Posted by Lieutenant Commander Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Keep in Touch

Posted by Lieutenant Tandra Mika (Chief Mental Health Officer) in Keep in Touch
Before he’d arrived on the Manhattan, when Eilah was aboard a ship to be transported to his new post, he spent some of his time in what he considered to be a very wise way: writing his little sister. Working from a PaDD, he considered for a while what to include in the letter.

Sharah,

I hope you’re doing well. It’s been a little while since we’ve written to each other. I hope to hear from you more often.

I’m writing to let you know I’m no longer on SB 52. I’m being transferred to the USS Manhattan in the Delta quadrant. It’s pretty far out there, so I hope we can still keep in contact. I’m pretty sure we can. I wanted to get back to exploring space. It is why I joined up, after all.

How are things going on Oed? Meet anyone new and interesting? Any career related updates for me?

Write soon,

Eilah

When he finished the letter, he had it sent off.

~ Fayth, COS (USS Manhattan)

Sharah was always excited to get a letter from Eilah. His request to write more often made her feel guilty. After the protests she had avoided writing to him more than a few words. Claiming she was busy but thinking of him. She had completely refused to send a recorded message because he always knew, even over light years, when something was wrong. It took her some time to figure out how to say what needed to be said.

Eilah!

I am well now. Yes I did say now. The adjustment to Oed has been rough and incredibly overwhelming. I like it here though. I like my work. I feel like I’m actually doing something. I like being a department head. I don’t mind all the paperwork. It’s kind of meditative. Even the work is overwhelming though. We work out of the local hospital, Sacred Heart, and they were without a Chief of Staff. They asked me to fill in. It’s so much, but it feels good to have direction. And … well … something happened. With my telepathy. I don’t really know how to explain it just yet. But I am talking to my counselor and we’re working through it. I wish you were here, it would be so much easier to share with you.

You’ll be proud of me. I did something I never ever thought I would do. The head nurse hosts a fundraiser every year for the hospital. She had a bachelorette auction and I participated. I KNOW! Me!

I have met all kinds of interesting people. There was an attack on a local business man and the head of the colonial defense force. I met his second in command. He’s annoyingly likable. Reminds me of you. (Love you Eilah!). One of the nurses is Deltan. Her name is Yavia. She’s pretty amazing. Oh and our head PT is a Klingon who just got married to the head of House Duroc. He’s interesting. Makes me nervous but not scared. I’ve met the Governor and the Lt Governor.

OH! I got promoted to Lt Cmdr. Which means I have to teach. I can’t teach! Save me, Eilah. I’m living off on my own in a house, not in the barracks. Hope is thriving. She likes having real sunlight.

Love you,

Sharah

Lt Cmdr Sharah Fayth, SFCMO, Oed V

He read her response as soon as he received it. He worried about her… especially after reading something happened with her telepathy. But she seemed to be doing okay and he was left wondering if maybe he worried a little too much?

Nah. That’s what big brothers are for. By the time he got the chance to reply though, it was the night of his first day aboard the Manhattan.

Sharah,

Eilah

He considered what he’d written. At this rate, you won’t need me anymore. She sort of already didn’t. And he was truly proud of her for it. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to tease her a little. He sent the letter.

~ Fayth, COS (USS Manhattan)