Posted by Lieutenant Commander Edelu (CMO) in Side sim: Who doesn’t love a visit from the boss (open to all)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Vanessa Slade (CNS) in Side sim: Who doesn’t love a visit from the boss (open to all)

Posted by Lieutenant Edelu (CMO) in Side sim: Who doesn’t love a visit from the boss (open to all)
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OOC: So I thought of trying something other than a lounge thread for those that want to participate. For those that do just jump in and have fun. This is meant to be a fun almost “below decks” type thread. ~ Kate

Vanessa stood in the turbo and silently hated the day she was about to have. No one liked performance reviews and people enjoyed them even less when the reviewer was some pencil pusher whose desk was light years away and had no working knowledge of life on a starship. At least when your department head performed a review they knew the players, their strengths, and their weaknesses. So instead of Vanessa walking around with Calvin, tempering any negative findings with personal tidbits about the crew, she was babysitting someone named Federik Fereth.

Entering the conference room, Vanessa took a seat at the table. She was the last one in the room with all the other officers of the Genesis present. “Okay boys and girls here we go.” Her tone was light but they could tell she was not her normal perky self. “Starfleet has an old friend of mine coming to review the crew and by old friend I hope you are detecting my sarcasm.” Clicking a button on her PaDD a large image of a Starfleet officer filled the screen. This is Lieutenant Commander Federik Fereth or what we called him at the VA the feedback ferret.” The image was of a small, wiry man whose still image showed a restless energy like a malfunctioning EPS conduit and the posture of someone who had spent far too many hours curled around a diagnostics console. His eyes were bright and beadlike making one easily think of a laser beam with the precision of a tactical computer tracking photon torpedoes. A narrow face, slightly overlarge ears, and a faintly twitching nose gave him an oddly rodent-like appearance—not unpleasant, but unmistakably reminiscent of something quick, alert, and always foraging for inefficiencies. His uniform, while technically within regulations, had been customized almost beyond recognition—festooned with microtools, color-coded patches, and his treasured “Fereth Feedback Device,” a tricorder so heavily modified it practically had a personality of its own.

“The guy is harmless but his energy and jokes will make you want to blow yourself out of the air lock or him. Depends on your personality type. Luckily you all get to meet him because in 15 minutes all of us are due in the lounge for his kick off for the day. He likes to put everyone at ease before he goes over every nook and cranny in your department. It is going to be a blast.” Her tone and facial expressions indicated that it was going to be the exact opposite however there was no anger or irritation in her voice. It was more the tone someone had when they described an academy lecture on deep space pulsars or quantum engine mechanics that would put anyone to sleep other than an engineering cadet.

Vanessa Slade CNS

Edelu sat perfectly still, hands folded neatly on the table before him. His posture was as exacting as a medical scan—deliberate, aligned, precise. He listened without interruption as Counselor Slade introduced their “guest” with her signature blend of charm and exhaustion.

His dark Mintakan eyes drifted to the projected image.

Beady eyes. Nervous energy. An over-augmented tricorder slung like a talisman. The kind of man who looked at life not as a series of moments, but as a string of performance metrics to be color-coded and cross-referenced.

Edelu blinked once, slowly.

He had worked hard to rise through Starfleet’s ranks. Harder still to prove himself, not only as a doctor, but as a Mintakan in a culture that still viewed his people with cautious curiosity. This sort of evaluation was not new to him.

Still, there was something uniquely grating about being reviewed by someone who measured success in data throughput and standardized logs, rather than triage instinct or the tension in a patient’s breath.

At Slade’s final remark, a single brow quirked upward. Edelu exhaled quietly through his nose, somewhere between a sigh and a silent chuckle.

“Perhaps,” he said, his voice soft but dry, “I will prescribe hyposprays for self-restraint. I suspect we may all need them by the end of the day.”

“I knew I liked you the minute we met,” she snapped her fingers rapidly in a gesture drawing attention to Edelu and also half applause. “Nothing too strong though. We don’t want him to know we drugged him or hog all the hypo for one department. We are a family here so there needs to be enough to go around for everyone.”

He met Vanessa’s eyes with the ghost of a knowing smile.

Vanessa met his gaze and gave him a wink. She was not sure if Edelu was serious but the idea had merit. He also put it into the universe. From a psychological stand point, once someone said something out loud there was a greater chance they would act on it. Time would tell.

Then, as though flipping a switch, his expression returned to calm readiness. A long day was about to begin. And Edelu, as always, would endure it with surgical composure.

-Lt. Cmdr. Edelu
Chief Medical Officer

Vanessa Slade CNS

The room had begun to settle into that peculiar silence unique to starship officers awaiting a brand of discomfort only Starfleet bureaucracy could produce. It was not the silence of fear or urgency—but of bracing.

Edelu remained motionless, save for the subtle drift of his gaze toward the chrono on the wall.

Ten minutes now.

He wondered, briefly, if Fereth’s lounge presentation would involve a motivational slideshow. Or worse: icebreakers.

He imagined being asked to describe his leadership style in one word. “Unintrusive.” Perhaps “medicinal.”

His gaze drifted toward the door, then back to his colleagues. Something in his posture shifted—just enough to signal transition.

“Or, I could go ahead and administer the hypos now,” he said with no indication of whether or not he was joking.

-Lt. Cmdr. Edelu
Chief Medical Officer

OOC: I am leaving this open for anyone that wants to reply but I will start the new part with the lounge thread.

Kate