Posted by Lieutenant N’Arir (Head Nurse) in Mess Hall

Posted by Lieutenant Dr. Ronda Holms (Assistant Chief Medical Officer) in Mess Hall
The lunch rush had settled into its familiar rhythm aboard the USS Ogawa. The hum of quiet conversations, the clink of utensils against trays, and the occasional chirp of the food replicators blended into the comforting background noise of the Deck 4 Mess Hall. Crew members from every department filtered in and out, taking advantage of a brief respite before returning to their duties.

Lieutenant Dr. Ronda Holms, Assistant Chief Medical Officer, occupied a table near one of the large viewport windows. Beyond the transparent aluminum, stars drifted silently past as the Ogawa continued on her mission. Her lunch was simple but satisfying—a steaming plate of chicken parmesan accompanied by a cup of hot Earl Grey tea.

A medical PADD rested beside her plate. Between bites, Ronda reviewed the day’s reports with practiced efficiency. Sickbay had remained relatively quiet, limited mostly to routine physicals, minor injuries from engineering maintenance, and a handful of crew members suffering from fatigue after extended duty shifts. She made a few annotations, flagged two follow-up examinations for the following morning, and approved the latest inventory update from the medical supply officer.

She paused long enough to take a sip of her tea, savoring the familiar bergamot flavor before returning to the report concerning the ship’s annual medical readiness statistics. Even during lunch, the responsibilities of an Assistant Chief Medical Officer were never far from her thoughts.

Around her, life aboard the Ogawa continued uninterrupted. Security officers discussed duty rotations at a nearby table, engineers debated warp field diagnostics over sandwiches, and a pair of junior science officers quietly argued the merits of competing stellar cartography models.

For a few precious minutes, however, Dr. Holms simply enjoyed the rare luxury of a hot meal, a warm cup of tea, and a moment of calm before whatever challenge awaited her next.

Lieutenant Dr. 𝓡𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓪 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓶𝓼
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
USS Ogawa

“Where There Is Life, There Is Hope.”

Lieutenant N’Arir had just gotten done checking in with the captain she had then decided to go to the mess hall. She didn’t recognize anyone in the area. As she is the only romulan on board. She then went to the replicator and ordered. “Romulan spice juice.” She said. The replicator had then replicated it for her and she grabbed it. She then went to a table that was empty and started to drink it alone. She then went over the ships schematics and crew as well so she got herself familiarized with everything and everyone.

Lieutenant N’Arir
Head Nurse
USS Ogawa NCC-64284-B

Marcus stepped quickly into the mess, he only had a around 30minutes to eat before his first shift started. Transfering to the sentenel was not something he had expected, he never thought he would find himself on a medical ship. Moving to the counter he gathered himself a ham sandwitch, salad and glass of water. He looked around found a table and sat looking over the rather busy room. He knew no one here, and it would be ok with him if it stayed that way, though he knew it would not.

-Ensign Marcus Lavent
Security