Posted June 25, 2019, 6:33 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Maxwell Wynter (Chief Engineer / 2nd Officer) (David Shotton)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Maxwell Wynter (Chief Engineer / 2nd Officer) in CNS office Which of the four of us needs the counseling more
Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in CNS office Which of the four of us needs the counseling more
Posted by Commander Ardashir “Jack” Creed (Executive Officer / CIO) in CNS office Which of the four of us needs the counseling more
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“I say an hour sir,” Jasmine yelled down the hall after Jack.
“You um have some brown,” Bob reached over and began to rub the tip of Jasmine’s nose with his hand.
“Stop…wait…don’t touch me,” Jasmine batted Bob’s hand away from her nose.
“Max, back me up here. Was she or was she not trying to get in good with the XO,” Bob looked at Max.
Max was about to open his mouth to speak, but his words froze as he glanced at Jasmine.
“Max back me up here,” Jasmine looked at him and opened her eyes wider as if to encourage him to speak. Chirp bump bump smack. Chirp bump bump smack. Chrip bump bump smack echoed in the hall as Max continued to toss the ball across the hall hitting the door chime. The two bounces back after the chirp of hitting its target followed by the smack of it returning to Max’s hand was creating a strange rhythm in the hall.
“And now it starts,” a random table materialized in the center of the hallway a few feet away from Bob, Max, and Jasmine with two holographic people sitting at it. The first voice was soft and low as if they were at a golf event dictating what they were seeing played out before them. Both of them were wearing tailored suits. Both of them were replica’s of Bob’s face with one being older with balding hair and they other a fatter version.
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“Max is in a difficult place here, Tim,” the second voice replied. “He can side with his wife or not. Either way, the pause he is exhibiting is going to cause him issues.”
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“I agree Pat,” the fake holographic nodded in agreement. “Time is of the essence. He needs to respond or this could escalate and I am not sure Max will see it coming later.”
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Lt Jasmine Wynter CMO
“Well you know there was a bit of brown there,” Max sided with Bob. “I mean sure your best friend is the guys girlfriend, but doesn’t that mean you are supposed to give him stick? That all points to a bad case of brown nose, your the doctor though, sweetie, what do I know, I’m just your Husband and a wrench jockey.”
At that moment two security officers walked past Olivia and straight into her office.
“Do you think maybe the new CNS is making an early exit?” Max asked Jaz and Bob. “What’s the bet? Maybe she’s smuggling rare artifacts from the Delta quadrant back to Alpha and she’s been holed up in a siege for this long?”
A few moments later a young security officer is led out of her office. Olivia looked to the group “I’m still unsure what set him off” she took a deep “if you’ll me and please don’t mind the mess we’ll get started.”
Lt. Grace, CNS
Max leaned over to Bob and whispered as he caught the final throw of the ball. “Isn’t the CNS supposed to know what set him off? You think maybe she’s one of those jekyll and hyde types that switch from good counselor to bad counselor? What if she does crazy hypnotherapy and she’s secretly turning all of us on the ship into spies?”
“And here we go,” Jasmine said standing up and brushing the back of her pants off. She held her hand out for Max to take as the trio entered the office. “This should be interesting,” Jasmine whispered into Max’s ear.
“Hello Lt. Grace,” Bob said taking her hand and pumping it almost too enthusiastically. “It is a pleasure.”
“Its something,” Jasmine muttered under her breath taking a seat next to Max on the couch.
Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO
“Who wants coffee? Jaz I know you want coffee. Bob.. never mind, how about you go fetch the coffee, please?” He leaned into Jasmine and placed his arm over her shoulders. It was a cute and affectionate move but also one with a slight protectiveness to it.
Lt Cmdr Wynter, CE
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