Posted by Captain Kastarak (Commanding Officer) in Reporting In

Posted by Lieutenant Mykl Najjar (Medical Officer) in Reporting In

Posted by Captain Kastarak (Commanding Officer) in Reporting In
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As soon as they left the shuttle bay, Mykl and Pic, her companion, found their way to the Quartermaster to get their assigned rooms. After that, Pic stayed in their quarters to begin unpacking while she attended to her boarding evaluations. Since the Chernov was replacing several of their command crew, she thought the Captain and new First Officer would need more than a few minutes to become aquainted, so she reported to Sickbay first. Surprisingly, the CMO wasn’t there and the other two medical officers on her shuttle wound up making the same decision she had. Taking initiative, Najjar checked them over, got herself signed off and then reported to the CO.

Standing outside the ready room, she palmed the chime and waited for an invitation to enter.

Lieutenant Mykl Najjar
Medical Officer USS Chernov

The doors parted and Kastarak rose from the desk positioned between himself and Mykl Najjar.

“Lieutenant Najjar,” he said. He had practised the pronunciation using the computer’s models of upper-class Egyptian accents. He had never visited that region of Earth, yet he was aware of Egypt’s deep influence on broader human culture. Even the letters stencilled on the hull, U.S.S. CHERNOV, could be traced back, in their distant ancestry, to Egyptian hieroglyphics. He hoped the coming weeks would give him reason to learn more about Egypt, and about Najjar’s own place within that cultural heritage, as they established a professional relationship.

Only hours earlier, he had understood that this relationship would become more consequential than he had expected. Lieutenant Symar – the Vulcan chief medical officer who had survived extensive Romulan psychological and physiological torture, his DNA altered until he was indistinguishable from a Romulan – had been recalled without notice. He was already en route to Federation Headquarters on the Runabout, along with Lt Dawson (who had been recalled too, the reasons of which Kastarak had a grand hypothesis on) and Captain Maddox. Kastarak had received no explanation to the recall of Symar. Perhaps Starfleet had discovered the extent of Symar’s genetic transformation. Perhaps Symar’s difficulty regulating his emotions, which had worsened over the past year, might have made continued service untenable. His work had suffered. Of that, Kastarak had become aware.

Now Najjar stood before him as the most senior remaining physician aboard. Granted, Kastarak and his first officer, T’Aria, were both trained physicians with extensive experience working in Sickbay, but at this point neither could assume responsibility for Sickbay. The Chernov required both a fully functioning medical department and a fully functional command, especially given the urgency of their mission.

The object of today’s meeting was whether Kastarak could promote Najjar to chief medical officer on her very first day.

From her file, he had noted several parallels between them. Both were drawn to the meeting point of medicine, physiology, and psychology. There were many possible points of connection and many openings for rapport.

“Please, take a seat,” he said. “It is agreeable to meet you. How has your first day been so far?”

Kastarak, Cpt
Commanding Officer

Entering the office, Najjar took a suble look around while walking to the chair that had been offered. Once seated, she crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap. “Since boarding the Chernov not too long ago, I took myself to Sickbay for a boarding physical. I was going to head here once that was done, but the CMO wasn’t there. The others who arrived on the shuttle with me, also showed up for their examinations. I’m afraid only nurses were available so I took it upon myself to step in. Once I was through with their physicals, Sovan ran one on me.” Instead of telling him she thought he would want time with his new XO before checking in the lower ranks, Mykl chose another direction.

Lieutenant Mykl Najjar
Medical Officer USS Chernov

Kastarak hadn’t expected Najjar to be so direct, but her narrative was important. It underscored the necessity of direction in Sickbay.

“I appreciate that you undertook those responsibilities.” Kastarak said. He decided to be as direct as Najjar had been. “As you may have ascertained at this point, Dr Symar, the chief medical officer, has been recalled from his responsibilities aboard the Chernov. You are the most senior active physician aboard. Commander T’Aria and I are also trained physicians, but we are in command. As such, I must ask you whether you are able to take on the responsibilities and duties of chief medical officer.”

Kastarak, Cpt
Commanding Officer

The promotion was a surprise, but a welcomed one. “Of course, Sir. I’d be happy to take the position and appreciate you trusting me with it. I’ll get right to work bringing all records up to date and ensuring the crew are physically ready for whatever we might run into.” Chief, she’d gotten there before she thought she would. Mykl supressed the urge to squeel, but inside she was dancing a little jig. She couldn’t wait to tell Pic.

Lieutenant Mykl Najjar
Medical Officer USS Chernov

Kastarak nodded.

“Very well, doctor. You’re the chief medical officer, effective immediately” He said, simply to confirm.

He paused, and then brought up another item on his agenda.

“I understand you have been granted allowances. The information I have is that a civilian assistant by the name of Pic is on board to assist you with certain private tasks . Can you tell me more about him? I have not received a file on him, and I need to know the important details of all people on board the ship.”

It was an unusual arrangement, but there was nothing suspicious about it. He simply needed to know who he was responsible for on this ship.

Kastarak, Cpt
Commanding Officer

It wasn’t an unusual request, but she was aware how pretentious it was going to sound. “Pic is my companion and teacher. He was assigned to me when I was quite young, about 9 years old, and while living at the palace. It is customary for all royal children to have a teacher/advisor with them for most of their young years until they reach a mature age. After that, its up to the ones involved, or their parents, to decide how the relationship between them will continue. Pic is a special case because he cannot speak as he lacks vocal chords. He and I became good friends during his years of service and so when I approached my parents about joining Star Fleet, they insisted that I had a companion from the Royal House to accompany me. I chose Pic and he was delighted at the thought of eventually exploring space with me Because of my lineage, I must have a companion until I marry.

She stopped to take a breath. “As far as what he expects on a ship? He is a civilian and knows he will be treated as such. He has no special powers granted by Star Fleet or my father, other than the agreement that he accompany me. He understands the rules I must follow as a member of the crew and won’t get in the way of me following them.”

Straightening in her seat, she looked across the desk to the CO. “Is that the information you are looking for?”

Lieutenant Mykl Najjar
Chief Medical Officer USS Chernov