Did Someone Order a Doctor?

Posted on Wed Jan 29, 2020 @ 9:05pm by Lieutenant Calista Aereen MD & Commodore Michael Aravan

Mission: The Nanjing
Location: USS Triumphant
Timeline: MD 2 || 1400 Hours

It had been a long trip and more than a little dangerous for the small escort. However, small didn't mean defenseless and the Wall Street soon emerged from The Badlands. When they were in range, the commander hailed the Triumphant and received a response.

"Pull along to port and lower your shields," came the response.

"Bridge to Lieutenant Aereen, report to the transporter room," came the Commander's voice to where the Chief Medical Officer was.

Aereenm confirmed the message and headed to the transporter, a duffle bag over her shoulder. The remainder of her personal items packed into a single crate that would be beamed over as well.

She entered the transporter room and nodded to the operator as she moved onto the pad. "Whenever you're ready." She said with a smile and a moment later she was standing in a similar room on her new ship.

"Welcome aboard Doctor." The Bajoran operator said with a smile, "The Commodore has asked to see you as soon as you're aboard."

"Thank you Petty Officer, please ensure the crate of mine is beamed over from the Wall Street as well." Callista said.

"Already done, it's in cargo bay four, and the quartermasters already on having it moved to your quarters." He replied.

"Thank you," she said with a smile. She made her way quickly to the nearest turbolift and ordered it to the bridge, where the computer confirmed the Commodore was presently. Stepping out onto the bridge she made her way to the centre seat. "Did someone order a Doctor?"

Michael stood up as the young officer approached him and raised an eyebrow. "Orders, Lieutenant?" he asked as he waited for her to give him the PADD that officers always carried with their new assignments and authorizations.

She handed him the PADD. "Admiral Breckenridge assigned me, apparently you're in need of a new CMO."

"I am?" Michael asked and raised an eyebrow as he accepted the PADD and looked over it, then sighed. "Follow me, please." He turned and headed to his Ready Room to the right of the bridge.

She nodded and followed him into the ready room.

The Ready Room was a spacious space with a black surfaced conference table with twelve faux leather padded chairs with PADDs in front of each chair. The walls were covered in shelves, each one holding a different type of Bonsai tree, and a coffee maker that gave off a wonderful smell rested on a small stand off to the right of the head of the table where the Commodore headed.

"Would you care for a drink before we start?" Michael asked her.

"Cold brew coffee please, black." She said with a nod.

He went to the replicator and ordered it for her, then brought it back, wondering why anyone would want replicated coffee when he had fresh on offer. He sat down at the head of the table and gestured towards one of the chairs. "Have a seat, Lieutenant," he said.

She nodded and took the seat, slightly apprehensive. She had assumed the Commodore had been expecting her, requesting the transfer if not requesting her personally but she was starting to suspect he hadn't.

"Tell me a little about yourself, Lieutenant," Michael said as he ran a hand over the table and the surface lit up in a large LCARS and he pulled her record up.

"Professional. Infectious disease speciality, and serving in Starfleet I more than know my way around an OR. Last posting was the Hephaestus, and the Tro'jor and Vauxhall." She said, "Personally like I cold a gin-tonic or a good glass of wine, a good book, and I've recently picked up base-jumping as a new hobby." She said taking a sip of her coffee.

"Why Medical and not some other department?" Michael asked.

"Parents were doctors, they always instilled in us, my sister and I, that we were expected to serve and give back. We both ended up in Starfleet. As for why medical, family business I guess. Plus, you don't want me anywhere near engineering trying to fix stuff, and shooting and ships was never my thing." The Trill replied.

"I see," he said. "I cut my teeth in Security and Tactical before I moved to Command. It was an interesting experience and I'm sure that you harbor some grudge against both departments for sending so many wounded your way from time to time."

"True, but they also do a pretty good job of keeping me and my staff in one piece so I let it slide." She said. taking another sip of coffee. "It looks like the ship has taken damage recently, I assume sickbay is handling things adequately."

"We've just had a refit and now have regenerative Ablative Armor on the hull," Michael said as he got himself a cup of fresh coffee. He pulled up the Medical department's two decks on the LCARS table and pointed at Main Sickbay, which caused it to enlarge. "You're going to have two hundred personnel under your direct command, Lieutenant. This area is one fraction of your overall department. Are you ready for it?"

"Of course Sir. My last posting was aboard an Ascension-class, also rather large." She replied.

The Commodore looked offended at her comparing the Ascension class to the Odyssey class. "I'm certain that while the Ascension class had some merits, the full capability of what the Medical department can do compares more to Starfleet Medical on Earth."

"Yes Sir, I don't foresee any issues." She replied.

Either the young officer was very cocky, or the magnitude of her assignment hadn't settled in yet. "Good," he said. "Do you have any questions for me?"

"It looks like the ship took some damage recently, unfortunately the Admiral didn't share any details as to what the Triumphant's current mission is. Anything I need to know." She asked, finishing the last of her coffee.

"That's just from The Badlands," he said. "As for our current mission, we were sent out here because a Borg cube was spotted. However, when we got here, it was inactive and most of the Delta Quadrant materials were stripped from it and all the drones were dead."

"The Borg, joyous, I assume I don't have any half assimilated crew mates to treat?" She asked.

"Not at the moment and let's hope it stays that way."

"Let's hope." She said rising to her feet, "If there's nothing else I'd like to get to work, I'll have a status report to you by the end of the day."

"Dismissed," Michael said as he entered her information and access in the computer. "And welcome to the Triumphant."

She nodded, quickly swinging by the replicator to recycle her glass.