#8 Settling in/responding

Posted on Sun May 24th, 2020 @ 9:27pm by

Mission: The Restroffs (Space Spiders)
Location: various
Timeline: current

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>THEN<

Having arrived aboard the Amandora, just before she left port, Doctor Tore Bjorgo had not had time to speak with any of the other senior staff; most importantly, the Captain. But, there was nothing to be done for it. So, after dropping his belongings off in his quarters the good doctor then made his way to Sickbay and the medical department. Immaculate in his appearance, his uniform pressed and straight, his hair perfect and his beard trimmed and kept neat, he entered what was now his domain. His office had a large window on the wall facing the main entry, which would provide him an unobstructed view of all those who entered while he was in his office, or behind his desk.

Greeting the staff, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries, a few of the females showing interest in him through their eyes, though they did try to keep it down-low, he then moved on to his inner sanctum. Locking the door to his office open, he then began to decorate to his liking, taking a good two hours to get things they way he liked. Once that was accomplished Tore then stepped back out to Sickbay, seeing the medical staff doing the physicals fro crew and the civilian population. Deciding to dive right in and show those under his charge that he was willing to do everything he asked them to do, Bjorgo set to work in getting the patients in and out as fast as possible.

Taking a break, getting the staff on duty over in a corner with the furthest biobed from the door, they all stood around eating and drinking beverages, and getting to know each other. Not having a lot to say Tore merely observed his staff, all his senses taking in what they said, how they smelled, and what their attitudes were like. He even logged in his mind the sound of each individual heartbeat while he stood there among them, a PADD in hand as he checked the dailies. His nostrils caught a whiff of something that shouldn't be, his face remaining stoic as if at a poker table until the group began to break apart to go back to work. Following his nose he also followed the source of the odor he had perceived. That had Bjorgo tailing a young Human woman, a nurse, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a fit body that could stop midday traffic. Well, if her were anyone else, that is. She went into the store room for non-replicatable medications, which was usually locked. He had ordered through the Sickbay duty board that it needed to be catalogged and recorded, to make sure they had all that they would need.

"Excuse me, Ensign," said Bjorgo as he came in behind her. She spun around casually to face him. "We need to have a little chat."

"Of course, Doctor. What can I help you with?"

"First," he gave a friendly grin. "Your name, please. You came in after I had met the others so I am at a disadvantage." He extended his hand. "Tore Bjorgo, CMO. And, you are?"

"Ensign Kathryn York, Sir. I'm a nurse for Alpha shift." She too had the British accent, and if his ears heard right, which he was sure they had, the inflection and dialect were from southern England. Probably Birmingham, he thought.

"Well, Miss Kathryn, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. However, I do have a concern."

The woman scrunched her face in confusion. "A concern, Sir? Such as?"

"You smell like booze," explained Bjorgo. "My concern is professional, and I want to make sure it's an innocent circumstance before I send you off duty."

York gave a pleasant grin, her eyes showing she was being as honest as she could be. "Doctor, I assure you I am fine. As a Brit I blew some froth off a pint at lunch. Synthehol, Sir. No alcohol in it."

Hearing that made Tore give a warm smile. "As I suspected, but had to make sure. You understand."

"I do, Doctor."

"Good." He stepped in next to her, with Kathy spinning back around to face the shelving and cabinets within the store room. "Now, let's get this bloody closet accounted for and move on, shall we?" The smile never left his face as he spoke.

Standing next to this man, a man with a jacked body and a gorgeous face, didn't bother Kathy York one damn bit. Nothing like having eye candy while one works. "You start left, I'll go right, and at some point we'll meet in the middle."

"A sound plan." Bjorgo took up his PADD and began at the one end, the two of them working together to get this room logged. It took little over an hour and they got to know each other better as they went along.

Amandora zoomed through space as time went on, clearing the shakedown cruise while Sickbay got all the physicals out of the way. The only one not accounted for on this go-around was the Captain herself. Bjorgo knew that many captains avoided their physicals until they absolutely could not get away from it. Why that was was beyond him, but that was the way of things. Apparently, Cyndi Song was one of those types. He would have to find a way to make it more pleasant for his commanding officer, thinking that doing it privately in the CO's own domains might work to his, and her, advantage.

He would also have to get with the Counselor and work out any wrinkles between their respective positions.

>NOW<

Hearing the Captain call down for the CMO to join an away team, Bjorgo sat up from leaning back in his chair sipping Earl Grey. Placing the USS Amandora cup in its saucer Tore acknowledged the call from the Bridge, then stood and left his office, closing and locking it behind him. Gathering a field pack he then filled it with what would be needed on an away mission, the pack weighing a good sixty pounds when he was done. He had no idea how long this jaunt would take so the more he carried in one go, the better. Throwing one strap over his left shoulder, Tore left sickbay and headed for the shuttle bay.

BRIDGE>>>

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Turning back to Alona, Cyndi asked. “Do you have any Intel on this area? I know it’s new and uncharted but things do have a way of leaking back to somewhere."

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Alona had been doing some reading from the latest reports coming out of SFHQ. "Not much, Captain. I will dig deeper for civilian and private data that may be available. Freighters and scavengers may have come out this way to see of there was a profit to be made."

TAG to Song for next post :)

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