Lt. JG Ollie Bergmen - Building the flight time
CPT Arianus
(( Corridor to Sickbay, Deck 7, USS Artemis-A ))
Mandatory flight training was one of Ollie's least favorite courses during his accelerated OCS training. The required 20 flight hours in the simulator, along with another 40 in a real shuttle, were excruciatingly dull and ultimately completely unnecessary, since it had been two years since he last sat behind the console of a real shuttle. But he was an HCO officer, even if just on paper.
HCO... Helm, Communication & Operations. A weird, violent, and tangled patchwork of Occupational Specialties that were left forgotten on the table when Starfleet was organized. But if he aspired to be an officer in the career he had chosen over a decade earlier, he was obliged to adhere to the flag. And today was THE H day. His certification was slowly expiring, and the computer reminded him quite violently and noisily in the morning, slowly was still coming with a deadline. His standard medical was still applicable, but his stress flight medical certificate had a last cross on the shoulder before becoming just a piece of virtual paper. And the lieutenant wasn't keen to explain to his new superior nor the captain why he cannot sub for shuttle pilots or why he could not take a helm if asked, for that matter.
Normally, he would just try to ask Doctor Sadar to fix the paper - because the shuttle doesn’t fly on a piece of datafile - but the ship computer, in its undying wisdom, decided to assign his stress flight medical certificate recertification to some another doctor. Lieutenant JG Alyndra Syrex. Ollie heard that name for the first time and was quite sure he knew all the doctors in the ship's sickbay; if not personally, then at least from the duty roster, which he checked in the Centre from time to time.
oO Probably a new addition boarding Artemis on Risa. Not first, nor last… Oo
Young Lieutenant JG stopped before the Sickbay door and readjusted his G-suit at the crotch. That damn thing had already jeopardized his chances for reproduction at the Academy, and it was no different now.
(( Sickbay, Deck 7, USS Artemis-A ))
Sickbay felt just as tranquil as the rest of the ship. Shore Leave had that effect, and JG Bergmen actually appreciated it. At least no one from OPS or Engineering would witness him wearing that ridiculous, archaic thing that was supposed to protect him from overexertion during the stress test.
Bergmen: Doctor Syrex? Are you here?
Syrex: Response
Bergmen set the additional G-suit on the nearby biobed before replying. It was cumbersome to wear, not to mention the weight of the second one he had to carry.
Bergmen: Lieutenant Bergmen, I’m here to pick you up for my environmental stress medical test? For my expiring Stress Flight Medical Certificate? I sent you a message on your computer yesterday if you remember.
Syrex: Response
Ollie smiled at the doctor when he finally saw her coming, gesturing toward the second G-suit on the biobed.
Bergmen: For the test, I reserved Argos, uh, Type-17 shuttle. With unrestricted atmospheric capability was more suitable than Type 11, if you don’t mind. But atmospheric means we need to wear these antics. Sorry, Lieutenant. Don’t forget your medical biosensors; Argos is more a hauler brick than a scientific miracle worker.
Syrex: Response
Bergmen looked away to give the doctor some privacy. As he gazed at the panels and displays before him, he contemplated what else he could add. His thoughts led him to wonder if it would be appropriate to mention that he only had forty hours of flight experience. In the end, he decided that it probably didn't matter and wasn't information the doctor needed to know.
What mattered was that when this test will end, the number will be forty-three - plus or minus a few - and that was good for his next review as proof that he's building his flight time...
Syrex: Response
TAG/TBC
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Lieutenant JG Ollie Bergmen
Operations Officer
U.S.S. Artemis-A
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