Fleet Captain Addison MacKenzie - Avoid the Airlock

[Addison MacKenzie]

(( Molly Malone’s Irish Pub – Deck 225, Deep Space 224 ))

 

The CO of the Artemis had filled in one of its newest officers on her opinions of DS224’s various food establishments. With her stomach quickly approaching full, she felt it both appropriate and necessary to direct the topic of conversation away from food. Based on her demeanor, Lyara appeared to appreciate the pivot.

 

MacKenzie: Enough food talk. I assume you’re planning on taking advantage of your time off during this shore leave?

Lyara: For shore leave I’m still looking for some things to do.

MacKenzie: No plans? Really? ::raising her arms:: Well, there’s plenty to do here, so you’ve go options…

Lyara: Well I am going to call my parents, it’s been a hot minute and I’m sure they’re praying daily that I haven’t found myself out of an airlock.

 

Addison nodded slowly. While many of the Artemis crew had a running gag that MacKenzie was quick to shove any poor, disobedient soul out an airlock without thinking twice, the threat wasn’t based entirely in fiction. Her reputation for being a commanding officer who had only the highest expectations of her crew was widely known, and she’d verbally offered the threat on more than one occasion. 

MacKenzie: I’m sure they’re not the only ones…

 

Lyara: Sadly I’m missing the gratitude festival at home, but I’m sure there’s a temple I can get my prayers in at. 

Addison picked up her final chicken wing and started to pull the meat off the bone. 

MacKenzie: I think there is one here, even though we’re pretty far from Bajor. If not, I’m sure the holodeck could replicate something comparable.

Alroyo took another sip of her drink and looked to MacKenzie.

 

Lyara: What about you sir? Do you have any outstanding plans while we’re at motherbase?

She waved the now-clean carcass in front of her face and shook her head before she threw the wing on her plate.

MacKenzie: No, the fleet is a mess since Frontier Day – we have a lot of catching up to do. The benefit of being here is that I get to actually keep my attention on it instead of being focused on the immediate threat.

 

Lyara: Response

 

Addison reached for a napkin and started to vigorously wipe the grease from her fingertips. When she was satisfied they were clean, she tossed the dirty napkin on the bar and reached for her mug, swigging the last of its contents down her throat.

 

MacKenzie: Well, I hope you have a chance to connect with your parents while things are quiet. If there’s not a temple here, definitely consider using the holodeck. I wouldn’t be surprised though – there’s so much on the station even I haven’t discovered yet.

 

Lyara: Response

 

MacKenzie: Thank you for the meal. I’m sure you’ll have no problem staying out of trouble and avoiding the airlock.

 

Lyara: Response (if desired)

 

MacKenzie offered a smirk before nodding slightly and making her way toward the door.

 

Tag, and End Scene for MacKenzie!

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

Captains Council Member at Large

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