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Side sim: Primary Medical Suite

Posted July 2, 2022, 10:43 p.m. by Commander Brad Walker (Chief Of Staff/Second Officer) (Brandon Irvine)

Posted by Captain Willow Taylor (Commanding Officer) in Side sim: Primary Medical Suite

Posted by Commander Brad Walker (Chief Of Staff/Second Officer) in Side sim: Primary Medical Suite

Once she arrived on the deck she stormed to Brad’s office and didn’t so much as pause to let the computer announce her entry.

“Are you kidding me!!!” She flared.

Willow Taylor
CO

“Good morning, sunshine,” Brad said cheerfully, as if he also hadn’t been awake at 0130 the night before, and for that matter, hadn’t been in his own office for two hours already.

Her mouth opened and closed, her arms waving. She looked at the steaming mug and felt herself deflate slightly. “Sunshine?!”

He slid a warm mug across his desk to her, then paused as he noticed the slight limp.

“Ankle get caught in the sheets?” he asked.

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Unrepentant Chief of Staff

Glancing down she mouths soundlessly again. “Well…yeah…Don’t change the subject! What the hell were you thinking?! I was supposed to be on the bridge, or the command Center or whatever it’s called on this ship!”

Willow Taylor
War path

“I was thinking you needed to sleep,” Brad said. “You know just as well as I do that most of your time spent in that tacky chair is used to do things you could do just as well, if not better, elsewhere. Hell, outside of giving orders directly related to launching or mission or making any changes, you don’t need to be there at all. You’ve got a whole retinue of junior officers who actually want to spend time pretending to run the ship, it’s not going to kill you to take a little more time for yourself instead of running yourself ragged trying to spend a full eight hours watching Ensigns track stray comets when they’re not playing old Earth computer games on top of the actual administrative work of commanding a ship.”

She shook her head in annoyance and started to speak. But stopped.

He paused, with a little frown. “Honestly, I appreciate feeling the need to prove you deserve this post, but you have to think about yourself too. Command wouldn’t have given you the job if you didn’t deserve it, you have next to nothing to prove to people who by and large have more gold trim on their uniforms than they have functioning neurons in their grey matter.”

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

“I just…” she said, again as if she was running out of steam. “I just…” she puffed a loose strand of hair from her face and whatever she just he wouldn’t know because instead of giving him the rant her sizeable piece of her mind that she had intended to she instead sat down, bringing her ankle up under her to rub at. Her mind whirring with everything, all of the anxiety of her posting, the issues previously with Cai…the issues currently with Cai. The dressing down she had received on their first mission that had ended in a way command had not exactly liked, the destruction of the ship after their cross dimensional journey. And on top of it all, Doug and the death of that shrewd of hope that somehow, some way they would make it work. Reconciling somewhere along the way but now, now she knew better.

The pressure was all so much. As captain there was a professional distance she was supposed to keep, and the situation with her parents and her responsibilities to her brother…she gave a small sigh and wiped away a tear. She wouldn’t cry.

Willow Taylor
Overwhelmed sometimes

“Ah, Hell,” Brad muttered, standing and moving to her side.

She sniffed and swiped at her face again, “I’m sorry…it’s fine…”

“C’mon, let me see that ankle. I had to shake a tail on my way here and saw a half-dozen giggling nurses and junior doctors outside, Gods only know what the rumor mill is going to make of you limping in here ready to tear me a new one.”

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

This caused her to pause, moving her hand so Brad could get access to her ankle. “It’s just twisted, it’s nothing.” Had she noticed giggling? She couldn’t say she had been so focused on getting in here to kill Brad that she hadn’t even given a second look to those she passed in the corridor.

“What are they going to make of it?” She asked him, her green eyes searching his face, employing him to have an answer to a question she wasn’t herself sure of.

Willow Taylor
CO

“Apparently my visit to your quarters was a booty call,” Brad said bluntly. “And the NEs may or may not think we’re into tying each other up.”

His face burned a bright red at that statement.

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

Despite the seriousness of that Willow to laugh. Really laugh, as the tears she had threatened in sadness now fell in mirth. “How on earth did they get that? I mean what were you thinking coming to my quarters in your pyjamas like a rumpled knight in cotton.”

Willow Taylor
CO

“I wasn’t necessarily thinking, but I had been woken from a sound sleep for someone breaking a promise to me,” Brad said with a half-hearted glare as he fought to suppress his flush. “Besides, I think we both have a certain precocious youngling of our acquaintance to blame in part. One of the rumourmongers I overheard swore he’d heard it from a friend, who heard it from another friend, who heard it from ‘the Captain’s son or whatever’.”

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff


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