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Arrivals: the CMO enters the arena - CO's Ready Room

Posted Sept. 2, 2020, 4:59 a.m. by Captain Aaron Michaels (Commanding Officer) (Katy Darrah)

Posted by Lieutenant Cecil Smyth (Chief Medical Officer) in Arrivals: the CMO enters the arena - CO’s Ready Room

Posted by Captain Aaron Michaels (Commanding Officer) in Arrivals: the CMO enters the arena

Posted by Lieutenant Cecil Smyth (Chief Medical Officer) in Arrivals: the CMO enters the arena
“You’ve assigned me to what?” Cecil muttered, hunched over a PaDD, and absolutely ignoring the pilot who was sending increasingly concerned glances. “Has anyone here tried to not sidestep a physical? What did I even do to—”

They landed.

The doors opened.

Cecil managed to not miss the exit ramp, which was great, actually, as it meant he didn’t need to look upwards. “Schematics, schematics, somewhere, who needs a bowling alley in space? come on. This is cargo bay numb— doesn’t matter. Deck 12? Deck 12.” He hitched his bag higher on one shoulder, flicked back to personnel files, and was off. People could walk around him; he was busy.

CMO Apparent

People did walk around him. Some cast odd glances his way, but no one said anything. It was unusual, but not unheard of, to get characters on the ship. And after the crew’s last adventure, they weren’t concerned.

Random NPCs

Cecil almost went to the Sickbay. He should have, but it almost assuredly empty and his presence would change little. His shoes squeaked on the floor as he rounded a turn at the last moment — they weren’t regulation boots, nothing on his body was, but long travel on transports was absurd enough without being in uniform — and he took a different turbolift. The sense of the matter was that Sickbay itself would solve none of his current problems and it was time for a tour.

A tour of departments and their people and their nonexistent current medical files. Cecil would start from the top of the list.

Deck 1.

He didn’t press the chime to the Ready Room so much as lean into it.

CMO, Here to CMO

Aaron frowned. He wasn’t expecting anyone, and his XO usually just walked in. “Enter!” He called out, hoping it wasn’t some masked gunman ready to shoot him with a phaser or something.

Aaron Michaels, CO


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