Arrival to Faltan; Nurse and Doctor Hudson

Posted on Sat Jan 11th, 2020 @ 8:50pm by Commander M'Mira & Lieutenant Tristian Hudson
Edited on on Mon Jan 13th, 2020 @ 9:49pm

898 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Mission 3: Diplomacy, what’s that?
Location: Command / Security Hub 2

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Tristian had left Grace in their quarters to settle in, while Tristian wanted to salute the Commander in a formal reporting for duty. Meeting officers along the way, the station seemed a cordial and relaxed nature. As Hudson walked down the main concourse towards the Command Hub, he noticed many different species that had called Falton Station home as well.

Entering the lift, Tristian called "Command Deck." The lift then closed and sprung to action, a fast ride opening up in the Command and Security Hub of the station. Stepping off, he noticed one or two notice him a new officer. He glanced giving a cordial nod. Standing outside the Commander's Office doorway, he heard a chip from within, as he pressed the door chime.

A moment later...

M'Mira was preening herself. This day was the best that she had had on Faltan in months. Finally, she was getting replacement crew. Despite the station having been raided of anyone qualified or leaving under the rumors that it was going to close in favor of a Starbase, M'Mira had railed against Starfleet and somehow, she was going to keep this place open. She would not let her own work in reopening it less than a year ago, go to waste. The determined and pleased Caitian called out, "Come in."

When Tristian arrived, he saw that M'Mira was half lying on her desk and half sitting on it. Most striking about her was not laxidasical manner but heer bright red nails on her hands/paws. Her tail uncurled out from under her and she purred a greeting, "Hello. Arrre you morrre of my new crrrew?"

The station operations were relaxed, but on guard. Tristian walked through the bridge concourse to reach the office of the Commanding Officer. Chiming the door, he heard the Commander call from within.

Entering, Tristian was greeted to the relaxed and soothing purr of M’Mira. “Yes, I am Commander. Lieutenant Hudson, Medical Doctor reporting as ordered Ma’am.” He gave a sharp, quick salute. He kept standing as he addressed the Caitian. The Commander had a glistening bright sheen to her lightness of brown. Her eyes were like all Caitians, very perceptive and narrowing to a point when they wanted.

“I have heard many great things about Faltan.” He let a smile form.

Her ego slightly stroked by the formal salute, she bared her teeth in a smile. Deciding whether Tristian was delusional or flattering her, M'Mira opted for a neutral course, her tail swishing ponderously. "and just what things have you hearrrd?" she purred.

“May I have a seat?” Tristian eyed back consistently to M’Mira’s. Tristian in the past years, had a Cat, an Earth Feline. However, Earth felines are much different development levels; Caitians were a far separate, advanced species.

Lieutenant Hudson was talking, and gently lowering and closing his eyes, exhibiting respectful calmness in M’Mira’s presence. Surprises were not tolerated. “I believe Faltan Station to be a critical site for the Federation to be. We are the first foremost, warning of anything nefarious between the Klingons and Romulans. Too much is at flux right now, we need to be here. I am happy to serve.” The Doctor nodded. He slid his Personnel Transfer PADD forward, and this was in CC as well for Grace Hudson, the Petty Class Nurse who was Lt. Hudson's Wife.

M'Mira looked over the information and made some musing purring sounds. "Everrrything appearrrs to be in orrrderrr. You arrre rrright and wrrrong, though. The Klingons and the Rrromulans arrre prrrobably not the biggest of ourrr concerrrns out herrrre. Ourrr prrroblems arrre verrry local. The goverrrnorrr herrre is not to be trrrusted. The locals planets do not like ourrr prrresence in the arrrea. In shorrrt, we arrre in a verrry prrrecarrrious state. Some of Starrrfleet even wants us to leave."

“I understand.” Tristian nodded. “Has Medical Bay served the locals for health care needs? It might be a goodwill gesture to the locals. Keep things calm, Ma’am.” Dr. Hudson offered.

“We have more than enough technology to serve and benefit the locals. I will need to access the region for any bacteria strains as well.” He checked on his medical PADD.

“Do you have any questions for me, Commander M’Mira?” He pleasantly rested a smile at his Commander of Faltan Station.

"The Falteans want nothing frrrom us," M'Mira growled more annoyed than she probably should have. "We arrre banned from the Capitol and much of the outlying terrrrritorrries want nothing to do with us." Her tail lashed out and struck her front, as if admonishing her to maintain her composure. It is a long storrry that starrrted with Captain Rrrrefelian getting shot therrre. I would suggest that you rrreview the rrrecorrrds."

“I did not know that the situation was as tense. I will take the necessary time to catch up on regional history." Tristian said. He enjoyed the presence of the station Commander. M'Mira was calming.

“I don’t want to take up your time Commander M’Mira. However, I just wanted to state that It is an honour, for both Grace and me to be here and to serve the Federation.” Tristian stated.

With that Lt. Hudson took his leave for the Medical Bay.


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Commander M'Mira
Commanding Officer, Faltan Station

And

Lieutenant Tristian J Hudson
Chief Medical Officer, Faltan Station

 

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