Storrok entered sickbay visually scanning around observing the room, he notices it appears very clean, modern and up to date, putting the facilities at the academy to shame, although it does feel very quiet. “Probably because we are still at the station” he mutters to himself.

 

Nancy had been in her office, signing off on the various requisitions and deliveries that always multiplied when they were at the station, when a ping alerted her to someone entering medbay.  The doors were on passive scan with the med-suite holograms set to pop up if there was an emergency, or just an injury, but it would have also sent readings directly to her PaDD if that was the case.  That meant it was crew just dropping in, which meant there was no need to drop everything and dash out there.

 

After scrawling a last signature, she headed out, and at spotting pointed ears, recalled that among the ‘paperwork’ was notice of medical records for a cadet due to join the crew.  “Hello,” she greeted. “I’m Dr. Gable, and I assume you’re our new cadet.”

 

“Good…” Storrok pauses for a moment to think, “Afternoon? Doctor. Yes Cadet Storrok reporting for checkup. I assume the Academy transferred my records successfully?”

 

“They did,” she replied with a nod.  “But I’ve only had a chance to scan through them briefly.  So take a seat,” she waved toward a biobed, “and while I get the standard check-in exam set up, tell me if you have any particular medical issues or concerns I should focus on.”

 

“Nothing I am aware of at the moment, my mothers side of the family does have a history of eyesight deteriorating over time so I do have my sight checked fairly regularly. But so far all has been good for me.” Storrok replies with a neutral tone throughout.

 

The doctor tapped settings in for the scan, glancing up she lifted a brow. “Would that be the vulcan or human side of your mother’s family?  The conditions leading to ocular deterioration are different depending on species.”

 

With a little bit of a sigh Storrok replies “The Human side” putting a little too much emphasis onto the word Human.

 

Catching the tone, Gable compressed her lips. At least you don’t have a Klingon side… She didn’t voice the thought.Besides, she of all people knew that mixed heritage could provide unexpected immunity. “Regular check-ups are good precaution, but you probably don’t have much to worry about.  Vulcan genes tend to dominate, and even where they don’t,  there’s such a thing as ‘hybrid vigor’ – as much as a multispecies heritage makes some diagnostics difficult, more often than not it works against inherited weakness.”

 

“Regular check ups is the logical precaution, a couple of my uncles have…” Storrok clicks his fingers trying to remember the name of the condition, ”… I think it was Retinitis something, or other, though they have since been treated for it.”

 

“Retinitis pigmentosa,” Gable supplied. “Hybrid genetics will mess up the genetic screening there.” A check of his records showed that genetic screening had been done as part of Academy admission, but the results were inconclusive.  Not surprising – there were a dozen variants of the condition with 100s of different genes associated with the various forms. Add in the uncertainty in genetic screening for anything in a hybrid and ‘inconclusive’ was the best outcome you could hope for. She picked up a medscanner and passed it around his head, taking finer readings than the biobed allowed. “But the early signs are easy to detect, and at present your photoreceptors show no abnormalities.”

 

“Thank you doctor, is there anything else?” Storrok asked.

 

“No, you are fit for duty,” she replied, scrawling a signature to sign off on the exam. “Welcome aboard.”