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I'm Not Lost, I'm...Exploring...Yeah Exploring

Posted June 14, 2022, 5:06 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Lieutenant Cara Esmé O’Farrell (Counselor / Education Specialist) in I’m Not Lost, I’m…Exploring…Yeah Exploring

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in I’m Not Lost, I’m…Exploring…Yeah Exploring

Posted by Lieutenant Cara Esmé O’Farrell (Counselor / Education Specialist) in I’m Not Lost, I’m…Exploring…Yeah Exploring
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She looked up at him with an amused quirked brow, “Believe it or not I’m aware of tha’ bit of psychology.” Then she puffed out a breath, “I’m no sure it’s necessary, but I would really like ta talk to her. She may not know anything but she and her child may still be at risk anyway.” It was good compromise, what he was suggesting. “The problem with movin’ her up is she’s medical, if she’s a month or more out she’ll be suspicious. There are too many people on this ship to be able to move someone up that far. And she’ll know to get move up tha’ fast, somethin’ is wrong.” There was also the possibility she was aware and a part of it. Slim but always a possibility they couldn’t discard till they knew for sure. She reached over to the screen and tapped at it and then grinned. “She’s due for her eval in three weeks.” Then she checked the current update for medical. =/\=O’Farrell to Shan. Yvonne I’ve got open time in an hour, there are a couple of medical ensigns due for their evals in a couple weeks. Sickbay is slow today, let’s get them today.=/\= =/\=Sure thing Lt. Should I tell Royo you need an escort in half an hour?=/\= Cara grinned, she just couldn’t find the energy to be mad, =/\=No, you do not. Leave that poor lad alone ta-day.=/\=

“I should be done before you send anyone for Greenlee.”

O’Farrell, CNS

Mardusk nodded and stood up and went to a wall panel. He looked at an optical reader and the panel slid open. Hios massive frame blocked the way, but when he turned he had a Type-1 phaser in his hand. “Here. This is your ‘just in case’. I’ll make sure the system knows you are authorized to carry it.”

Mardusk

“Aww no hand-ta-hand practice, then?,” she shrugged, but it carried a weight of seriousness to it. Cara took the phaser, checked it for charge and to make sure it was locked and wouldn’t accidently discharge before slipping it securely under her belt. She stood up and walked over to him, “I’ll be careful.” She kissed his cheek and walked out the door, knowing her faithful shadow would be waiting, as always. “Aye! Royo! Come on lad, ya gonna go flirt with Yvonne for a spell.”

An hour and half later, Cara was waiting in her office, Royo alternating walking deck 11 and flirting with Yvonne. It had been rather comical at first, the poor lad being put on the spot was fumbling it all, but now he’d gotten into it. The chime rang and Cara got up to answer the door, “En Greenlee. I appreciate ya comin’ in taday. I was assured sickbay was slow. Please come in and have a seat.”

O’Farrell, CNS

The woman entered as directed and sat down. “Of course, Lieutenant. I have to say I am a bit confused. I know I am up to date on my evaluations, and nothing has happened that would trigger a mandatory review. Has something happened, ma’am?” she asked sincerely and with more than a bit of trepidation.

Greenlee

Cara blinked, that was okay she could work with this, “Oh my dear, have ye had an evaluation recently, then? Do ye recall when that was?” She sighed and plopped down into a chair. “I am so sorry ensign. My files say yer due in three weeks. Wit the last two counselors leavin’ so quickly I am tryin’ tae play catch-up and get a little ahead. We were light on appointments tae-day.”

She turned in her chair and pulled a PaDD from the top of the desk and tapped on it a moment and then shook her head looking frustrated and very apologetic, “I’m no showin’ any evals for ye since last year. Everythin’ is just a mess.”

O’Farrell

Bump

“Oh, I’m sure this can be straightened out. Hang on, I have my calendar right here.” and she pulled a mini-PaDD from her pocket and tapped on the screen. “Yes, right here. My last evaluation was four months ago.” She turned the PaDD and handed it to the Counselor so she could see the stardate and that, in fact, she had had an eval done.

Greenlee

Nae that wasna goin’ cut it. Cara double checked her calendar and records, even though she’d checked it several times before Greenlee arrived. Greenlee didn’t want to be there. In fact she seemed anxious to Cara, and though that was pretty typical as a medical officer she expected a little more professional understanding that it had to be done. “Your last yearly eval was on stardate 239703.07 and your next was on the calendar for two weeks from now on 2369803.09.” Cara tapped and checked the computer one more time, there was no record of an appt 4 months prior. There was a note however. “I donna have a record of any appt four months ago. I do have a note statin’ that you requested an appt but never came. For yer yearly eval tae be moved up four months, somethin’ must have happened to require it. So why donna ya tell me what that was and then we’ll see how yer doin’ with it.”

O’Farrell

bump

Greenlee shrugged slightly and said “I did request the appointment, yes. But not for a yearly evaluation. I was concerned about some reservations I had been having regarding my posting on the Atlantis. But in the intervening time frame, those have been resolved.”

Her voice was calm, measured, and somewhat… formal. Maybe even rehearsed? It was hard to tell.

Greenlee

Uh-huh…”So ye are due yer evaluation den. So let’s get started. Those reservations resolved, but did they resolve in a manner yer satisfied with?” The woman knew something. Whether it had to do with her husband was currently unclear, but she had a secret. “Is Atlantis the type of ship ye always wanted te serve on?”

O’Farrell

Greenlee thought for a moment and then said “To answer your first question, yes. And to the second… I think so? I mean, I wouldn’t have pushed for a ship of this size, but my husband pointed out all the perks that come with assignment and I must admit… he was very persuasive.” and she smiled slightly even as her spine went slightly more rigid.

Greenlee

Well that was telling, “It’s always nice ta have some one else’s perspective.” Cara made a show of glancing at her computer screen. “I see here he and your child are on board with ye. How do they like Atlantis?”

O’Farrell

“They love it. My husband and I were concerned with the quality of the education he, our son, would receive on a starship. But we have been very impressed with the school. The Captain did a wonderful job in pushing for quality educators.”

Greenlee

Cara nodded, “That she has. It’s important that we provide the best for everyone on board, not just the Fleet folks. How are ye adjustin’ tae the size? Ye said you wouldna picked it. I know I am havin’ a hard time with it. I get lost quite a bit.”

“Oh, it was intimidating at first. BUt once you get the color codes down, it makes it easier.” and she smiled slightly.

“Well that gives me hope. I keep thinkin’ I have the color codes down, but next thing I know, I’m all twisted round again.” Cara sipped her tea, “I may just have ta go wanderin’ and explore. See if I can figure it out.”

“Is your position here helping you work toward your professional goals?”

O’Farrell

“Oh indeed!” she said a bit more animatedly. “I have access to top of the line equipment and tools, and the ability of the ship to take on mission modules makes for a very exciting and interesting assignment.” Greenlee seemed to relax, even if it was just slightly.

Greenlee

Cara noticed her relaxing. Most people found talking about work more stressful because they worried they were being evaluated. They found family and home life easier, less expectations, unless something was wrong at home. And that wrong was necessarily dangerous, it could be an argument or disagreement or a challenge they were having trouble overcoming. Cara decided to follow where Greenlee led, for the moment. “What interestin’ and excitin’ assignments are ye workin’ on now?”

O’Farrell

Greenlee paused for a moment and said “Well, I am part of a team that is working on a new calibration sequencer for deflector dishes. And I am also the newly assigned team lead for the Quality Assurance group, First Shift. That means no more late night shifts, which is great.” This time, Greenlee actually smiled slightly, and it didn’t seem forced.

Greenlee

The conversation went back and forth like that. Discussion about work pulled out a very passionate and animated individual who was very friendly. Any mention of her family made Greenlee guarded. She was a doting and loving mother, but mentions of her husband continued to bring at that stiff backed, reserved and ‘stay out of my business’ attitude with answers that were very carefully weighed and thought out. At the end of the hour Cara thanked her for coming in and being willing to get her eval out of the way and good luck on the calibration sequencer project.

Cara waited 15 minutes to make sure Greenlee was headed back to her shift. Then she left her office, her ever present shadow, Royo, in step beside her, and went back to the security office on deck 14. Cara smirked slightly. Now if she could just remember how to get there from this lift without Royo having to help, it would be a good day.

O’Farrell

“Two intersections down and on the left, Lieutenant.” Royo said as she paused.

Cara would have laughed if everything else wasn’t so serious. “Give up on lettin’ me try, Royo?” She didn’t even attempt to say she knew where she was. Royo would just give her that look like he was indulging a small child. She turned into the familiar door and didn’t even get to pause at the desk.

The Lieutenant on duty in the Security Center looked up as the door slid open. “Chief’s inside.” and she jerked a thumb towards the office door.

Mardusk, CoS

Again with the pointed out directions. Cara was pretty sure there was a betting pool going on concerning her and her horrible sense of direction. “Thank you, Lt.” Cara moved past and to the officer door and through it when it opened. Her eyes scanned the office to make sure he was the only one in there. “You ready?” Such a simple question, that could mean so many things.

O’Farrell

Mardusk looked up and scowled his ‘This smells like a trap.’ scowl. “I dunno… am I?” he asked warily.

Mardusk, CoS

Cara gave him a good once over at the tone. “Easy there, Malachite, I’m no messin’ with ya.” When she’d left earlier she was in regular clothes, but now she was in her uniform, having changed for her appointment with Greenly’s wife. She reached inside the belt and pulled out the type 1 phaser he’d given her before she left and set it on his desk. “Didna need it.” She sat in the chair opposite him, “Ya ready ta question that sick pup? His wife is terrified of him. Afraid ta talk about him or their family, and equally afraid ta go against anythin’ he says. She’s afraid of what he’s capable of, but I doubt she knows what he’s done. Though if you confronted her with the evidence she’d believe it. Though she’d be too afraid ta say anythin’. Were ye able ta get engineerin’ ta help set up the door malfunction?”

O’Farrell

Mardusk nodded and said “Yeah, it’s done. So… you gonna be here for it? Might do her some good to have a friendly face and such.”

Mardusk, CoS


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