Fleet Captain Addison MacKenzie - Bring On The Java

[Addison MacKenzie]

(( The corridor outside the Brew Continuum - Deck 3, USS Artemis - A ))

Captain MacKenzie didn't believe in wasting time. Even when in transit, the woman was working - if not physically, her brain would certainly be moving no slower than warp 7. On this particular day, however, that wasn't quite true... Her head was buried in a PADD while she walked, but the mental fortitude required to focus on its contents necessitated that she slow engines to warp 1. As a result, she found herself accosted in the corridor by someone she hadn't yet met.

The woman, whose posture was almost rigid, approached her with hands clasped behind her back. There was no doubt that the commanding officer was the intended target. MacKenzie kept her head down, able to see the woman's approach from her peripheral vision.

Brexis: Captain MacKenzie?

MacKenzie stopped in her tracks, looking up at the woman with a furrowed brow. After a moment, her lips pulled at the corners into an unintentionally stern face.

MacKenzie: ...The pips gave me away, didn't they?

The woman in front of her held out a hand, steady and unwavering. 

Brexis: Lieutenant Junior Grade Charlotte Brexis. 

After letting the woman's arm hang in the air for a moment, she finally connected the woman's name with the appointment on her calendar. It was at that point that MacKenzie reached up to clasp her hand. 

MacKenzie: The new strategic operations officer.

Brexis: ::nodding:: Yes sir. We are set to meet this afternoon. ::relaxing her posture a bit:: I was going to see if you were interested in getting some coffee? Maybe move our meeting here? I'm sure you spend plenty of time in your office. A change of scenery might be nice, no?

MacKenzie looked up and got her bearings, recognizing that they were just outside the Brew Continuum. She referred back to the schedule in her PADD and, without a good enough excuse, decided she could grant the request. With an open palm, she gestured toward the establishment's entrance.

MacKenzie: After you.

The pair made their way into the Brew Continuum, and MacKenzie was pleased by the suggestion to move the meeting as soon as the smell of espresso touched her nostrils. She nodded to Brexis before pointing at a nearby seating area.

MacKenzie: Would you mind grabbing me a raktajino? I just have to finish looking over something.

Before waiting for an answer, the commanding officer retreated to one of the more secluded eating areas near one of the large observation windows. In the time it took Brexis to get their beverages, MacKenzie quickly pulled up the woman's service record for her reference. She'd intended to review the file during lunch, but her interception put a slight wrench in that plan. After a quick skim, she looked up to see Charlotte approaching, and gratefully grasped the mug that was meant for her. She pointed at the chair opposite where she was sitting.

MacKenzie: Have a seat, Lieutenant. I see you grew up on Betazed?

Brexis: Response

She nodded along, drawing a swig of the raktajino from her mug.

MacKenzie: What brought you to Starfleet?

Brexis: Response 

MacKenzie clicked several places on the PADD before bringing her attention back up.

MacKenzie: Do I see it correctly that your last posting was the Academy?

She raised an eyebrow - it wasn't likely that a commissioned officer would receive a placement at the Academy again so early in their career, and it warranted becoming a point of discussion.

Brexis: Response


Tag, and TBC!

---

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

Executive Council Member

V239601AM0