USS Wolverine
Sid-Sim: 5am St Andrews Golf CNS session (Tag Cmdr Morris)
Posted by Commander David Morris (Commanding Officer) in Sid-Sim: 5am St Andrews Golf CNS session (Tag Cmdr Morris)
Posted by Lieutenant Dr Tealor Tessan (CMO/CNS) in Sid-Sim: 5am St Andrews Golf CNS session (Tag Cmdr Morris)
Posted by Commander David Morris (Commanding Officer) in Sid-Sim: 5am St Andrews Golf CNS session (Tag Cmdr Morris)
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Tealor stood just off the first tee at St Andrews, the view of the The Royal and Ancient Club framing the view behind him. He searched through his bag and put his golf glove in his back right pocket and took a sip from his coffee mug. 5am was early but it was likely the only time that the commander and he would be available at the same time.He stood looking out of the fairway waiting for the Commander to arrive, it was the widest fairway on earth. It’s wide landing area gave a false sense of security as playing the hole wrong would land you in trouble during your approach. The sun was just kissing the top of the horizon the session time being son rise.
Dr Tealor Tessan
Chief Medical Officer U.S.S WolverineDavid walked in the holodeck door a moment later, carrying a black and silver travel mug emblazoned with USS Wolverine - NCC-99199 that had steam rising from the top and his own bag. “Morning!” he yawned. “Nice touch, with the sunrise. Ready to get started?”
Commander David Morris
Commanding OfficerHe look out over the hole one last time. “I have a handy Cap of 8” he noted. “you can take the Honors if you like Sir” he said with a small grin. “We can talk while we are walking .” He noted pulling the driver out of his bag, and a ball which he showed to the Commander.
Dr Tealor Tessan
Chief Medical Officer U.S.S WolverineDavid pulled out a driver and ball of his own, nodding. “Here goes, it’s been a while.” He laughed self-deprecatingly and lined up his shot, doing fairly well despite his self-criticism and driving straight down the course. “Your turn.”
Commander David Morris
Commanding Officer
“Nice shot Sir” he said as he moved up to the tea and lined up his shot. He settled down into his stance looked down the fairway one last time to align his shot so it would end roughly where Morris’s had to give them the opportunity to talk. With a smooth slow backswing his body coiled up like a spring. What appeared to be a pause at the top of his back swing was just the shift of his hip and the changing of the direction of of the swing. With immense speed his body uncoiled sending the ball down the fairway with a loud clank followed but a clean follow through. The ball sored through the air moving right to left and settling little short of where the Commanders ball had settled. He then gathered his tea.
“Shall we? ” he said motioning down the fairway as he moved to gather his bag.
As the walked toward their next shot he started the conversation. Today was more about having a good time getting to know one another and looking for any obvious mental concerns. Which really was no different from any other evaluation except he found doing something fun together tend to put people at ease and they let their guards down a little. “So I should let you know, I will not use my telepathy on you unless you ask, and I tend to not ever read others emotions without their permission although it happens from time to time if I’m under a lot of stress.” he said hoping to nip that fear in the bud as best as it could be.
“Tell me, how are you settling into the new role?” he asked.
Dr Tealor Tessan
Chief Medical Officer U.S.S Wolverine