Posted by marthese bugeja in Main Sim - Bridge - John Glen is back with us

Posted by Captain John Tiberius Glen (Captain) in Main Sim - Bridge - John Glen is back with us
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“Would you like to do the presentation?” Glen asked Joe. “Make it short and snappy. leave the details for supplementary questions.”

“Presentation? ” Joe asked as he looked as though he may have heart failure. “Sir I’m sorry I’m a bit out of the loop. Been across the place trying to keep track of people you know. What am I supposed to give a presentation on?”

“Just answer their questions. Who are we? Where do we come from? Why are we here? What do we stand for?” Glen replied, it’s not Warp-Drive physics! Tell them about the Federation and the different cultures and planets. Then let them ask questions. Keep smiling. It’ll all be over quickly!”

“Gotcha boss.” Joe replied. Keep smiling and give them the gift of blarney. Perfect job for an Irishman!” Joe stepped toward the [viewscreen showing the] gathered assembly such as they were and smiled hoping that a smile meant the same thing here and not that he was an animal showing his teeth. Clapping his hands together he said, “Welcome all! I’m afraid my captain the smart one has been called away to do captain things! So, I’m afraid you are stuck with me! ” Holing up his had he continued saying, “But never fear I’m not quite as dumb as I may look! Hello all I am Lt. Commander Joe Milligan and I’ll be trying to answer any questions you may have today. So, who’s first?”

Meanwhile, Glen slipped away from the Bridge to his Ready Room. He shut the doors and locked them behind him. He sat down and threw his hands on his head at the pain. How could so much pain result from having a conversation with that damn psychiatrist, Doctor Wong? Glen though. He had tried, during the course of last few years, to put the traumatic events of the Andromeda Galaxy mission behind him, and had been largely successful. The nightmares had become less frequent and he had less trouble sleeping. However, occasionally during times of stress, those memories of the Worm eating through his brain resurfaced, and they could seem almost real again. At times like this, Glen could no longer function. He had to get away and be isolated from other people and ride out the storm until it passed on. Otherwise, he found it impossible to concentrate, while his irritable mood might cause him to say something he might regret, and during this present mission, with everything hanging on this presentation to the Habitat and the Sybyl, he could ill afford such a incident. Better that Joe handle it alone.

Why has that man decided to visit now, and to stir this all up again? Glen thought. I thought we were beginning to put this behind us! Miriam was even behaving herself, most of the time! The pain in his head grew until it was quite unbearable. He stood up and walked to the couch. He just managed to lie down before passing out.

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John Glen awoke. He was disorientated. He knew he had fainted again but not how long he had been out. Was it seconds, minutes, hours? he thought. This was the second time this had happened in two years. Both times had involved thoughts about the presence of the Ancient Worm in his brain. Was this just psychosomatic? Or had something physical been left behind and never found? Glen needed to get a check-up from Miriam. He couldn’t trust anyone else to know about the Ancient Worm. “Miriam! he thought. How could he have agreed to that damn psychologist interviewing her?* Glen owed Miriam better than that.

Anyway, the pain had gone, he was just a little shaken. He staggered back to the Ready Room door to the Bridge, but then changed his mind and went back into the room again. He took some time to compose himself and a hypospray of pain killers anyway. He looked in the mirror, washed his face, combed his hair and went back to the door. Maybe no one will notice my absence, he thought.

He unlocked the door. The door slid open and he walked back onto the Bridge again.

Welcome back! marthese

Cross contacted Glen =/\= Captain,its Cross I’m facing some serious issues and need your opinion about Mr Wong, can you give me an appointment when and where I can see you?=/\= she asked....... the doctor sounded rather anxious.

Cross CMO.