From: V. Rahul Chandra (vrccan_at_gmail.com)
Date: Sun Jan 27 2008 - 08:02:31 PST
======= “Respite and Work” Con’t from Kim’s <GATEWAY> “What’s a Mani-Pedi?” ======= Location: GS-2 Stardate: 2424 [2.8] 0122.1241 Scene: Sickbay The sharp and loud sound of a piece of metal being kicked down the corridor drew Jeff’s attention, causing him to put down his PADD and look up through the glass partition that separated the sickbay duty office from the main area of the large infirmary. Not immediately seeing anyone, he got up and walked out of his office, finally spotting someone bending down to pick up a tricorder. “Can I help you sir?” Jeff asked, not immediately recognizing the individual. “Are you Dr. Jeffrey Gorman?” the man asked, walking up to him. “Yes sir,” Jeff answered. “Captain Ben Kenta,” was the reply, as Kenta stuck out his hand for Gorman to shake. “Nice to meet you sir,” Jeff said, returning the handshake before taking the tricorder from the other man. “Sorry, I guess someone was a bit careless.” He put the tricorder on a nearby tray before turning and heading back to his office, sitting down and gesturing for the Captain to take the seat opposite. “How can I help you sir?” Jeff asked. “I’m the Commanding Officer of the USS PATRIOT,” Ben answered. “We were heading up the initial fleet that responded to the Dominion attack.” “Right,” Jeff said, with a nod of his head. He didn’t venture anything else, figuring that Kenta wasn’t finished. “It looks like we’re going to be involved in the war effort for awhile,” Kenta said. “And our ship is in need of an Executive Officer. The main problem however, is that with Starfleet scrambling to find forces to commit to this sector, there appears to be a shortage of senior officers to fill the roll.” “I can imagine,” Gorman answered, not sure if he was fond of the direction the conversation was going. “Well, I was given permission to recruit one of the GATEWAY senior officers for the task,” Kenta said, looking down at the PADD. “And I’ve decided that you would be the best person for the job.” Jeff blinked, having seen it coming. “How long would this be for?” he asked. “Initially it would be a temporary assignment,” Kenta explained. “For the duration of the PATRIOT’s service in the war. If your performance is satisfactory and you’d like to keep the position, then I would have to contact Starfleet Command and arrange it.” “I see,” Jeff said, thinking it over. “Are we going to be on the front lines until the end of the war?” “Probably not,” Kenta said. “The PATRIOT has some other fish to fry, but I’d guess we’ll be in and out of the front lines quite a few times.” Jeff nodded his understanding. “Do I have a choice in accepting?” he asked. Kenta smiled faintly. “Not really,” he answered. “You might be able to come back here once we get someone else, but at the moment the PATRIOT’s in need of an ExO and you’re one of the few with enough experience to fill that role.” Jeff nodded again. “Okay,” he said. “When do I report in?” “Tomorrow morning,” Kenta said, struggling somewhat to his feet with a look of strain on his face. “Are you okay sir?” Jeff asked with concern, coming around his desk to assist the PATRIOT’s CO. “I’m fine Commander,” Kenta said, waving him off. “Just a little tired. In any case, don’t forget to report to the PATRIOT tomorrow morning as we’re due to shove off for our next assignment very soon.” “Aye sir,” Jeff said, waiting and watching as Kenta slowly made his way out of the office. A few moments later, a loud beeping from his terminal drew the doctor’s attention and resumed sitting down at his desk, entering his access code in order to get the message. He listened to the complete message from Kat twice (NRPG: reference “A letter”, written by Joy January 9th) before leaning back in his chair and wondering how he was going to explain the most recent turn of events. “Computer,” he said finally. “Record message” “Heya Kitten,” he said, putting on a smile as the message started to record. “First thing’s first, I’m fine and sickbay actually survived the battle pretty well. Apparently, Jem’Hadar soldiers are easier to deal with than giant turkeys.” He then frowned slightly, still having no clue how to phrase the next part. Finally, he shrugged and decided to just plough through. “It looks like I’ve been given a non-negotiable transfer,” he said. “I’m to assume temporary duties as Executive Officer of the PATRIOT from tomorrow morning until the end of the PATRIOT’s presence in the theatre of war. Depending on how things shake out, they might even extend my duty for a longer time than that.” He sighed. “It looks like we’re both going to be apart for the duration of this war at least, although hopefully we’ll get a few chances to meet when our ships are both docked at GATEWAY. I hope you being on the MCINNIS will give Xana some of the support she needs and I hope I get a chance to see you and the children very soon.” A noise from the corridor temporarily drew his attention. Anticipating that his services were about to be needed, Jeff turned back to the screen with an apologetic look. “I have to go now, but I’ll try to contact you again before the PATRIOT starts her mission. I love you and the children very much.” “Computer, end message and send to the desk of Commander Katlina Gorman, Executive Officer, USS MCINNIS.” As the computer issued its beep of acknowledgement, Jeff got up and walked out into his sickbay, a look of surprise crossing his face when he saw who it was. “What happened to you?” he asked, walking up to where Daniel was seated on the biobed and looking at him with a look somewhere between surprise and amusement on his face. “It’s a long story,” Daniel replied with a sigh, his voice distorted because of the injury to his nasal passage. “I see,” Jeff said. “Well, it looks like nothing we can’t handle, but I’ll run a scan just to be sure.” He grabbed a tricorder from a nearby tray and started scanning. “So,” Jeff said, directing his voice at the woman that was with Daniel. “I don’t believe we’ve met.” “Jeff, this is Catherine, my wife,” Daniel made the introductions. “Catherine, this is Jeff, my former roommate when I was at the academy.” “Pleased to finally meet you,” Jeff said with a smile, putting down the tricorder and holding out his hand. “Likewise,” Catherine replied, shyly taking his hand and shaking it. “Well,” Jeff said, putting the tricorder down and picking up another instrument. “I actually have news that is pertinent to you both.” “Oh?” Catherine asked. “And what might that be?” “It looks like I’ve just been assigned to the XO slot on your ship for the duration of the war,” Jeff said, putting down the instrument and motioning to Daniel that he could get off the biobed. “And that’s not all – it looks like we’re leaving tomorrow morning.” ============ NRPG: Well, that one was interesting! I just kept on collecting different things I had to reply to and that eventually resolved itself into this post. In any case, I think I got everything that I needed to touch on; if I missed something, feel free to drop me a line and I’ll get to it in my next post. Erik -> Hope the additions I made to the post put it in line with your comments from the NRPG. Joy -> How was that? Hopefully I did some justice to your initial post, and we need to chat about the future at some point on MSN. PATRIOT crew -> We actually are shoving off, though probably not tomorrow morning! I’ll be putting a post together in the next 2-3 days or so and that post will be the opener for our new mission. We’ll be on the mission for about a month’s time and it will relate in some fashion to the war we’ve got going on right now. So, if you’ve got something pressing to get to in R&R, now would be the time. ============ Rahul Chandra <vrccan_at_gmail.com> Playing… Lieutenant Commander Jeffrey Gorman, MD Executive Officer USS PATRIOT & Major Daniel Clarkson, MD Marine Executive Officer USS PATRIOT No virus found in this outgoing message. Checked by AVG Free Edition. Version: 7.5.516 / Virus Database: 269.19.12/1245 - Release Date: 26/01/2008 3:45 PM From HyperNews_at_youth.net
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