Posted by Lieutenant Commander Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in The Other Shoe Drops
It was not odd to get a request for a meeting from Cpt. McBride. Oed was a huge facility, but McBride didn’t miss much. Sharah was meticulous about making sure her status reports, requisitions, personnel reviews, etc were always done on time. It was a huge workload in itself, but then she also was working with Sacred Heart. She loved every moment of it. However, she knew in her gut that this was not a meeting about simple administrative or personnel matters. Sharah had a feeling she knew what it was, and no she didn’t use her telepathy to find out. It was a conversation that she knew was coming, but it filled her with mixed emotions. None of them were particularly positive. They weighed all too heavily on her for that.

Avoiding it wouldn’t make it go away, so here she was, walking down the hall of the main operation center of the Fleet complex toward Captain McBride’s office. She stopped outside, made sure her uniform was neat and her hair as tamed as possible and then rang the chime.

Lt. Cmdr. Fayth, SFCMO

“Enter.”

Inside the modest office, McBride was at his corner desk, with one side facing out so he could have guests. Two chairs sat on the other side. Behind him was a stretch of windows along the exterior that wrapped around the other corner and led the eye to a sitting area with a replicator. There was a door just next to the that that led to a small washroom. Adjacent to his desk area was a sitting area comprised of a loveseat and an arm chair. A bookcase with few photos and mementos sat in the corner.

Jonathan flashed Fayth a smile as he rose to his feet. “Doctor, come on in. Thanks for setting aside some time for me. I know how hectic things are, especially lately. I’m going to grab a coffee. Can I grab you anything from the replicator?” he asked gesturing for her to take a seat.

Captain McBride, Starfleet CO