Rialia Sinclaire

Rialia Sinclaire - "Tachyphylaxis" In the aft section of the Republic's primary hull, the doors slid open to a small, dark room. As it opened up, the room brightened up with the light of the corridor outside, which framed a dainty, humanoid creature, standing just outside the room. A creature named Rialia Sinclaire. The look of fatigue was set upon her face like an ancient statue. In the peak of her exhaustion, she found herself stumbling into the room, and falling flat, face down on her bed, spreading her arms out—she muffled out, "Commfuuta, wegim persommal rog…" The room responded with two confused beeps. The computer chimed, "Please restate request". Lifting up her head up a moment, tired and frustrated, she restated, "Computer, begin personal log…" Turning over to her side, she grabs a pillow, hugging it, and pauses to think and verbalize her thoughts. "Assistant Medical Officer's personal log, Stardate 072509-- It's seems like almost a month, but it's been a few days since I started my assignment, here…" Rialia flipped over, sitting onto the edge of the bed. She stared at the window out of her quarters, looking at the glowing blue edge of the starboard nacelle. "For a first assignment, I expected to be assigned to something smaller—like training personnel in infection control on some colony in the Badlands. Imagine my surprise when I found out I was assigned to the Republic, a Galaxy-class, making rounds between the Alpha and Gamma quadrants." Continuing to hug the pillow, she gets up, and walks toward the window, staring into the blackness. "Don't get me wrong—I'm happy with this assignment. I just didn't expect to be on a starship with—" She chokes a bit on the next few words, holding her pillow tighter to her chest. "…roughly 800 crewmembers. Some of whom have children." Loosens her arms on the pillow, and looks away from the window. "I never really got the best of grades at the academy. No, in fact my grades were somewhat horrid--and I especially wasn't too keen towards children— I'm not certain if Dr. Weber knew about either of those—before she put me in charge of obstetrics and pediatrics." She pauses briefly, thinking about the last few words she said. "That's…sort of something between you and me, I guess…" Rialia sighs a bit, and then tilts her head, remembering something important. She, drops her pillow on the bed, and walks over to a small black, metallic box set on a side desk beside the bed. The box had a small lock on the front, and a blue handprint on the top. She opens it, and pulls out a hypospray. "I tried not to show it when I was treating Captain Kawalas' daughter. She wasn't as bad as other children I had the 'pleasure' of treating in the past. I could understand crying from pain and injury, but most children are unstable. Emotionally that is. I'm not certain whether it is the green shirt or the tricorder that instills some irrational fear— either way it's rather uncomfortable for me." She puffs her cheeks a little, gets up and walks toward the window again. "…but I think I work well with her—Dr. Weber that is. I'm not certain how she feels about me, but at least we seem to complement each other." She positions the hypospray to the base of neck, and closes her eyes. She pauses momentarily, and then opens her eyes again. "Speaking of which, have you ever noticed how many experienced doctors share that sarcastic, misanthropic sense of humor? It comes in many forms-- McCoy had it. Dr. Weber has it. Even the holographic supplementary doctor they use nowadays, were programmed to have it. It's as if it was something they earned." She begins to pace around, twirling her hypospray playfully. "Truth is, when I'm nervous—I think of Dr. Luhrsen, back home, who has the same type of humor. Sometimes, I feel that part of him reflecting back at me—but I know that's not the case, at least he hoped. He didn't want that, and I'm not sure if I wanted it either." She pauses briefly. "I'm not sure if I've earned mine, but I'm told I adapt quickly-- as long as I take this stuff, maybe I will find out." Rialia clenches her eyes shut, lifts the hypospray up and swiftly injects it into her neck.

You're likely to find the information you need from looking up Star Trek: First Contact. The whole movie could essentially answer your first questions. Earth's first contact with the Vulcans coincided with the development of their first warp drive system at around 2060s. After that, ST: Enterprise could answer a lot of the questions about what happened next. The formation of a new world economy, and a United Earth, practically overnight. There were a few rough patches, I believe.

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Hi all, Rialia Sinclaire reporting! I look forward to simming with you all!