New Orders

Posted on Tue Jan 14, 2020 @ 5:34pm by Rear Admiral John Breckenridge & Lieutenant Calista Aereen MD

Mission: The Nanjing
Location: Ops Center
Timeline: MD 1 || 1400 Hours

Admiral John Breckenridge looked at a subspace transmission and wondered if the Triumphant were cursed with the amount of Chief Medical Officers they had gone through. The latest was stepping down and the acting CMO, a reptiloid was reported as traumatizing some of the crew with his carnivorous habits.

Now he had to find another person send and while he perused the list of available officers, he pulled up the Medical capabilities of the Triumphant to butter the proverbial bread with. He waved off a Yeoman that appeared near his left shoulder and stared at the screen for a few minutes before he came to one Lieutenant Calista Aereen, MD. He browsed her record, then gave a nod.

"Get me Lieutenant Aereen up here pronto," he ordered the hovering Yeoman.

"Yes, Sir," the Yeoman said, which was about all any of them said when he told them to do something. The young Benzite promptly exited the Admiral's office only to be replaced by a Tellarite.

In the Ops Center, the Benzite approached the Comms and activated it. "Lieutenant Aereen to the Ops Center. Lieutenant Aereen to the Ops Center."

Calista had been on an extended lay over on DS10. She was also currently without an assignment and was enjoying some of her accrued vacation leave. The order to come to Ops caught her off guard, she tapped her combadge and informed them she was on her way.

Smoothing out the front of her uniform she stepped out of the lift and into Ops. "Doctor Aereen, I was paged."

The Benzite, a Senior Chief by his rank tabs nodded by the spot out of the turbolift. "Right this way, Lieutenant Aereen," he said politely before guiding her through the personnel and consoles in a ring around the center office. He gestured at the door to the Admiral's office at the top of three stairs. "Right that way. Admiral Breckenridge will see you."

'Why does the Admiral want to see me?' She thought as she followed the Senior Chief into the Admiral's office. "Good afternoon Sir, Lieutenant Aereen reporting as ordered."

The silver haired, brown eyed Admiral looked up from an elaborate clock on his desk and gave a nod. "Thank you for being prompt, Lieutenant. Have a seat," he invited her with a gesture at the two deep leather seats in front of his desk.

She nodded and took the offered seat, sitting on the edge. "Of course sir. What can I do for you?"

"I'll cut right to the chase because I'm a busy man and my Exec isn't around at the moment," Breckenridge said as he caught movement from his left and held his left hand out with his thumb extended. The Tellarite pressed a PADD to it that he had been bringing the Admiral and headed off with a Betazoid Yeoman replaced him. "The Triumphant needs you, Lieutenant. Have you heard of her?"

"Odyssey-class, she's been through a lot if I recall correctly." She said. "I was starting to get a bit stir crazy here on the station anyway. Are they do back in port here or am I meeting them somewhere?"

"Ever been through The Badlands on an Aquarius class escort?" He asked her.

"Can't say that I have," She replied, "We did provide aid once to a freighter stranded in the badlands once."

"Then you're in for a treat," The Admiral said as he grabbed a PADD that the Betazoid was in the process of handing him and transferred some information from his console to it, along with the Triumphant's medical capabilities. "Some reason material while you head that way. Report to Ring C, Dock Four and board the Wall Street. She'll take you there."

"Aye Sir." She said accepting the PADD. "I'll pack my bags and head there."

"Dismissed," Breckenridge told her and was already looking towards his Yeoman. "Get me..."

"Yes, Sir," the Betazoid said and turned to head off as well.