=/\= Attention. I am Lieutenant Commander Siegfried Abel, the new Chief Medical Officer. While I would like to take the next few days meeting and talking with each of you, I find that we are pressed for time. To that end, all Command and Marine leadership are hereby requested to come to Upper Sickbay for their regular physicals within the next twelve hours. I know this is not standard for such matters, but again.. pressed for time to get all of this caught up. I thank you and look forward to meeting all of you. =/\=

The message came at the most inopportune time, during one of their training exercises, right when the crew of the Sentinel 1 was trying use an obscure pocket by the Olinski’s port side stern to remain hidden from Sentinels 3 and 4, who tasked to find them. The maneuver was a delicate one, given their proximity to their mothership and the lack of maneuverability of the vessel they were on.

Focused on her controls, Eleanor automatically palmed her console to silence the incoming message, accidentally triggering her IFF in the process.

=/\= Sentinel 3 to Sentinel 1. We can see you at bearing 340 mark 35, just beside the Olinski. Sentinel 3 out. =/\= Smoke’s voice came through in a cheerful tone.

Eleanor sighed.

“You triggered our IFF, didn’t you Lady?” Sloan asked in an amused tone. “Ah… Smoke we’ll never let us hear the end of it.” He chuckled.

“On a brighter note, you’ll get to your physical earlier.” Badger added.

“Sloan, I think Badger is hanging out with you too much. He’s starting to pick up your bad habits.” There was a smile on Eleanor’s face, but disappointment in her voice. Not at her crew, but rather at herself. “I liked you more when you complained, kid!” Carnegie said with a chuckle. Tapping her console she spoke to Smoke and his crew.

=/\= Sentinel 1 to Sentinel 3. Acknowledged, we see you. Carnegie out. =/\=

And finally, she contacted the next Recon Ranger in line.

=/\= Sentinel 1 to Sentinel 2. Charlie, we’re heading back to dock. Smoke and his crew got us and I was just called in for my physical. You’re in charge. Do another round and head back when you’re done. I’ll come and find you when I’m back from Medical so that you can tell me how the rest of the exercises went. =/\=

=/\= Understood. Charlie out. =/\=

“You know he said ‘in the next 12 hours’ right?” Sloan said.

Carnegie shook her head. “If I don’t do it now I’ll forget about it, and I don’t want to change my schedule.”

“What you’re saying is that you don’t want to cut short your plans with Dawkins.” The Scotsman grinned.

“You know Sloan, I thought you’d appreciate being out early… since the Bomber crews have finished for today.” She turned around and smirked at her Flight Engineer. “But I can leave you with Smoke, if you want. You’ll have to sit on their cockpit’s floor though.”

In very uncharacteristic manner, Sloan didn’t have a remark to follow. Instead the man blushed brightly. However, already focused on their approach to the Olinski’s hangar, Eleanor didn’t notice and the conversation was dropped.

Forty minutes after the new CMO’s message had come through, Carnegie walked through the Sickbay’s doors. The place was already bustling with activity.

Proudly wearing her flightsuit, Eleanor made sure that anyone else on the crew knew that she was not one of them. The old Earth tortoise shell frames sitting on her face furthering the distinction.

Glancing around, she looked through the still not very familiar faces of the Olinski’s crew and of the medical staff. Finally flagging down a nurse she asked:

“I’m Major Carnegie, Commanding Officer for the Blue Squadron… Commander Abel requested all members of Marine leadership to come to Sickbay for their physicals. Who should I talk to to get mine done?”

Maj. Carnegie, Blue Squadron Commander