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

Rand removed her key, grabbed her PaDD, and hurried out of the lab and down the corridor to sickbay. When she entered she looked around for the scheduling nurse and walked over. “Cmdr Alden would like Dr Kreed’s first available appt.” Rand knew how stubborn Alden was about medical, and the number of times he missed and rescheduled was notes by the observant.

Yeoman Rand

“One moment.” the nurse said, obviously expecting the request. She went to the back of Sickbay and spoke to a reptilian looking figure standing next to a biobed. The figure nodded once and the nurse came back. “Dr. Kreed will be with you in a moment.”

A few minutes later, Kreed came over and looked at Rand. “Pleas inform the Executive Officer that I will be more than willing to assist him in getting his physical done. All he needs to do is come down and take a seat. I will fit him in when I can. If he would prefer to wait for an appointment, despite the numerous reminders and requests he has been sent, I have an opening in three days. We can see him then.”

Kreed. CMO

He was irritated, Rand could tell that much. At least he wasn’t yelling at her. Though she still felt like a very naughty child in the headmaster’s office. She was just the messenger, a very unwilling one at this point. “Thank you, Lt. I will inform him.” She didn’t make excuses for the XO. She hated them. She could explain why Alden avoided it, but that wasn’t really her place and she had been told in confidence. She turned on her heel and left.

She found Roman and with a lot of dread, hands tucked behind her back and staring somewhere past his shoulder, “Lt Kreed said he has an open appointment in three days, or if you come and wait he will fit you in as soon as he can.” Training, years of training stopped her from flinching as she provided the options given to her to relay.

Rand

“I can’t wait three days!” Roman’s voice did that high pitched thing it did sometimes. “And I am not waiting there, that’s a waste of my time.” He glanced at Rand and sighed. “It’s okay, Rand.” He patted her shoulder gently. “You don’t have to run back and forth, you have other things to do.” But what would he do?

~ Roman

Rand would offer to sit and wait for him, but she just had this feeling that the new CMO wouldn’t make time until he saw Alden sitting there himself. She glanced around, and no one was within ear shot. They had scattered when they saw the mood Roman was in. “You only have time to waste, Cmdr. You are locked out of everything. The only way to correct this and stop wasting time is to go wait. They are busy too.” Then she pulled the only card she had left. She peeked up at him, wondering if she would be spending the night with her brother for this. “You’re making excuses,” and he LOATHED them.

Rand

“I am not,” Roman argued, keeping his voice down but shaking his head. He looked cornered and trapped to her, but he was hiding it with a layer of offended frustration and his usual difficultness. “I’m not. I just need more time. Without being locked out of everything.”

~ Roman

She sighed, “I understand, you know. And you’ll get all the time you need, but you won’t get your access back. Not until you have been declared medically fit. Have you read his file? When it comes to stubbornness and adherence to protocol he is more than match for both of us.” She sighed, he didn’t know it but she already had Franks working on the reports. Franks was discrete and wouldn’t say anything. “I can work from my PaDD and sit and wait for you.”

Rand

Roman nodded slowly, already feeling nervous. “Alright.” It was short, a sure sign to her he was nervous. To anyone else he’d just seem annoyed and short.

~ Roman

Rand didn’t wait for him to change his mind. She tucked her hand into his elbow and walked out of the lab with him and straight down to sickbay. She had him sit and went and told the nurse. “Lt. Kreed said Cmdr Alden could come and wait and he would fit him in when he could. We’re in the waiting area. Thank you.”

She rejoined him and sat down next to him. He couldn’t work on the reports, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t muse and think out loud and get a more experienced officer’s opinion about things. And it kept Alden’s mind off of where he was.

Rand

He worked with her while he waited. The more questions she asked him, the more he was focused on reports and not his surroundings. But that wouldn’t last long.

~ Roman