(( Sickbay – Deck 7, USS Artemis ))
Touring the Artemis had become somewhat of a daily occurrence for its
commanding officer in the aftermath of the Frontier Day Massacre. At the end of
the day, one of the few things Addison found she had control over was her
ability to walk the halls of the ship and take note of how repairs were (or weren’t)
progressing. The lack of control associated with such wide-spread decimation
was not something she easily made peace with, but there were so many people
impacted by the events that she couldn’t bbear getting bent out of shape when
literally everyone around her was doing their very best.
What she could control, in addition to getting a visual account of their
repairs, was to take the opportunity to check in with members of her crew and
see how they were really doing. Starfleet had mandated counseling, but
some ships had counselors who were killed, and other officers were prone to
keeping their heads down and getting the work done. Artemis had a few
counselors, but knowing her crew the way she did, she felt that some would
likely need to be strong-armed into attending their sessions – something she
didn’t have the bandwidth for.
There were several members of the senior staff whom she’d ordered off the Artemis
to go assist other ships in the fleet who were in need of particular skill sets.
She wasn’t sure what they’d experienced in their time away, but she’d read the
reports, and she knew what they experienced at home. She felt slightly guilty,
in a way, though she knew that none of what had happened was directly her
fault. Still, she felt drawn to check in and see how they were handling their trauma.
When Addison passed through the doors to Sickbay, she was thankful that the
room was largely empty – many of those who had been holed up there had either
been discharged or transferred to ships with more substantive accommodations.
Her target of interest, however, was present.
The doctor was in the house, as it were.
She wondered if the Mizarian could sense her presence, or if her hand naturally
gravitated toward her anxiety ring.
MacKenzie: Doctor Sadar.
Sadar: Response
Addison held up her hands.
MacKenzie: I’m not here for any other reason than to see how you are.
Sadar: Response
She took a breath and blinked a few times, letting her guard down and allowing
her face to show genuine concern.
MacKenzie: Well, I read what happened on the Kitty Hawk…
Sadar: Response
Tag, and TBC!
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Captain Addison MacKenzie, M.D., Ph.D., FASFS
Commanding Officer
USS Artemis-A
Captains Council Member at Large
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