Mooney was tired, besides working the Med deck to give more personnel an opportunity to take leave wile work was completed on the ship, he had been pestering the engineering, operations and security departments to help him integrate into their emergency operations. Much better to send an corps man in to hazards than doctors, he was a lot easier to replace. Over the last week he was shown their systems, locations of emergency medical gear and shown the ship from a disaster management point of View. He had taken an opportunity to meet the shuttle pilots and transporter operators so they would be on the same script if he was sent on a search and rescue operation or needed to evacuate casualties. The existing SOP was sound from an officer only point of view and lacking what two hundred years ago would be called a rescue swimmer, but he needed to integrate into their plans so the ship didn’t waste this new resource.

It was strange to be respected for his skills, and at least among the ensigns treated as more or less an equal. These men and women had gone threw a grueling four year program to be out hear, he had not. He needs to work hard at keeping his edge to keep up with these men and women.

MCPO Mooney.