[ussgeorgetown] Waiting for the Dawn, by Rachelle Michaels
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- Date: Sun, 3 Apr 2005 20:47:18 EDT
After her comm channel to the second officer closed with the loss of power,
Rachelle turned away from the unit. No sense worrying that it hadn't gone
through. She had to make sure sickbay was secure and that they got the backup
generators going as soon as possible. She rummaged through the drawer of her
desk for the wrist light, clicking the switch and watching with satisfaction
as
the small unit filled the room with light. Thank goodness she had left the
door open when she stepped inside to update those records. She went out into
the main room, gratified to see that the orderlies already had the generators
up and running. She was doubly glad now she'd requested the independent units
be delivered as soon as she'd been transferred in, insisting that her entire
staff be briefed on how they worked.
She quickly checked in with them all in turn, glad that no one had been in
for treatment when the lights went out. Not that she thought they couldn't
handle anything that came their way, it was always better not to have to in
her
opinion.
After assuring herself that everyone was doing their jobs as expected, she
went to the storage area and began stocking up on things like bandages and
antiseptic. There was normally an influx of scratches and bruises after a
power
loss and she was determined to be ready. She knew that anything she might
need for worse injuries was already in place and waiting, she had just
finished
an inspection an hour before this happened.
Once she was sure there was nothing left to do, she sat down and waited.
When the lights came back on she would be busy she knew. Better rest now while
she could. Her thoughts immediately went to her sister. She could almost feel
the anxiety she knew Angelina would be feeling. The therapist Starfleet had
assigned after the Cardassian incident had warned them all that there was no
way to gauge her reaction to sudden unexpected events.
Frowning, she concentrated. Yes, she could sense something from her, she was
the only one who ever sent feelings toward her. All testing had confirmed
both twins to be psi null yet they still had the unexplainable connection to
each other. She felt the spiking of anxiety, then the relaxation that
followed.
Either Ang had managed to get a grip on her feelings or the second officer
had made her way there to calm her. Either way, Rachelle could relax.
Commander Rachelle Michaels
CMO
USS Georgetown
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane
by those who could not hear the music.
--Friedrich Nietzsche
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