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After Math of MPARs

Posted Feb. 16, 2021, 3:07 p.m. by Lazol (Chief Science Officer) (Brian Richards)

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in After Math of MPARs
Casela turned down the back corridor from the conference room and to the rear turbolift taking it down to the counseling deck. She walked in and Dean shook his head, “You’re not in the brig! Hey that’s pretty good.” She shook her head “I want a meeting, 3 hours, the whole staff. Ziecest should be up by then. Cancel my appointments, I’ll be doing....paperwork, the rest of the day.” She stepped into her office as Dean’s laughter sounded through the door. She was sure her admin thought it was hilarious she was in trouble for missing paperwork. Paperwork was his life, he loved it.

“Computer, pull up recordings for stardates 239608.12, 239609.14, 239610.8, 239611.11, and 239612.15 from the captain’s ready room. Translate recording to text and display on screen.” Then on a PaDD Casela pulled up the morale report form and transferred the necessary information from the transcripts to the forms. Then she went about the process of completing the forms in a concise and complete manor. This took a couple of hours of work. But as she had told Ryder, she’d discussed morale on many occasions with Cobb, and so for her it was simply a matter of going back over her conversations with Cobb.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS

Lazol had put up with Ryder’s ‘meeting’ and wanted to vent. He also wanted to understand what the issue was with all of these ‘problems’ that were identified in his department. Numbers were up, profits were up, injuries were.....not skyrocketing....., there were gains being made scientifically in nearly every field, but he was still called to be hemmed in and his departmental expansion curbed. He strolled out of the XO’s office with the false grin still plastered to his face as he approached the turbolift. As soon as the doors closed he scrubbed that smile off of his face and a familiar scowl appeared in it’s place, seeming to be more heightened than ever before. “Counseling deck” He said with no hint that his irritation was going to subside any time soon as he exited the lift and stormed towards the lobby where he saw Dean and said, “I need a meeting with Lieutenant Synthi-er. Now!” He barked making his way past the man and into her office.

“Counselor I need your expertise and I have just spent the last however long being told that I can’t do my job and that I’m unable to follow rules and regulations when I am clearly making drastic strides in scientific progress and ensuring that decades of understanding of these anomalies will be logged and understood and the work we are doing will no doubt save countless lives, but yet I use one ensign to get me some nectar, which might I remind you that you told me was useful, and I’m told that I could be removed from my position!” Lazol steamed. “Now of course he was ‘nice enough’ to give me a warning but no no, I’ve been around the galaxy enough to know that there’s a target on my back. I know well enough how these things go down.” He said fuming “They want me to slip up again don’t they? That XO of yours wants me to feel comfortable before he pulls the rug out from underneath me.” He said as the casual observer might be able to see the steam rising from his lobes, “I am honestly trying to do good here! Why can’t they see that?”

Lazol, CSO


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