Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Three Days. You Don’t Call, You Don’t Write (Tag XO)

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in Three Days. You Don’t Call, You Don’t Write (Tag XO)

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Three Days. You Don’t Call, You Don’t Write (Tag XO)
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It had been three days since Kreed had arrived on board the Sentinel. In that time, he had met with the Captain, the Senior Staff, and most of the crew. He had been doing or reviewing physicals almost non-stop; and the medical department was actually starting to look like it was supposed to. But there was one very outstanding task remaining…

The XO needed his physical.

Kreed had sent multiple requests. Asked in person after a meeting. Even sent a nurse to find him and remind him.

Nothing.

So, having no other choice, Kreed went into his office and took a seat. Activating the computer terminal, he pulled up the file of Commander Alden and marked him ‘Medically Unfit’. The computer requested verification… twice. Both times, he approved the change. The computer beeped and Kreed went back to work.

Somewhere deep within the relays and power conduit and chip stacks and processors, a file was modified. That modification caused a change in an associated file, which in turn changed another and then another… cascading through the computer system of the ship until it reached it’s crescendo…

And locked the XO out of all systems until cleared for duty by the Chief Medical Officer.

Kreed, CMO

About ten minutes later, the commander attempted to log in to finish his afternoon reports. The system denied his credentials. He frowned and tried again. Denied again. Why? The message did not give a reason. He called Rand over. “Rand? My log in isn’t working.”

~ Alden, XO/CSO

Rand had a feeling she knew what it was. They had discussed this, but Roman was stubborn. She had scheduled her appointment for the very last one available, and that was tomorrow.

She walked over and looked. She sat down and inserted her control key into the system and typed away at the console for several minutes. Finally the screen flashed on his personnel file. At the top in large red letters: “Medically Unfit for Duty.” She cringed internally and didn’t look at him. He was going to be furious.

Rand

Roman’s face became very, very calm. A sure sign he was indeed furious. “Rand. Do I look medically unfit to you?” He asked. He wasn’t angry with her, which she would know, but someone else. “Does our new Lieutenant know how much work I have to get done?” He said, voice carefully controlled. He knew what he had to do, he just really, really didn’t want to.

~ Roman

People in the lab were going to look. They knew that utter calm. Being busy was no excuse. He had orders to get it done. She did not agree with him, but she couldn’t disagree with the XO in front of the entire lab. Why did he have to ask her that here? “Yes, Sir. I am sure Lt. Kreed is aware of how busy you are.” She wanted to ask him if he knew how busy Kreed was and the deadline Asam had given him? “Would you like me to find out when the next open appointment is?”

Rand

Roman paused and considered it. He couldn’t not do it with his credentials pulled. But he really didn’t want to do it. Finally he said, “…Fine.”

~ Roman