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Reporting In

Posted on Fri May 10th, 2013 @ 10:10am by Captain Benjamin Byrne & Lieutenant Rose Cooper

Mission: Klingons on the Starboard Bow
Location: Captain's Ready Room
Timeline: Backpost (Whilst in orbit of Cestus III)

With a couple of quick and certain strides Rose walked into the Captain's ready room. She was used to walking everywhere quickly. It had been rather practical to do so on the Perseverance. The ambassador class vessel had felt huge when Rose first came there, but she had gotten used to it quickly and now the Endeavour almost felt small in comparison. Yet she didn't mind, since she would be the Chief this time and not just the assistant.

"Captain," Rose said with a nod. "Lieutenant Cooper, reporting in."

"Welcome aboard, Doctor," Benjamin responded, turning to nod politely to her. He'd had enough of the formal reporting aboard meetings today to be more than ready to dispense with a few of the formalities, and was standing near the replicator, about to order something. "Can I get you a drink?"

"A raktajino would be nice, please," Rose replied. Changing ships wasn't her favourite thing to do. So many procedures and protocols that all kept her from just going to sickbay and doing her work, but she had resigned to the fact that this was what it was. Though it did make her a little impatient. "My transfer orders," she said and placed them on the Captain's desk.

"One Raktajino and one latte with sugar. Hot." As the two drinks materialised, he took them by the handles of their mugs and moved to pass one over to the doctor, perching himself on the edge of his desk to drink his as he picked up the PADD with the other hand. He paused as he swallowed a mouthful that was a little hotter than he had expected. "I know from your service record that you tend to prefer regimented structure over anarchy," he said, having made note of the rather odd inclusion into a service record when he had been reviewing candidates for the chief medical officer position. "I like to run a tight ship, but I'm by no means the strictest captain you're likely to come across during your career. I encourage my officers to give their opinions without being directly prompted, and I largely allow my senior staff to run their departments as they see fit - within reason. I trust that that won't cause any problems?"

"No Sir, I foresee no problems at all," Rose said. She was a little surprised he brought it up, but wasn't too surprised it was in her file. She knew she did her best work in structured environments. She didn't like chaos, she wanted to know what to focus on and keep her mind on that, in stead of wandering around. "I like to keep sickbay orderly and disciplined, so we're always ready for whatever happens, but as long as everything goes properly I'm not too concerned about how the other departments are run."

"Good," Ben said, with a smile and a nod. "I didn't anticipate any problems, but considering its entry in your service record, I thought I had best mention it." He took another drink of his coffee before carrying on. "Now, the mission that Starfleet is sending us on has the potential to put the crew at risk. I hope that your services won't be needed, but if they are then aside from the usual injuries associated with ship-to-ship combat duty, you can probably expect to see injuries from close-quarters fighting as well. We're going to be putting ourselves in the middle of the Klingons and the Gorn; both of whom favour close quarters and bladed weapons over phasers or disruptors."

"Don't worry Sir, sickbay will be ready." Unlike some medical officers Rose wasn't scared by the prospect of having blade wielding opponents nearby. She trusted both on the skills of the crew as well on her own ability to defend herself, if absolutely necessary. "I'll prepare a couple of specific exercises beforehand, so everyone is up to date again." Sickbay saw the occasional patient with some cuts, mainly engineers, but battle wounds was something completely different. "I'll put a couple of unexpected drills in as well. Not everyone will like me for that, but it will get them prepared," the doctor said with a grin.

Benjamin nodded. "I hope that we won't need your services," he said again. "But it's always best to be prepared where the Klingons and the Gorn are involved. Have you got anything else you'd like to raise with me while we're both here?"

Rose took a sip of her drink while she thought about that question. "Klingons, Gorn, it's all pretty straight forward, really. Well, when it comes to health issues that is. I'm sure that politically it's a lot more difficult. But no, I've got no further issues right now."

Benjamin chuckled. "You have that right," he said. "I won't keep you from getting settled in any longer then," he continued, as he finished his coffee and put the empty mug next to him on the desk. "Most of the crew as far as I'm aware should be up to date on their physicals, but feel free to harangue any who are missing out."

"Oh don't worry. Nobody hides from me, especially not when it comes to check ups," Rose said with a wink. Somehow every ship had a couple of people who weren't too keen on going to sickbay, even if it was for something simple as a medical check up. She then got up and nodded at the Captain. "Thank you for your time Sir."

"Dismissed, Doctor," Ben said, concluding their little meeting.

Captain Benjamin J. Byrne
Commanding Officer


Doctor Rose Cooper
Chief Medical Officer
USS Endeavour


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