Captain Addison MacKenzie - New Blood
Addison MacKenzie
((Conference Room - Deck 1, USS Artemis))
The trio had been discussing the possibility of contacting D.S. 224 for additional
engineering crews and supplies as a means of potentially expediting their
repairs and giving their own crew some rest. It didn’t take much for them all
to agree it was a prudent course of action, and she was sure that the
engineering teams would be thankful to hear reinforcements would be coming
soon. Hopefully.
MacKenzie: Put together a comprehensive list so I only have to make one
ask. And make sure it’s robust – I’m sure she won’t be able to grant everything,
but at least if we over-ask, we increase our chances of getting more of the
things we actually need.
Salkath: I will have that for your considerations in due course,
Captain, Commander.
They’d discussed the extent of the damage, how long it may take, and managing
their diminished crew. Talos looked to MacKenzie, trying to consider if there
were any other important areas they’d need to consider.
Dakora: Right, well I think that about covers it. Captain, anything
else you want to touch on?
Addison’s face became serious, yet unconcerned, as she looked to Talos though
was clearly speaking to Salkath.
MacKenzie: I suppose we can’t expedite the remodel of the ready room…?
Her gaze focused intently on Salkath.
Salkath: I can make that a personal priority, if you so wish?
Dakora: At your earliest convenience, Commander. ::He grimaced.::
Every time she thinks about that window, the risk of my untimely demise grows
higher.
She offered a smug smile to her first officer, momentarily appeased.
Salkath: By your leave, sirs.
She nodded to Salkath, her cue that he was dismissed, and he moved out the door
and likely into a better working situation than being in a room with MacKenzie
and Dakora. The latter sat staring momentarily at the former, a quizzical
expression. After another moment of what was apparently confused silence, she raised
an eyebrow and returned the confused glance, as though she was looking at a computer
that was having trouble booting up.
Dakora: There was something else I wanted to mention…
He trailed off, but fortunately the conference doors opened and triggered his
memory. Talos rose to meet their Napean Helm Officer with an outstretched
hand.
Dakora: Ah, you must be Ensign Tyron, I’m Commander Talos Dakora, your
First Officer, and ::He gestured to Addison.:: this is Captain MacKenzie,
Tyron: ::Reaching out and shaking the First Officer’s hand.:: Thank
you Commander. I look forward for serving here. ::Turning his head and looking
at the Captain.:: Captain.
She nodded her welcome. The pair had met before – she served as one of the proctors
on the helmsman’s final exam at the Academy.
MacKenzie: Good to see you again, Ensign.
Dakora took the PADD containing Tyron’s
orders and handed it to her.
Tyron: I got to fly one of the repair shuttles as part of
my training. ::His attention drawn to the activity outside the
port windows, then returning to the room::
She caught his momentary shift in attention directed toward something out one of the windows. It wasn’t long before he was refocused.
MacKenzie: A good place to start, Ensign.
Dakora: Ensign Tyron will be our new Helm Officer. ::He turned
to Larek.:: Ordinarily, we’d be having this meeting in the
Ready Room, but it was damaged during the Frontier Day crisis, so this will
have to do. Have a seat.
Talos gestured to one of the chairs at the long table as he
and MacKenzie took up positions on the opposite side. The newest
member of the Artemis did as instructed and sat down.
Tyron: Thank you, sir! Sorry, sir. The seeds were
a gift and I did not have time to stow them away.:: Setting them
aside on the table.:: The word at the Academy was that it was a tough
engagement.
She looked up momentarily from the PADD, mustering every fiber of her being
into holding the muscles in her face steady.
MacKenzie: You could say that.
Dakora: We’re glad to have you aboard, especially after our last
pilot… ::He caught himself and chose a different tack.:: Well, We’re just glad
to have you aboard.
Tyron: ::Giving a nervous smile:: Yes, Sir. ::
Shifting in his seat a bit :: They said this posting came
up... :: Looking down and letting that hang there for a second or two as
he searched for the right word.:: unexpectedly.
There was a brief pause before the ensign continued.
Tyron: ::Looking at the two officers:: I am sorry
for the crew loses. You must have been close to
them. ::Looking down at his hands.:: Being
in a command position when people die would not be an easy
thing. I hope...
He trailed off, obviously choosing not to finish his sentence despite not wishing
to offend anyone.
Dakora: Response
She cleared her throat and sat forward in her chair.
MacKenzie: Tell me about your background, Ensign. ::holding
up the PADD:: I’m talking about the things I won’t learn by reading your formal
bio.
Tyron/Dakora: Responses
She nodded thoughtfully.
MacKenzie: And what about your interest in the helm position?
Tyron/Dakora: Responses
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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