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Dr. Acula

Posted on 07 Mar 2019 @ 03:42 by Commander Ian Reeves D.Env. & Lieutenant Glori Hawthorn

Mission: Prologue
Location: Captain's Ready Room
Timeline: Mission Day 1 at 0000

That luscious hunk of man who called himself the XO had programmed the computer to remind Glori to check in with the CO every 5 minutes. After 5 or 6 times, she finally gave up and asked the computer where to find him. If she hurried to the Ready Room, she could possibly beat--

"Reminder: The CMO is required to report to the CO immediately," the computer said.

"Acknowledged," Glori muttered in an annoyed tone. She had almost made it.

With the Ready Room a few steps away, she reached out to press the door chime.

"Enter," Ian called, as he sat on the sofa. He placed his mug of tea down on the coffee table and laid the PADD he was going to be working off of on his lap.

"Good day, Captain," Glori said, getting a feel for the place as she sauntered in.

"Hello, Doctor," Ian said, moving the PADD from his lap to the seat next to him. He rose to his feet in order to shake the Lieutenant's hand. He didn't seem to be surprised about her appearance he had looked into her home planet's background when he saw a note in her file. To say that he was intrigued was putting it lightly but he wouldn't prod unless the opportunity came up naturally.

Glori shifted her eyebrow into a measuring stare. "I was told you wanted to see me," she said, the corners of her mouth ticked up like a wolf on the prowl.

Ian looked confused at the statement, "I generally expect every commissioned officer to make themselves known when reporting aboard. It is standard policy at most commands, is it not?" he asked.

"Oh, I suppose." Glori sighed in agreement, her hips swaying as she spoke. "It's just that the ex-oh felt it necessary that I come see you immediately, which made me suspect there was a dire need for it." Her brow raised, striking a seductive expression when coupled with her curled lips. "Do you need a doctor... sir?"

The Commander looked at his new Chief Medical Officer with a hint of disbelief in his expression, "the XO hinted you should come to me immediately because that is protocol, Lieutenant," he said, flatly. "As for a doctor the ship is in need of one, yes. As of now, we're going to be short our second doctor so it'll be you and some corpsman until we managed to gain another medical officer."

"Not a big ship," Glori said, her smirk remaining. "I think I can handle it."

"I'm sure you can," he said. "I am hoping to not have much call for a medical department anyway. After all, we are a science vessel primarily." Ian knew that was a bit naive but he genuinely hoped to be able to find himself in a position for his new found line of work in command as well as his passion for science.

"Oh my darling captain," Glori said in a condescending coo. "Don't you underestimate the death toll of science on me." She winked to accentuate her point. "Unless you're partial to nasty surprises."

"Don't confuse the choice to be optimistic and the recognition of danger, Doctor," he rebutted.

Glori cooed at the man with her lips pressed pertly together. "Hm. And here I was hoping for a little danger. Was there anything you need from me, Captain? Now or later." Her black eyes shone above her smirking mouth.

"A status report on your department's readiness as soon as you can," he said, glancing down at a PADD on his desk where he had a list of things to action before declaring the ship ready for assignment. "I don't think I really have any specific concerns for your department at the moment," he said, looking back up at her. "Is there any questions you have for me?"

Glori smirked again, though it hinted at condescension. "Oh, I can do that now. We're stocked and ready to go. I've just been busying myself adding a little charm. If you want exact numbers on our supply inventory, I can send those over too. Reading my lips just seemed more preferable."

"I don't care for the specifics," he said, dismissively. "Although the executive officer might want it sent to him. Please remember that we are a Starfleet vessel and that some of the ceremony, tradition, courtesies need to be followed. Even if we don't necessarily see the point or agree," he said, sure to make eye contact. "If there's nothing else, you're dismissed."

Glori pursed her lips. "Then I'll await further word. It was a pleasure to meet you... sir." Her black lips curled again as if savoring a treat before showing herself out.


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