Posted by Lieutenant Harvey Davenport (Chief Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Meeting Captain Cochrane (Att CO)
Tapping his com badge Davenport addressed the computer, running down the corridor as he did =^= Computer Time? =^=.

=^= The time is 0808hrs =^= the computer responded in a monotone voice. “not good, last thing I want is to be late on my first date” the young doctor spoke aloud racing down the deck, reaching the turbolift he tapped the call button. Standing still Harvey straightened his freshly pressed blue uniform and awaited the arrive of the lift. The eager Lt had 7 minutes to report to the ready room for his first meeting with his new commanding officer.

Although Lt Davenport had served on several ships previously his last posting, at Starfleet medical, had been a lot more relaxed then that of one on a ship.

Stepping into the turbolift, upon its arrival. Dr Davenport stood central and directed the lift to take him to the bridge. Recalling one of his fathers favorite proverbs “to be on time is to be late” he spoke aloud, a wide grin present on his face.

Stepping out of the turbolift, the doctor walked along the back of the bridge exchanging friendly nods with the officers he passed. Reaching the doors to the captains ready room Harvey came to a halt, tapped the call button and awaited permission to enter.

Lieutenant Harvey Davenport.
Chief Medical Officer

“Come in.” a voice said from inside. The door silently slid open to reveal the office beyond. The office was organized, but had the feel of both authority… and peace. Two bookcases on one wall stood with shelves lined with actual books behind their glass doors. Pictures had been mounted around the room showing both places and people, many of them featuring the same person. Various odds and ends graced places here and there.

Displayed prominently, however, alone on a shelf high up on the wall directly behind the desk that sat opposite the door, was the lone figure of a gold Ox. Lighting had been directed so that it drew the eye of anyone who came through the door almost immediately. Below that hung a… coat, for lack of a better word… that seemed to originate from a vid from Earth circa the mid twentieth century. Specifically those years many referred to as ‘the 70’s’.

Seated behind the desk was the Captain. He looked up as the doors opened. His hair was black, making the ice-blue eyes beneath the well-groomed hair even more intense. He had a youthful appearance, somewhat more so than the Fleet Captain’s pips at his collar would seem to indicate. He smiled and stood up and, holding out his hand, he said with a slight British accent “Lieutenant Davenport, I presume?”

Cochrane, CO