Lt. Cmdr. Jansen Orrey: Drinks between friends

[Jansen Orrey]

((Medical and Science Laboratory, Deck 2, USS Independence-B))

Orrey: Computer begin recording. 

He waited for the beep of acknowledgement and then continued in silence for a moment on how to begin. While cleaning up the lab from all the enhancements that had been made.

Orrey: Personal log…Stardate 240209.16….well…Happy Birthday to me I suppose. ::chuckling:: Realistically though, and more importantly, the mission has begun successfully. ::wryly:: Of course they all start successfully don’t they? 

Jansen recycled the last of the used supplies into the replicator and then began to order up the replacements to replenish.

Orrey: They all took the enhancements to blend in well. Shouldn’t be any rejections…not that we didn’t test beforehand but you never know what stress can do to the body.

He instinctively raised his left leg to stretch out the growing tightness of his damaged leg.

Orrey: My ::musing silently:: apprentice is doing well.. ::laughing:: Oh I doubt Ikaia would care much, but we can’t let him hear that can we? I know he has done a lot in his career but the continued steering of him in his education is slower than he would like. But all of us went through that. Residency rotations are always….::tactful:: eventful. 

The medical stash was refilled with the replenishments. Jansen considered what was going on on the surface and started to replicate spares and extras. Just in case things got…eventful as they often did. He moved around setting up the biobeds and stasis fields incase they would be needed for overflow from sickbay. There wasn’t a lot of room on an Defiant so they had to make use of all they had.

Orrey: I think thats enough of a reflection for now. Perhaps we should head up to the bridge and see if Wil has gone stir crazy yet.

((Bridge, Deck 1, USS Independence-B))

Jansen turned sideways and slipped through the door to the bridge so as to not spill the pair of drinks. As he approached the console horseshoe he nodded his head at the science duty officer and settled in the vacant chair that put him even with the captain’s chair. He turned toward the forward viewscreen and handed one of the tall glasses over to his friend seated up on his little dias.

Orrey: Iced tea. Bit of lemon on top if you want it.

Ukinix: Response?

Jansen nodded toward the swirling planet below.

Orrey: All good so far then?

Ukinix: Response?

The doctor took a sip of the tea enjoying the cool sweetness before sitting back and looking out the viewscreen with a smile. The sea of stars with the islands of the Hovans and Uwezo buoyed up in the great crystal dotted shroud that was their home.

Orrey: Just where we belong eh?

Ukinix: Response?

TAGS/TBC

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Lieutenant Commander Jansen Orrey M.D., M.Sc.

Chief Medical Officer

Amity Outpost

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