Fleet Captain Addison MacKenzie - The MacKenzie Treatment

[Addison MacKenzie]

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

One of the things MacKenzie loved most about the periods when most of the crew could enjoy shore leave was the reduction in incidents or personnel onboard requiring her attention. For her, it was her own opportunity to exhale – to recharge, and not feel guilty about partaking in recreation that was personal and had nothing to do with the betterment of the ship. …not that many would count browsing the latest edition of the Starfleet Medical Journal as recreation… Still, it offered her an opportunity to get her mind off the ship and into something enjoyable, even if only for a short time.

She rocked back and forth in the chair behind her desk as she read, using her toe to gently tilt her seat, occasionally glancing down at the idyllic planet below from her ready room window. Just as she was knee-deep in an article about the latest surgical techniques for grafting cybernetic implants, the door chime rang unexpectedly. Pushing with her toes again, she turned her chair around to face the door and tossed the PADD down with a clink.

MacKenzie: Come in!

The door swished open revealing an unfamiliar face who stepped inside the door. Judging by her rank, uniform color, and the spots on her face, she was the doctor who had been assigned to them on temporary duty.

Sydell?

Syron?

Sy-

Syrex: Lieutenant Alyndra Syrex, reporting for duty, Captain.

Syrex, right. 

The woman presented her temporary assignment PADD. Well, at least she was prepared. 

MacKenzie: Doctor Syrex, of the Ronin. 

Syrex: That’s right Ma’am.

MacKenzie took a moment to read over the officer’s orders. While everything appeared to be in check, there were many questions for which the orders couldn’t offer answers. The commanding officer of the Artemis had what had become known as a predatory nature with new officers – especially those who were new-new to the ship… She had an almost compulsion to know who they are and what makes them tick. In her mind, it was a commanding officer’s responsibility to gain insights into the inner workings of their officers – to anticipate how they might behave when under pressure.

MacKenzie: Why are you here?

The question clearly took the officer by surprise. 

Syrex: I’m sorry, Ma’am?

Addison tossed the PADD down on her desk, making the same clinking sound as it landed on the workspace’s surface next to the PADD she had been reading earlier. Clasping her hands, she rested them on the desktop and leaned forward.

MacKenzie: This appears to be a voluntary transfer request, not one mandated by Starfleet Command. So, why are you here?

Syrex: Response

Addison’s eyes narrowed as she sat back in her chair, her palms resting in her lap.

MacKenzie: Are you not satisfied with your time on the Ronin?

Syrex: Response

Her brow furrowed slightly.

MacKenzie: Are you familiar with Captain Niac’s service record?

Syrex: Response

MacKenzie: And are you aware of the fact that he served under me on the Excalibur?

Syrex: Response

She once again leaned forward, resting her arms on the desk.

MacKenzie: And what do you suppose he might say if I were to inquire about you and your service on the Ronin?

Syrex: Response

 

Tag, and TBC!

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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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