(( Quark’s Bar, Promenade, Deep Space Nine ))
The Commanding Officer and Chief Engineer of the Artemis had
struck up a rather lively conversation swapping shore leave stories at what
happened to be one of the more interesting shore leave destinations Addison had
found herself in lately. Perched at the end of the bar in Quark’s, Addison listened
as Hallia finished a harrowing story about how she and a Petty Officer stitched
up a Nausicaan while drunk after a mosh pit experience gone bad. That incident
occurred while Hallia was serving on the Embassy on Duronis II, a posting
Addison also once held.
MacKenzie: I can absolutely imagine that to be true… The price
when one goes moshing, I suppose… ::brief pause while taking another sip:: You
said you served on Duronis II? Were you with the Embassy?
Yellir: Mhm! The one and only— although I can’t say it was an exciting post. Why do you ask?
MacKenzie: I served as their Chief Medical Officer for a very
brief time before they decommissioned the embassy and I was reassigned to
the Thor…
It was a very short, very unpleasant assignment. There
were a lot of things that she was proud of on her service record, including the
work she’d done while serving on the Embassy, but there were a lot of
experiences associated with her time there that left a lot to be desired.
Yellir: Oh really? How was it? I’ve heard of the Thor— a marvel of Engineering, I’ll say.
MacKenzie: ::shrugging indifferently:: It was not a good time.
The Laudeans were great, but there were a lot of problems with the Embassy that
made serving there difficult. …it’s one of the reasons why the Embassy was
decommissioned.
Yellir: Ah yes— the Katherine Pulaski type
of officers. Fast and loose with the prime directive, often not very diplomatic
either.
Addison nodded slowly, appreciating
the reference to one of the early stand-out medical officers in the Federation.
She’d forgotten that Hallia was an officer of many talents, not only as an
innovative engineer, but as someone who also had a background steeped in
science and medicine. That said, Hallia also had an understanding of what kind
of mess happened to be leading the Embassy – an old guard incapable of changing
at the same pace as the rest of Starfleet.
MacKenzie: ::flatly:: It was a shitshow. I’d been recommended for
the job to help turn things around, but that ship was heavy, and steering
it was impossible.
Yellir: Well— think of it this way, if it
wasn’t for such an unfavourable stopover, maybe neither of us would’ve been
here now.
Addison nodded, a bit sarcastically,
and offered the Yelikan a smirk.
MacKenzie: Oh, right. Destruction of the Resolution,
and all the hazards lurking in the Borderlands.
Yellir: You know, it always could be worse.
Imagine being cooped up on Jupiter Station, hell, even in the Delta Quadrant,
at least on Duronis there’s some kind of floorshow.
MacKenzie: Well, for being on the edge of Romulan
space, I didn’t expect there to be a gift shop… so I guess it wasn’t all
that bad. (beat) I don’t know, though – have you ever been to Amity Station in
the Delta Quadrant?
Yellir: Response
Addison made an “ok” sign with one hand as she picked up her mug and took a swig.
MacKenzie: It’s a must-stop the next time you have
enough leave to get to that corner of the galaxy. Their XO is a friend of mine, and the last
time I was down that way, we engaged in some fun war games with Captain Rahman
and some Hirogen who were looking to build better collaboration with the
Federation.
Yellir: Response
Addison shrugged and offered another playful smirk.
MacKenzie: I know a good time
when I see one.
Yellir: 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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