So... Here I Am

Posted on 07/01/2020 @ 11:15pm by Captain Cian D'Anvers
Edited on on 07/05/2020 @ 3:23pm

Mission: S2E1: The Skunil Incident
Location: Captain's Ready Room, Deck 1
Timeline: Day 5 at 0800

Well, at least he hadn't had to get on a shuttle this time.

Dr. Chester O'Hamlin strolled casually through the halls of the Crazy Horse, PADD in hand. The PADD, of course, contained his new orders. What else would they contain? His grandmother's secret cookie recipe?

Never mind that. What mattered was that this time, he was in charge of Sick Bay. All the reports would be his. He'd be the envy of all the clerics in all the worlds in all the universe!

That thought made him grin.

He strolled onto the bridge and gave a nod to whoever was in the center chair, then proceeded to the Captain's ready room, which is where the computer had informed him he would find the Captain. Without a word to anyone, he pressed his thumb to the chime.

[Captain's Ready Room]

Cian was doing what Cian always seemed to be doing lately; arguing with human resources. "How about," he growled to the unapologetic visage filling the screen before him, "I just line the crew up on the flight deck and you can come take whomever you want? Get it all over with at once?"

The recipient of his (justifiable) outrage took on a patronizing tone. "Now Commander, its not that bad. Ensign LeBlanc ..."

"... is just the latest in a series of thefts. You took my Chief Medical Officer," Cian ground out.

"That was a necessary step, Commander. You've seen the reports. And there is another, better placement en route. I promise you that we're just about through the worst of this."

"We'd better be," Cian said. "My ship has work to do and I can't do it without a competent crew." He looked up as the chime sounded indicating a temporary reprieve for the individual from human resources. "We'll talk again soon," he said.

"I can't wait, Commander." The connection terminated with a severity that almost indicated displeasure.

Cian glared at the door and took a calming breath. No need to push this onto whomever needed to see him ... unless it was someone from human resources. He got up and busied himself ordering a cup of tea as he called out, "Enter."

The doors parted to reveal the dark skinned man looking dour as always. He wasn't dour, though. On the contrary, he was actually quite cheerful. He simply had a serious case of resting bitchface. "Captain," he said by way of greeting as he stepped into the room. "Doctor Chester O'Hamlin reporting for duty as ordered." And he held out the PADD in the Captain's general direction.

Cian set his teacup on the desk and gestured for the man to approach, taking the PADD when he was in range. "Dr O'Hamlin," he said as he scanned the man's orders and then returned the PADD. "Please, have a seat. I won't keep you long, I'm sure that you're interested in getting settled."

"Is anyone in Starfleet ever really settled?" replied Chet as he pretended to carefully consider the two chairs opposite the Captain's one behind his desk. "We can unpack and put out pictures and all the rest, but," he sat in one chair, shook his head and switched to the other, "we have to be ready to pack up again in a few months. Sometimes, we may get years, but eventually, we get moved again."

"An interesting philosophy, Doctor," Cian said as he leaned back in his seat. "I'm of the mind that it takes time to build a crew that works well together. Sudden and frequent shifts in personnel thwart that effort." He offered up a wry grin backed by a twinkle in the depths of his eyes. "Or at least that's been my argument with human resources. At any rate, you're replacing Lieutenant S'Lace who was, shall we say, not the most approachable member of my senior staff."

“And unfortunately, being a doctor don’t help,” joked Chet. “People tend to shy away from doctors. Unless they’re sick or injured, or course.”

"Try being the Captain," Cian joked back. "We're due to depart in less than twenty-four hours so you have that much time to get organized. Any questions I can answer?"

"None that I can think of," answered Chet. "Unless you would care to discuss existentialism, that is."

"Perhaps," Cian said, his mouth quirking upward into a wry grin, "at some other date. Well, in that case, welcome aboard the Crazy Horse, Dr. Hamlin. You are dismissed."

"Thank you, sir," replied Chet, standing. "I look forward to serving with you."

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Commander Cian D'Anvers
Commanding Officer
USS Crazy Horse

and

Dr. Chester "Chet" O'Hamlin
Chief Medical Officer
USS Crazy Horse