Posted by Crewman Jasper Jarvis (Cardiology and Surgery) in Chief of Staff’s Office - Chewing Out Marshall and Jarvis (side sim)

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Posted by Lieutenant Drake Marshall (Surgery and Emergency Medicine) in Chief of Staff’s Office - Chewing Out Marshall and Jarvis (side sim)
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Come 1400 hours the day following the (frankly disastrous) introduction of Dr. Lemann, Brad was standing behind his desk waiting for his two most troublesome staff members like Festivus had come early.

In other words, he had a lot of problems with those people, and they were gonna hear about it!

Lt. Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

Drake knew he was walking in to the airing of grievances, and there was little to nothing he could do about it. Why lie to her about where she’ll be working? The Ogawa is a beautiful ship with monsters lurking in its sickbay.

He entered the Chief of Staff’s office. “I’ve forgotten. Do you prefer Dr or Sir?”

-Dr Drake Marshall

“You’re forgiven in this instance because I don’t think I got to officially meet you. In most circumstances, Doctor is fine. But now, you’re talking to Sir,” Brad said, with a hard look on his face.

He pointedly did not offer Marshall a seat.

“Did you see Tweedledee on your way in?”

Lt. Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

Tweedledee? I suppose he thinks he can insult me by condescending to me. “Since Jasper Jarvis is the only other person invited to today’s festivities, I assume you mean him. No. I have not seen him.” This was not Drake’s first, and not likely to be his last yelling at. He knew how this was going to play out, because he had been in 3 other offices having similar conversations about ‘work environment.’

-Dr Drake Marshall

After his banishment from secondary sickbay, some twenty-four hours prior, Dr Jarvis had spent the bulk of his time reading. Bar, of course, a cursory eight hours of sleep and time spent eating. After studying his ill-gotten tricorder readings of the Captain’s injuries, he had perused her medical record and discovered something quite fascinating; she had situs inversus totalis complete with dextrocardia. Making her quite the rare specimen of humanity indeed. Someone that any serious surgeon would love to work on in order to test their skills. Or simply marvel at the insides of one of natures strange oddities. However, the information he had gleaned from the Captains file would have to be set aside for a later date. He had bigger problems to deal with at present.

It came as no surprise to Jasper that he found himself taking the long walk into the Chief of Staff’s office only a short time after arriving on board the Ogawa. And it was even less of a surprise that it concerned Dr Marshall. However, finding himself on the same side as the young surgeon did. As it transpired, both men apparently had more in common than either wanted to admit. Today it was their apparent disregard for the chain of command that would talk centre stage, or at least so Commander Walker had led him to believe the previous day.

Stepping through the door into the Chief of Staff’s office, Dr Jarvis took up a position beside his cohort. “Good afternoon, Gentlemen,” he said by way of a greeting, his nasily tone sounding as civil as it ever got.

Dr J. Jarvis M.D

“Good, you’re both here,” Brad said. “You can both take a seat.” He still remained standing.

Drake sat, but knew from the fact that Walker was still standing that this was going to be a particularly good one.

Dr Jarvis followed suit and sat in the second chair. Making a mental not to try and not do something to land himself in the ships brigg.

“You know, on the face of things, I’m the luckiest doc in at least the fleet, perhaps even the quadrant. I have two galaxy-class surgeons on my staff. I’m also the least lucky doc in the fleet, because I wasn’t told coming in that both of them have egos the size of a nebula, and the bedside manner of a hungover Klingon!

“You,” he said, staring at Marshall, “seem to enjoy following Jarvis around like the class tattletale, watching everything he does and waiting for him to put one toe out of line so you can run and complain about it and hope to get him in trouble. That is not your job, especially if you can see that his behaviour is already being addressed. I was dealing with him already when you popped up and added your wholly unnecessary commentary yesterday. That gives me the impression that either you don’t trust me to handle Jarvis, or that you simply can’t resist an opportunity to needle him, and I can’t tell you which option I’d rather believe is true, because neither of them gives me much confidence in you moving forward!

Over almost 7 years in medicine, Drake had found that he could learn more about a Chief of Staff by silently letting him say his piece than by way of argument. Jarvis, however, was liable to start a fistfight. Or end up back in prison.

“And you,” he said, turning to Jarvis. “You may be one of the most technically competent, knowledgeable medical professionals in the Federation, but you have the ethics of a Ferengi and as far as your personality goes, I’d rather be locked in a closet with a seasick crocodile. In what Gods- forsaken galaxy is it at all acceptable to lurk in the dark corner of a room, and then pop out behind a person entering it with vaguely sinister greetings?

It always amazed Jasper that, for a species that now prided itself on respecting and trying to understand various cultures, most human’s still had little good to say about the Ferengi. Indeed, he himself was a firm believer in the rule of acquisition #69: Ferengi are not responsible for the stupidity of other races.

“May I point out, Commander, that the Ferengi have a very robust set of ethics, laid down in a tome called The Rules of Aquisition. Just because you might not agree with them does not give you the right to cast up their beliefs in such a negative connotation. Or have the Federation abandoned the principle of respecting the customs and cultures of other races?” He interlocked his fingers across his stomach. “In regards to my location yesterday, I was not lurking, simply recalibrating some equipment that resides in that particularly dim-lit area of the sick-bay. And while you may not like it, I had noticed that the young lady seemed at aww with our facility and thought it a good conversation starter.”

“Then we get to the blatant disrespect and insubordination. Your words, I believe, were ‘medical decisions on this vessel are made not by those most qualified to make them, but by those with the most pips on their collar.’ That you, who almost no sentient being in this quadrant not currently receiving medication to alter their neurochemistry would trust to say they had a cold, much less perform surgery on them, think you’re in any position to be making any medical decision beyond what to have for your own lunch today is absolutely laughable.

While he accepted that his ethics were… shaky at best, he would not stand for someone questioning his ability to practice, regardless of rank. “You may call my ethics into question all you like, Commander, but don’t try to question my medical knowledge or ability to make judgements. I am perhaps the only doctor on board this vessel that will diagnose and treat any patient without prejudice.”

“So let me introduce myself to you. I’ve served in the medical department of four starships now. This is the third one I’ve run the medical department on. I’ve also spent time on the Federation frontier discovering the ailments afflicting species there and learning to treat them, as well as at Starfleet Medical on earth, heading the Diagnostic Medicine Program, training new physicians to recognize and treat some of the more obscure conditions they may encounter in the service. I am not only qualified to hold my position, I am highly qualified to do so, and much more so than you.

“I have my rank because I’ve spent years earning it. You have your position because someone bent some arms. By all rights, after what you did, you should only be treating fellow prisoners, and even then under very close supervision. As it is, you’re here, and you’re now my problem.”

Dr Jarvis listened to Walker’s grandstanding with contempt. While Dr Marshall might be content to play the game of pips, he had no interest in it. “I could quite easily sit here and list my own record, Commander, but I feel it will do us little good. You’ve made it perfectly clear that you’ve already made up your mind about me. And nothing I say is going to change it. However, you made a point about citing the fact it took you years to attain your ‘rank’. I shall make only one assertion in that regard and it is this, Medicine, Commander, should never be about pips on a collar.”

He paused, and took a deep breath.

“You two are going to learn to work together, even if it bloody kills me. Jarvis, your already-in-place restrictions will continue. Marshall, you think you’re up for more responsibility here? Well, you’ll get the chance to prove it. Captain Taylor came to me with a suggestion after I threw you both out yesterday. I agreed, but she gets to be the one to explain it. One thing I want to make absolutely clear, the antagonizing each other in public ends now. If you’re both in here, you will treat each other, and all other crew and passengers on this ship, civilly. I don’t care if you rip each others throat’s out in private, so long as you don’t do it in uniform and anywhere I can see you.

“Have I made myself clear?”

Lt. Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

Drake nodded. “Sir.” An affirmation he had learned officers took to have whatever meaning they sought. The only reason he hadn’t spent most of his career in brigs was knowing just enough about how to play the game.

-Dr Drake Marshall

Brad nodded back, before turning to Jarvis.

“Well?”

Lt. Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

“Perfectly, Commander.”

Dr J. Jarvis M.D

“Get out,” Brad said. Whoever decided Jarvis should be in the Fleet should be shot. The man did not belong in any sort of rank structure, even that of a hospital. He was the type of doctor that belonged in an exclusive clinic that charged and arm and a leg to cure conditions you didn’t even know you had.

Lt. Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff