Fleet Captain Addison MacKenzie - Let Loose the Dogs

[Addison MacKenzie]

(( Captain's Ready Room - Deck 1, USS Artemis-A ))

If one needed to find the captain during shore leave, it was a good bet you'd find her in the Ready Room. Being the ranking officer in charge of Starfleet operations in the Borderlands, there was rarely an excess of time - always reports to look over, requests to approve, requisition forms to review, personnel transfers to oversee... It was not as glamorous an assignment as the one Starfleet made it seem to be when she'd assumed command of the Artemis, but she was only a captain then. Now, the gold bar that extended under those four pips meant that she was responsible for a lot more oversight.

...And she hated oversight.

One of the beautiful things about being a surgeon was that the task at hand was simple: you were either able to help the patient, or you didn't. They either lived, or they died. Either way, at the end of the day, you go home. ...not that she got to practice much medicine these days. Instead, here she was overseeing an entire area of Starfleet operations, which meant unending paperwork. Too much of what she hated, too little of what she actually enjoyed. 

...maybe she could delegate some of it. Munro still seemed wide-eyed and eager enough...

In her hands, she held several PADDs with the prowess of an expert poker player trying to determine whether to play or fold.

The chime rang.

K'Wara: Captain, I've brought Ensign Tarsan.

MacKenzie: Let loose the dogs.

The door opened and K'Wara stepped to the side, revealing Starfleet's newest recruit: a male Betazoid with brown hair. MacKenzie tossed the PADDs to the desktop, each offering its own metallic clink as it bounced.

Fold, it is.

K’Wara: Welcome aboard, Ensign Tarsan.

Tarsan: Response

MacKenzie: ::to Tarsan, nodding slowly:: I gathered that... ::to K'Wara:: I'm assuming this isn't meant to be an all day affair... That'll be all, Lieutenant. 

K'Wara: Of course, Captain. Just a momentary distraction, I assure you. ::winks at Tarsan and mouths:: Good luck.

K'Wara left the Ready Room and MacKenzie sat up a little taller behind the desk.

MacKenzie: So, Ensign Tarsan. Tell me a little bit about yourself.

Tarsan: Response

As the ensign carried on, MacKenzie could feel the sides of her cheeks starting to droop. Was it a stroke? Maybe it was a stroke... Oh, no, she was just visibly unable to mask her unhappiness. She thought that meeting a new member of the crew might be a welcome reprieve from PADDwork, but instead she was getting a factual biography. She held up her hand (and was thankful it responded: no stroke after all).

MacKenzie: Why don't you try skipping over the info I can read about in your record and give me something a little more interesting?

Tarsan: Response

Her eyes narrowed slightly, trying to recall information.

MacKenzie: And you're in the... engineering department? How's that been going so far?

Tarsan: Response

Tag, and TBC!

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Fleet Captain Addison MacKenzie, M.D., Ph.D., FASFS
Commanding Officer
USS Artemis-A

Executive Council Member

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