hard about wanting to feel better. For a moment, golden light swirled through her fingers, but it was gone almost as quickly as it came. Still, there was a warm feeling from the thing wrapped around her, and she began to feel more herself. She managed to push herself to a sitting position, just in time to see Zaveed pulling her staff sharply away from the prisoner that had taken it before presenting it to her. She took the magical weapon from him with a meek smile, still somewhat dazed.
The movement of bodies around her reminded her that they were supposed to be moving quickly. She planted the end of the long staff into the ground, and in one monumental effort, pulled herself to her feet. The world spun once more, but before she could fall she found herself being steadied by a multitude of hands. What the hands didn’t help with though, was the sharp pain in her her abdomen. Her off hand went immediately to press against the source and she bent over from it, remaining steady only by leaning heavily on her staff.
At the very least, the pain tore through the dazed veil on Reigenleif’s senses, and with a rush almost as abrupt as the one where she was yanked away from the gates of Sovngarde, the world flooded back into proper focus. It was loud, with much shouting and footsteps. The necessary states of mind and gestures to cast spells began to return to her, and the moment she could recall a spell of healing, she made the gesture with her free hand. There was a shimmer of golden light around her, and once it had dissipated she was able to stand almost straight. The pain remained, but it was a little duller than before.
It was only then she realised her comrades were still looking at her with concern on their faces. “I have a few more glorious battles in me yet before Sovngarde...” She managed with a smile and a chuckle that she immediately regretted, pain shooting through her middle. “Lead on.” She said as she began to hobble forward, putting much of her weight on the staff.
And singing… A thousand thousand voices lifted in perfect harmony, singing tales of glory in the old tongue.
Singing of her glory… Calling to her….
No greater honour than to die in battle….
No.
The world snapped back into focus suddenly and sharply. The drums in the distance faded to be nothing but a throbbing in her head. She could feel something wrapped around her middle, and see Zaveeds lips moving, but the words didn’t seem to be comprehensible. She tried to push herself up, but the whole world spun from the movement. Reigenleif reached for her staff - not there. Gently turning her head, she could see it in the hands of a prisoner.
She raised a hand before her face, she could see every detail, dirt from the prison floor and the red of her own blood staining the the pale skin. She thought hard about wanting to feel better. For a moment, golden light swirled through her fingers, but it was gone almost as quickly as it came. Still, there was a warm feeling from the thing wrapped around her, and she began to feel more herself. She managed to push herself to a sitting position, just in time to see Zaveed pulling her staff sharply away from the prisoner that had taken it before presenting it to her. She took the magical weapon from him with a meek smile, still somewhat dazed.
The movement of bodies around her reminded her that they were supposed to be moving quickly. She planted the end of the long staff into the ground, and in one monumental effort, pulled herself to her feet. The world spun once more, but before she could fall she found herself being steadied by a multitude of hands. What the hands didn’t help with though, was the sharp pain in her her abdomen. Her off hand went immediately to press against the source and she bent over from it, remaining steady only by leaning heavily on her staff.
At the very least, the pain tore through the dazed veil on Reigenleif’s senses, and with a rush almost as abrupt as the one where she was yanked away from the gates of Sovngarde, the world flooded back into proper focus. It was loud, with much shouting and footsteps. The necessary states of mind and gestures to cast spells began to return to her, and the moment she could recall a spell of healing, she made the gesture with her free hand. There was a shimmer of golden light around her, and once it had dissipated she was able to stand almost straight. The pain remained, but it was a little duller than before.
It was only then she realised her comrades were still looking at her with concern on their faces. “I have a few more glorious battles in me yet before Sovngarde...” She managed with a smile and a chuckle that she immediately regretted, pain shooting through her middle. “Lead on.” She said as she began to hobble forward, putting much of her weight on the staff.
I will get a Jaerdi post up soon... Hopefully. It seems that all my RPs want me to post at once, as usual. Life just cant be nice enough to stagger my posting requirements can it?
I'm not really the most talkative ooc person as those who've RPed with me a lot will know, though I do try to read all the OOC.
I'm not really the most talkative ooc person as those who've RPed with me a lot will know, though I do try to read all the OOC.
Good to see some IC posts.
Sorry to hear that Zombie, but unfortunately these things do happen.
Good to hear of more completions and such. For those still waiting on reviews, do not be afraid to do your characters as well if you have not yet done them, you often wont need a perfect NS in order to get the majority of a character thoguht out.
Sorry to hear that Zombie, but unfortunately these things do happen.
Good to hear of more completions and such. For those still waiting on reviews, do not be afraid to do your characters as well if you have not yet done them, you often wont need a perfect NS in order to get the majority of a character thoguht out.
Several days ago...
Joseph was sitting in his office. His back leaned against his chair while his fingers click-clacked upon the keyboard of his computer, the sound almost humdrum and routine in its rhythm. It's soft sounds were drowned out by the violin sound which flooded from the nearby stereo. The song was a one of many of his favorites among his son's collection, made up of a mixture between original and older pieces, as it filled the small office room. It wasn't hard to sense the heart placed into the music with each note wafting through the air. For a moment Joseph paused in his paper work and straightened his form, leaning farther back.
He inhaled softly. His mind drifted toward thoughts about his family, his son Connor, his father and most of all his mother. Namely her deteriorating condition followed by the fact her care had been left in another's hands, a Dr. Jamie Lauren. The doctor specialized in patients with memory diseases and though he had made certain she was in good hands, his weary mind couldn't help but have its doubts. Doubts that seemed to jab at him every minute it got its chance. Gently he began to rub his temple, pushing away the guilt, while he drew back to his work still listening to the music playing.
Idalia entered the infirmary still feeling quite cheerful from her conversation with the captain, not to mention the emotional feedback from Ariadne, who was quite pleased with everything right now. Various Tau'ri were going about there business, largely ignoring her. She wasn't sure if she should ask someone to see her or if she should just wait, but it wasn't long before her question was answered.
Niven's eyes flickered upwards to spot the woman, his hand filled out by the clipboard and skimmed the word which were nothing more then quick scribbles. He smiled when he excused himself then made his way to his desk. He reached for the phone and dialed up his favorite doctor, a man he knew aould appreciate working with the known Tok'ra. Sadly he was blissfully unaware of the prior conflict between the pair as he sat there waiting for a pick up.
Meanwhile, Joseph's thoughts were interrupted when the phone rang. His eyes shifted to the offending equipment as he considered not answering it, his finger ceased their massaging for the moment. Taking his time, he reached out and pressed the answering button. "Yes?"
Niven's voice broke over the speaker, his voice slightly excited and sincere in his words. "Joseph...a late arrival has just reported into the infirmary. I was wondering if you could see to her? It's the Tok'ra."
Joseph was silent. His lips turned up in that tight frown, his head in deep thought for a moment. Finally, he reached for his clip board and pen before he answered Dr. Niven. "Very well. Notify her I will be there."
Niven's smile could practically be felt over the line with his quick, cheery reply. "Good And she'll be waiting."
He hung up. looking pleased with himself, the man started to approach the woman, speaking when he reached out to tap her upon the shoulder.
"Excuse me, Miss, will follow me this way." He gestured to a cot with his left hand, the clipboard in his other, while he led her to an examination office. Privacy when it came to such matters were ideal and often made the patient very comfortable. "Dr. Sterling will see you shortly."
Niven then added. "Don't be turned off by his grumpy nature. He's got a lot on his mind and I will admit his bed side manner needs work but he does care for his patients."
Idalia quickly realised that it would probably be the same doctor she had met when she had stormed in that would see her. The thought of asking Niven to get someone different crossed her mind, but Ariadne made it abundantly clear that she would not accept her host backing out of an apology like that. At least she would be saved asking around for him later though. "Yes I... think I have met him before." She said slightly awkwardly to Niven. "I will keep that in mind." With that, she sat in silence, waiting for him to arrive.
On his way out, Dr. Niven gave The Tok'ra a sympathetic look and patted her shoulder. "Get to know him a bit. Trust me, it will make a difference."
When Joseph had finished up gathering up his equipment and shut down the recording, his footsteps took him all the way to the room within a short time. His eyes down when he entered the office, he twisted towards the Tok'ra, recognizing Idalia from when she verified Aeryn wasn't a Goa'uld. He honestly wasn't expecting to encounter her again but his expression made no indication of his surprise as he moved toward her. His brown shoes tapped the tile floor until he stood in front and with last check of his board, he spoke. "So any discomfort or something feeling off since your mission?"
His voice was calm and sincere in his tone regardless of the rather bitterness in their former introduction.
"No" Idalia said. She was mostly here to see what this checkup business was all about and to apologise to the poor old man for her terrible conduct earlier. At least he did not seem to be still unhappy about it, that had to be a good sign. The odd mix of eager curiosity and awkwardness was probably showing on her face, given how much worse at hiding her emotions she was compared to her symbiote, so rather than wait for him to draw any conclusions she launched straight into her attempt at an apology. "Uh, about earlier..."
Joseph 's wiry, white eyebrow rose at her answer. Inwardly he was confused as to why the Tok'ra would subject herself to an examination when she could easily avoid it, unlike most the other crew. From his studies, he had discovered Tok'ra were quite...healthy and had an extremely effective immune system, making most diseases useless. Still, though he would never admit it out loud, he was curious about her race and their biology, a reason to use this encounter to enhance his lacking knowledge.
He interrupted his patient. "I don't know the history between you and the Goa'uld, it's none of my bussiness to what pains or problems your past had. However, some part of you were hoping he was a Goa'uld and that you make him die as you would those responsible for your own suffering. None of us has a right to play God, even to our enemies, because that's where the line, the very thing that makes us different, vanishes."
He reached down for his scope and motioned to Idalia's chest, his words explained his intentions. "I need to press this to your chest so I can hear your heart and make comparisons, likely if there a heart murmur or breathing is raspy."
In response to his request, Idalia unhooked the top few clasps of her leathers and let the material fall free a little, enough for him to get at her chest with the odd looking medical implement while retaining modesty. "Yes, and I know that... I could give you all sorts of excuses, but thats not why I am here. I wanted say that I am sorry. If Ariadne had not stopped me... No I do not want to think about that. Will this take long?" Idalia was not particularly good at this, she had not had to answer for her actions for quite some time. Usually everyone was far more interested in Ariadne. Her curiosity in this proceedure was waning as she felt more awkward with the whole thing. Still, she did not give over her body to her symbiote. Many Tok'ra swapped out to whichever being was most composed at the time, right now it felt like doing that would be running away though.
Joseph seemed unfazed by her apologetic words or possibly he couldn't find the right reply, either way he continued with his examination. His ear listened carefully for the steady beating of the Tok'ra's heart, sounding little different from that of a normal woman, while he mentally counted the seconds between. Healthy was his concusion. His hand removed the object and began to check her reflexes, the small tool tapped against her knee likely causing her leg jump suddenly in response. First one then the other as they performed perfectly, something he shouldn't find to be much of a shocker. After the last of the tests ended, nothing out of the reasonable in the health parameters given by the Tok'ra, he continued his conversation. "Humans are likely the most folly based creatures in the world. Mistakes are impossible to avoid, even for those who know better."
Taking in her show of discomfort, he then tacked on another comment. "It doesn't usually take this long but I want to ensure both of you are in the best of the health, which likely is making you uncomfortable. If it helps, you're not the only one, there's even a phobia of it among many. As much as I want to make this quick, I won't risk being sloppy and missing something."
Idalia gave a quick smile to the doctor, it helped to hear such words of wisdom. It was easy for people to forget that despite the millenia old snake she shared a body with, she was still just a human. It was nice to not be treated differently for a change, not that it bothered her when she was. "Thank you" She said not knowing whether it was for the words or the concern for her wellbeing. Her task done, she let Ariadne take control.
With a flash of her eyes, her body became slightly more rigid and tense, a minor change in posture but noticeable to those paying attention. "I assure you, we are in perfect condition. There are few ailments I cannot repair, and for those I have this" she said, holding up the healing device. "Though your concern is appreciated."
Joseph controlled his first impluse, a slight rein over his more blunt reaction which was to jump. It was odd and bizzare, drawing a primal fear about the unknown from his subconcious and into the foremind. It was unusual to see it outside video as he knew the flash in the eyes was a sign of Ariadne taking control. His body likely showed his discomfort, but was quickly pushed away and stored when he regained composured. A thing made easier when he thought he sensed pride in the symbiote's voice about her device. To steel his calm, Joseph breathed in and finished up his tests. "Many have said similiar things before, but honestly, I'm not completely comfortable leaving my patient's health in her own hands. If that was always the right thing to do, we'd still be depending on prayer to beings we can't see for healing."
He reached for the clipboard after he stood upright and wrote down what he observed, a few quick scratches which quickly faded. "You seem in order though but I'll still like to run some blood tests. Just to be certian."
With a jerk of his hand, he pulled out a cotton ball, alcohol, plastic tie, and syringe, pulling them out upon the table. With years of practice and experience, he prepared the Tok'ra as he tied off the tie to cut blood flow and swabbed the place where he inserted the needle. It pierced the skin, storing the red blood in the vial, before he pulled it free and placed a cap onto it. He undid the tie then tossed it away where he placed a single bandaid upon the point. "There, we're done now."
"Is that all?" Ariadne had been expecting it to take longer. Or perhaps have something particularly unpleasant. After all, this was supposed to be the part of coming back to the ship that everyone dreaded. The mans disregarding of the healing device was foolish though. Of course it looked like a trinket with fancy lights to him. It was technology far beyond his own. Primitives often considered technology they couldn't understand to be either magic or some kind of trick. She couldn't exactly just show it off without some kind of visible injury to heal though, so for the moment she held her tongue. "While you should not be too quick to disregard this technology, I understand your desire to continue practising your own methods. After all, only a host or ex-host can utilise this device. Still, i look forward to demonstrating its effectiveness to you." With that, she slid off the bed and did up her uniform again. "[i]Thank you. And thank you for your words to Idalia. She can only learn so much from my memories and I fear our isolation among the Tok'ra has denied her valuable experience.[/]" The sharp stabs or irritation her host gave her for that comment were quite unpleasant, but in this case Ariadne believed it worthwhile.
"Seems the Tok'ra and humans share much more in common than they will ever admit." Joseph commented as he placed down the clipboard. His hand rised the vial and his eyes strained into it, partly to see if there was any differences or possibly see the so called Naquada floating among the red, before he labeled it. Then he placed among look like samples from other ship crew's examinations. "I rather see the evidence then take another's word on it, despite my profession. People tend to lie, sickness and injury doesn't."
Joseph's free hand reached for the doorhandle and in a gentleman like fashion, opened it for the Tok'ra. He was still unsure whom was in charge but his manners won't allow him, either way, not to be polite. "I expect you to make regular appointments and if anything feels off, please notify me. I like to be kept up to date with my patient's health no matter how little the symptom is."
Joseph was sitting in his office. His back leaned against his chair while his fingers click-clacked upon the keyboard of his computer, the sound almost humdrum and routine in its rhythm. It's soft sounds were drowned out by the violin sound which flooded from the nearby stereo. The song was a one of many of his favorites among his son's collection, made up of a mixture between original and older pieces, as it filled the small office room. It wasn't hard to sense the heart placed into the music with each note wafting through the air. For a moment Joseph paused in his paper work and straightened his form, leaning farther back.
He inhaled softly. His mind drifted toward thoughts about his family, his son Connor, his father and most of all his mother. Namely her deteriorating condition followed by the fact her care had been left in another's hands, a Dr. Jamie Lauren. The doctor specialized in patients with memory diseases and though he had made certain she was in good hands, his weary mind couldn't help but have its doubts. Doubts that seemed to jab at him every minute it got its chance. Gently he began to rub his temple, pushing away the guilt, while he drew back to his work still listening to the music playing.
Idalia entered the infirmary still feeling quite cheerful from her conversation with the captain, not to mention the emotional feedback from Ariadne, who was quite pleased with everything right now. Various Tau'ri were going about there business, largely ignoring her. She wasn't sure if she should ask someone to see her or if she should just wait, but it wasn't long before her question was answered.
Niven's eyes flickered upwards to spot the woman, his hand filled out by the clipboard and skimmed the word which were nothing more then quick scribbles. He smiled when he excused himself then made his way to his desk. He reached for the phone and dialed up his favorite doctor, a man he knew aould appreciate working with the known Tok'ra. Sadly he was blissfully unaware of the prior conflict between the pair as he sat there waiting for a pick up.
Meanwhile, Joseph's thoughts were interrupted when the phone rang. His eyes shifted to the offending equipment as he considered not answering it, his finger ceased their massaging for the moment. Taking his time, he reached out and pressed the answering button. "Yes?"
Niven's voice broke over the speaker, his voice slightly excited and sincere in his words. "Joseph...a late arrival has just reported into the infirmary. I was wondering if you could see to her? It's the Tok'ra."
Joseph was silent. His lips turned up in that tight frown, his head in deep thought for a moment. Finally, he reached for his clip board and pen before he answered Dr. Niven. "Very well. Notify her I will be there."
Niven's smile could practically be felt over the line with his quick, cheery reply. "Good And she'll be waiting."
He hung up. looking pleased with himself, the man started to approach the woman, speaking when he reached out to tap her upon the shoulder.
"Excuse me, Miss, will follow me this way." He gestured to a cot with his left hand, the clipboard in his other, while he led her to an examination office. Privacy when it came to such matters were ideal and often made the patient very comfortable. "Dr. Sterling will see you shortly."
Niven then added. "Don't be turned off by his grumpy nature. He's got a lot on his mind and I will admit his bed side manner needs work but he does care for his patients."
Idalia quickly realised that it would probably be the same doctor she had met when she had stormed in that would see her. The thought of asking Niven to get someone different crossed her mind, but Ariadne made it abundantly clear that she would not accept her host backing out of an apology like that. At least she would be saved asking around for him later though. "Yes I... think I have met him before." She said slightly awkwardly to Niven. "I will keep that in mind." With that, she sat in silence, waiting for him to arrive.
On his way out, Dr. Niven gave The Tok'ra a sympathetic look and patted her shoulder. "Get to know him a bit. Trust me, it will make a difference."
When Joseph had finished up gathering up his equipment and shut down the recording, his footsteps took him all the way to the room within a short time. His eyes down when he entered the office, he twisted towards the Tok'ra, recognizing Idalia from when she verified Aeryn wasn't a Goa'uld. He honestly wasn't expecting to encounter her again but his expression made no indication of his surprise as he moved toward her. His brown shoes tapped the tile floor until he stood in front and with last check of his board, he spoke. "So any discomfort or something feeling off since your mission?"
His voice was calm and sincere in his tone regardless of the rather bitterness in their former introduction.
"No" Idalia said. She was mostly here to see what this checkup business was all about and to apologise to the poor old man for her terrible conduct earlier. At least he did not seem to be still unhappy about it, that had to be a good sign. The odd mix of eager curiosity and awkwardness was probably showing on her face, given how much worse at hiding her emotions she was compared to her symbiote, so rather than wait for him to draw any conclusions she launched straight into her attempt at an apology. "Uh, about earlier..."
Joseph 's wiry, white eyebrow rose at her answer. Inwardly he was confused as to why the Tok'ra would subject herself to an examination when she could easily avoid it, unlike most the other crew. From his studies, he had discovered Tok'ra were quite...healthy and had an extremely effective immune system, making most diseases useless. Still, though he would never admit it out loud, he was curious about her race and their biology, a reason to use this encounter to enhance his lacking knowledge.
He interrupted his patient. "I don't know the history between you and the Goa'uld, it's none of my bussiness to what pains or problems your past had. However, some part of you were hoping he was a Goa'uld and that you make him die as you would those responsible for your own suffering. None of us has a right to play God, even to our enemies, because that's where the line, the very thing that makes us different, vanishes."
He reached down for his scope and motioned to Idalia's chest, his words explained his intentions. "I need to press this to your chest so I can hear your heart and make comparisons, likely if there a heart murmur or breathing is raspy."
In response to his request, Idalia unhooked the top few clasps of her leathers and let the material fall free a little, enough for him to get at her chest with the odd looking medical implement while retaining modesty. "Yes, and I know that... I could give you all sorts of excuses, but thats not why I am here. I wanted say that I am sorry. If Ariadne had not stopped me... No I do not want to think about that. Will this take long?" Idalia was not particularly good at this, she had not had to answer for her actions for quite some time. Usually everyone was far more interested in Ariadne. Her curiosity in this proceedure was waning as she felt more awkward with the whole thing. Still, she did not give over her body to her symbiote. Many Tok'ra swapped out to whichever being was most composed at the time, right now it felt like doing that would be running away though.
Joseph seemed unfazed by her apologetic words or possibly he couldn't find the right reply, either way he continued with his examination. His ear listened carefully for the steady beating of the Tok'ra's heart, sounding little different from that of a normal woman, while he mentally counted the seconds between. Healthy was his concusion. His hand removed the object and began to check her reflexes, the small tool tapped against her knee likely causing her leg jump suddenly in response. First one then the other as they performed perfectly, something he shouldn't find to be much of a shocker. After the last of the tests ended, nothing out of the reasonable in the health parameters given by the Tok'ra, he continued his conversation. "Humans are likely the most folly based creatures in the world. Mistakes are impossible to avoid, even for those who know better."
Taking in her show of discomfort, he then tacked on another comment. "It doesn't usually take this long but I want to ensure both of you are in the best of the health, which likely is making you uncomfortable. If it helps, you're not the only one, there's even a phobia of it among many. As much as I want to make this quick, I won't risk being sloppy and missing something."
Idalia gave a quick smile to the doctor, it helped to hear such words of wisdom. It was easy for people to forget that despite the millenia old snake she shared a body with, she was still just a human. It was nice to not be treated differently for a change, not that it bothered her when she was. "Thank you" She said not knowing whether it was for the words or the concern for her wellbeing. Her task done, she let Ariadne take control.
With a flash of her eyes, her body became slightly more rigid and tense, a minor change in posture but noticeable to those paying attention. "I assure you, we are in perfect condition. There are few ailments I cannot repair, and for those I have this" she said, holding up the healing device. "Though your concern is appreciated."
Joseph controlled his first impluse, a slight rein over his more blunt reaction which was to jump. It was odd and bizzare, drawing a primal fear about the unknown from his subconcious and into the foremind. It was unusual to see it outside video as he knew the flash in the eyes was a sign of Ariadne taking control. His body likely showed his discomfort, but was quickly pushed away and stored when he regained composured. A thing made easier when he thought he sensed pride in the symbiote's voice about her device. To steel his calm, Joseph breathed in and finished up his tests. "Many have said similiar things before, but honestly, I'm not completely comfortable leaving my patient's health in her own hands. If that was always the right thing to do, we'd still be depending on prayer to beings we can't see for healing."
He reached for the clipboard after he stood upright and wrote down what he observed, a few quick scratches which quickly faded. "You seem in order though but I'll still like to run some blood tests. Just to be certian."
With a jerk of his hand, he pulled out a cotton ball, alcohol, plastic tie, and syringe, pulling them out upon the table. With years of practice and experience, he prepared the Tok'ra as he tied off the tie to cut blood flow and swabbed the place where he inserted the needle. It pierced the skin, storing the red blood in the vial, before he pulled it free and placed a cap onto it. He undid the tie then tossed it away where he placed a single bandaid upon the point. "There, we're done now."
"Is that all?" Ariadne had been expecting it to take longer. Or perhaps have something particularly unpleasant. After all, this was supposed to be the part of coming back to the ship that everyone dreaded. The mans disregarding of the healing device was foolish though. Of course it looked like a trinket with fancy lights to him. It was technology far beyond his own. Primitives often considered technology they couldn't understand to be either magic or some kind of trick. She couldn't exactly just show it off without some kind of visible injury to heal though, so for the moment she held her tongue. "While you should not be too quick to disregard this technology, I understand your desire to continue practising your own methods. After all, only a host or ex-host can utilise this device. Still, i look forward to demonstrating its effectiveness to you." With that, she slid off the bed and did up her uniform again. "[i]Thank you. And thank you for your words to Idalia. She can only learn so much from my memories and I fear our isolation among the Tok'ra has denied her valuable experience.[/]" The sharp stabs or irritation her host gave her for that comment were quite unpleasant, but in this case Ariadne believed it worthwhile.
"Seems the Tok'ra and humans share much more in common than they will ever admit." Joseph commented as he placed down the clipboard. His hand rised the vial and his eyes strained into it, partly to see if there was any differences or possibly see the so called Naquada floating among the red, before he labeled it. Then he placed among look like samples from other ship crew's examinations. "I rather see the evidence then take another's word on it, despite my profession. People tend to lie, sickness and injury doesn't."
Joseph's free hand reached for the doorhandle and in a gentleman like fashion, opened it for the Tok'ra. He was still unsure whom was in charge but his manners won't allow him, either way, not to be polite. "I expect you to make regular appointments and if anything feels off, please notify me. I like to be kept up to date with my patient's health no matter how little the symptom is."
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