The Calm Before the Storm
Posted on Sat Sep 28th, 2024 @ 8:18pm by Lieutenant Commander Mark Johnson
Mission:
Return to Tyra
Location: USS Wayfarer - Sickbay
The overhead lights in the sickbay of the USS Wayfarer flickered briefly. From the CMO Office Mark could oversee the entire patient’s area. Lt. Commander Mark Johnson ran a tired hand through his graying hair, pausing momentarily to watch the biobed's monitor as it tracked the vitals of the actual only treated patient of the vessel.
"Minor concussion. He'll be fine," he muttered out aloud just to reassure himself he did a good job in assessing the patient’s condition. He took the PADD and noted a couple of things regarding the officer’s recovery protocol updating his medical file.
His attention then turned to the big matter at hand. The Jem'hadar and their White.
During their last encounter in the mess hall he tried to scoop out some more information on their physiology. Pretty much in vain. But the First agreed to have one of theirs scanned and “studied” trying to come up with a solution for the lack of White.
He recalled from the Starfleet Medical Database all the information he had and went through them for the tenth time that week. His mind racing. He would probably be the very first Starfleet doctor to visit and properly scan a Jem’hadar. That thought thrilled him, but worried him as well.
“It’s going to be a diplomatic operation masked by a medical procedure” he spoke out aloud.
“Worried?” asked a female voice from his back
“Molly” Mark turned with a fake smile on his face “Sort of”
“I bet, it’s something unusual” she recognized “Everything is ready as you requested” she confirmed him “The only patient will be discharged in time so the sickbay will be empty for out …” she measured her words “...patient”.
The CMO nodded “Well done, thanks Molly” he scratched his light beard “You’d better get some rest. I’m gonna rely on you a lot tomorrow” he told her smiling.
The black haired nurse nodded “You should rest too” and, said so, she left.
Being left alone in his kingdom calmed him down a bit. She was right, he thought, he should get some well deserved sleep before the big day. But he wanted to get a quick chat with his lover before embarking on such a perilous procedure.
He turned on the main monitor in his office, instructing the computer to tunnel the communication to his contact “Deena”.
A few moments passed as he relaxedly sat back on his comfortable chair and the communication channel switched open revealing the perfectly oval shaped cute face of his favorite Orionian girl. Her voluptuous and cherish smile had his heart melt.
“Starfleet” she cheered him with her glowing light blue eyes “I’m glad your mission this time won’t comprehend the inability to communicate with the outer world aaand, with ME”.
Her words and laughter made him laugh as well “Oh, but I’m disobeying orders in order to speak with you, my darling”
“What a naughty officer you are.” she provoked him “You act like an Orionian then”
“The moment my skin turns green let me know, I might need to visit a doctor”
Both laughed.
“Are you doing something dangerous, Mark?” she asked sincerely interested
The doctor pondered for a moment before speaking “Maybe a bit, but that’s a calculated risk”
The green woman tilted her head on the side “Mark, whatever you guys are doing, please, be careful. I know you are good at what you do but stay clear of dangers. Do it for me” she told the Starfleet Officer before telling him about her last holiday trying to lift spirits and distract her loved one from his thoughts.
The two kept chatting for a while, letting tensions go and planning the next meeting in the forthcoming future.
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Lt. Commander Mark Johnson
CMO, USS Wayfarer
Deena
Orion girl
