Casela turned down the back corridor from the conference room and to the rear turbolift taking it down to the counseling deck. She walked in and Dean shook his head, “You’re not in the brig! Hey that’s pretty good.” She shook her head “I want a meeting, 3 hours, the whole staff. Ziecest should be up by then. Cancel my appointments, I’ll be doing....paperwork, the rest of the day.” She stepped into her office as Dean’s laughter sounded through the door. She was sure her admin thought it was hilarious she was in trouble for missing paperwork. Paperwork was his life, he loved it.

“Computer, pull up recordings for stardates 239608.12, 239609.14, 239610.8, 239611.11, and 239612.15 from the captain’s ready room. Translate recording to text and display on screen.” Then on a PaDD Casela pulled up the morale report form and transferred the necessary information from the transcripts to the forms. Then she went about the process of completing the forms in a concise and complete manor. This took a couple of hours of work. But as she had told Ryder, she’d discussed morale on many occasions with Cobb, and so for her it was simply a matter of going back over her conversations with Cobb.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS