Dr. Thaddeus MacKenzie, cane in hand, made his way through the corridors of the Sentinel, heading towards the sickbay. He had been through this routine countless times before – reporting to a new Chief Medical Officer, each with their own quirks and expectations. The prospect of going through it again left him feeling grumpy and irritable. Upon reaching the sickbay, Dr. MacKenzie was greeted by the bustling activity of medical staff attending to their duties. He glanced around the room, searching for the Chief Medical Officer. A nurse noticed his arrival and approached him with a polite smile.

“I need to speak with the CMO” Tad said sternly to a lab tech walking by.

“Dr. MacKenzie, welcome to the sickbay. Please have a seat,” she gestured towards a row of chairs near the entrance.

“Of course, another wait. Just what I needed,” Dr. MacKenzie muttered under his breath, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He meandered over to the chairs, lowering himself into one with a heavy sigh. As he waited, he couldn’t help but observe the staff working around him, scrutinizing their every move.

“Is that how they taught you to administer a hypospray?” he grumbled, addressing a young medical technician. “You’re supposed to hold it at a 45-degree angle, not perpendicular.”

The technician, taken aback by Dr. MacKenzie’s brusque demeanor, stammered, “Uh, yes, sir. Thank you, Doctor.”

Dr. MacKenzie continued to watch the sickbay’s activity, offering unsolicited critiques and advice to anyone within earshot. His gruff and irritable attitude made it clear that he was not thrilled about reporting to yet another CMO.

– Dr. MacKenzie –