Welcomed Visit from the Chief of Operations

Posted on Sat Jan 15th, 2022 @ 3:17am by Lieutenant Tristian Hudson
Edited on on Tue Jun 13th, 2023 @ 3:58am

1,586 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: Mission 4 - Like a Thunderbolt
Location: Sick Bay, Faltan Station
Timeline: MD02

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Tristian was in sickbay. He was attending his Wife Grace as a daily constant. Kara also was on Tristian's minimal number of rounds, now that the twins, the babies had been transferred to her Trill/Human womb.

Turning, Tristian noticed the new Operations Officer onboard, Lieutenant Reni Kozrehl. "Lieutenant Kozrehl. To what do I owe the pleasure of meeting the new Chief of Operations in the Faltan Sick Bay out of all places?" Tristian gestured for Reni to come in.

"Come in, Lieutenant. In my office, I am going to replicate some Chai Tea. Please, come and sit and talk." The Chief of Medical was having a quiet day, so he welcomed the Professional company.

'Oh yes, thank you - some tea would be wonderful,' replied Koz with a warm smile. 'You're Doctor Hudson right ... husband to the XO as well?' She dropped the PADD she'd been holding for a visual inspection of provisions and systems in the Sickbay.

Ordering two chai teas, Lt. Hudson had acknowledged. "I am. Grace is my wife. However, she is not the Station's XO." Hudson were a bit confused. "Lt. Commander Jameson is our Stations XO." He corrected. "Grace is ..." Hudson felt a sharpness from within, hurt for Grace. "Grace is the Field Medic." He calmly replied. He didn't want to share the personal matter that she was currently in a medically induced coma.

"Lieutenant Kozrel. How are you adjusting, enjoying Faltan Station." Tristian were curious.

'Well, there's a lot of work to be done to bring the station up to spec,' Koz began, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. 'And I wasn't expecting a starbase posting. But the place is growing on me you know? Plenty of work to get stuck into and all that.' She accepted the tea, and looked for a place to sit down. 'How are you and your wife finding the place?'

"I agree, Lieutenant," Hudson replied. "Please, have a seat." Hudson gestured for Reni to relax. "I apologize. Often, my staff clears the usual pile of padds left on it." Hudson chuckled.

"A lot of Starfleet personnel would dread becoming stationed on a Starbase. I have learned, they have their advantages." Tristian stated. "You have the time to further your career with upgrading courses, since the station, depending on its local, can be busy or very un-busy. Here, we are in between."

Koz, blinked then nodded, and took a sip of her tea.

"I am glad the base is growing on you. We will be needing a real good Ops Officer." Tristian had turned back from the replicator a second, as he then sat down the perfectly brewed, temperate, hot tea. Just the smell of Chai Tea warmed the air of the office, relaxing Hudson.

'Yes ... the station is in a mess,' Koz said, simply as she looked at the Chief Medical Officer. 'That's why I'm doing my rounds -cataloguing urgent supply needs for medicines and the like, and any requisitions needed to bring the station itself up to spec so we don't all get sucked out a pinhole in the hull.'

"That is good, Reni." Hudson paused, taking a calm sip from the tea. "Do you mind if I call you Reni?" He didn't want to come off as too relaxed, yet he felt friendly and straightforward surrounding the new Operations Officer. "We will be conversing with a lot regarding sickbay supplies most likely. I had lost a whole quarter of triage and cold storage medications. The station blast had had an impact." Hudson was almost about to let his voice trail off to thinking again of Grace. The explosion. The trauma.

'Kozrehl. Or Koz,' replied Koz with a fleeting self conscious smile, and a tuck of a lock of hair behind her ear. 'No-one calls me Reni, not in Starfleet anyway.'

Hudson nodded. "Koz, of course." The doc noted the Operation Lieutenant's preference. "When you have some spare time, feel free to drop in to get your physical. If staff already haven't." Cal had chuckled as he slid out a padd of much needed requisitions. "If you had come to seek department requisitions, I never fail to have my updated list." Hudson shrugged, and leaned back in his seat, taking a drink.

She strained a smile and took the PaDD. 'Of course. No-one has schedule my physical yet - we could always schedule it now, if you'd like?' Koz looked at the requisition form.

"As requisitions are formed, you will see I have the ascending and coding of medical stock, new equipment, and then the 'I wants"...

'Yes, I know how a requisition form works,' replied Koz brusquely but with a smile. 'Requisitions are only a part of our work, of course. We also perform routine maintenance. And in the absence of a Chief Engineer, well, we'll be coordinating bringing Faltan up to spec out of my office. So I'll need any maintenance requests as well.'

Hudson nodded. "If there is anything I can do to pitch in, to make the process go faster. Let me and the staff know. Other than that." Hudson lent his eyes to the padd. "You obviously know your requisition forms... What do you think of the LR-118 request? It will enhance the cleanliness of the transport operations onboard. I have found that the system is operationally effective 87% of pathogens."

Since they were discussing operational matters, "It only seems a forensic pathway to some flu's that have been around the station."

Pulling up her PaDD, Koz searched for the requisition in question and quickly scanned its merits. 'It seems fine. But LR-118 will be superseding FN-218 which is our current standard cleanliness protocol. So, it's reasonable to assume we won't be transferring over to it just yet while we get the station up and running and functioning properly. Improvements can then be assessed and implemented. I think that's reasonable?'

"Of course. I wouldn't think that operations would expend personnel during this clean up." He shook his head. "I assume you read reports regarding the intel briefings of the stations detonations." Hudson took a drink and then posited. "Kozrehl. I understand you are not security, however, with regards to station operations. Is there anything we can do to mitigate future attacks of the like?"

'I haven't had time to read the reports yet, Doctor,' replied Koz with a sad smile. She wasn't looking forward to reading them. 'When I embarked on my transport for Faltan, I was under the impression I would be sent to the surface. Things have changed quite drastically.' She sighed, 'from what I've heard, there may be some systems we could tweak, sensor sensitivities to increase and the like in order to prevent such a thing from happening in the first place.

'It would likely mean tighter security around our local facilities, but I hope the rest of the senior officers don't object to it. I know we're meant to be an open and welcoming organisation, but we can't allow things to carry on the same way here.' Koz offered another small smile, 'I'll make sure we have a group set up and running as soon as possible in order to better understand what happened and what we can learn from it from an operations perspective.'

"I have full faith in you." Tristian had smiled. "I am not the station's commander. M'Mira is the lady you will need to talk to. Have you met the CO yet?" Hudson had a slight grin. M'Mira certainly was a character, yet her command and attention to detail were as flawless as was her furr.

'I've met her briefly,' Koz giggled slightly, 'in between a cat nap, unfortunately. She seems like quite the unique Commanding Officer. Haven't got the measure of her yet, obviously, but i'm looking forward to working alongside her.'

"Caitian's are a unique culture. Vibrant, verbose and... Indulgent if not prideful." Hudson stated. He had come to know and understand M'Mira and her ways. "If there is anything ever, which you need help. I am my staff..." Tristian leaned towards the medical office open doorway and windows as he frowned at his male and female nursing staff standing around gossiping "We have a lot of time on our hands as you see." Tristian smirked.

'Surely that's not a bad thing,' Koz glanced towards the nurses then back at the Doctor. 'Means everything is quiet, right? Everyone happy and healthy.'

"I got you on the happiness thing. That, I can't tell. Well." He scoffed. "Bio-chemically. I know if someone could be happy vs., unhappy from a medical standpoint in the corpus callosum. But, the happiness component. That is the Counsellors prevue." Hudson had faintly teased.

"There will be a lot of traumatized station officers, family, merchants, ambassadors to the home world." Hudson told. "I've seen the hallmarks around. PTSD rears itself in many manifestations."

She nodded in response, soberly, 'only time will tell with that, I'm sure. I think in the meantime we should count ourselves blessed that Starfleet puts such stock in Counsellors these days.'

"Indeed." Tristian replied in kind.

'Well, if there's nothing else?' Koz smiled gently, 'I think I have more than enough from you to get these requisitions through.'

Standing up, gesturing in respect the Chief gave a glint of a smile. "Thank you. It was good to speak with you, Lieutenant."

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