Ensign Kel Solas - Pleas for Patrol

[Xander Fulton]

((CMO’s Office, Sickbay, USS Artemis-A))

Adea: That’s what people say when they feel they have better things to do. 

Solas bristled at the suggestion.

Kel: No sir I mean it. I have some things I need to work out and I’d rather not avoid it. I don’t imagine my counsellor will have an easy time with me but I’m not going to pretend there’s nothing wrong with me either. 

The commander picked up a PADD and tapped some buttons.

Adea: Indeed.

Solas tapped his fingers against his thighs nervously.

Kel: Um well while I have you scanning me do you see any signs of a concussion or something? I know I hit my head pretty hard when I passed out during the attack?

Genkos shook his shaggy head for a moment.

Adea: No signs of concussion. ::he lowered his tricorder for a moment:: Have you somewhere else to be, Ensign?

Solas was puzzled by the question.

Kel: No where in particular sir, is something wrong?

Adea: Not at all, Ensign. I am used to people not wanting to be here, hells, I’m used to chasing down certain officers to force them to do their checkouts. I’ve rarely encountered someone desperate for an appointment, but who wants the appointment to fly by…

Solas’ eyes widened, and realized that his nervous ticks had somehow given the commander the impression that despite requesting this evaluation, he wanted to leave as soon as possible. While it was true that Solas did want the appointment to go quickly, but only because he wanted a clean bill of health.

Kel: N-no sir. Well I mean, I would like to confirm I’m fit to return to duty in a speedy efficient manner. B-but that’s only cause I don’t want you to find anything wrong. The idea of being stuck in bed is just….

Adea: Response

Solas blanched, feeling a little embarrassed by this whole exchange.

Kel: I mean it sir. I just….I just wanna know I can do something productive. I don’t plan on overworking myself, I just can’t sit still right now. Um…sir.

Adea: Response

He bristled a bit under the commander’s scrutiny, but tried to calm down. He was fine, he felt fine. The commander would see that soon enough and he’d be cleared for duty. He took a deep breath.

Kel: I’m just hoping I can be cleared for something simple, sir. Like working a shift at the security center or doing maintenance on the Phase Rifles again. Or even just doing a patrol on the ship. 

Adea: Response

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Ensign Kel Solas

USS Artemis-A

Security Officer

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