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Gwen stood outside the Eagle's Nest. She was definitely going to
need a drink after all of this.
"Computer, Locate Ensign Melody."
The computer replied in her normal, cold voice, "Ensign Melody is
in her quarters." Gwen headed off to find the AMO.
Melody was in her quarters since her duty
shift had ended. She was tidying up her room in the comfort of her
homeworld's gravity and thickness of air.
Gwen arrived at her destination and chimed the door.
Melody was quite surprised to hear her door
chime go off. No one had yet to visit her in her quarters since she had
been on ship. "Come in." the sound making soft ripples in the air.
Gwen stepped through the door, and looked around. "Do you have a
few minutes to talk Ensign Melody?"
Melody's quarters were brightly decorated.
The furniture draped with light pastels, the bright flowers decorated
the tops of tables and counters. Melody was dressed sort of like a
gypsy and her feet were not touching the floor. The air was kind of
hard to breath and the gravity was a bit less then what was normal for
the ship.
"Yes Ma'am. Please, have a seat and let me adjust the
environmental controls so you can be more comfortable." She made a
humming sound that propelled her across the room towards the control
panel.
Gwen cringed at the "Ma'am." She really disliked that
archaic form of address. "Please, don't use 'Ma'am' . . . Starfleet
standard protocol is to use 'Sir' regardless of gender. If we are off
duty, you can call me Gwen.
"But, I am here on official business. I randomly read over duty
logs. And, your last duty log concerns me a little."
Melody adjusted the air quality so it was
easier for Gwen to breath. "I'm sorry, Gwen. It was habit." Melody
walked back over to where Gwen was. "I hope I am getting better at
writing them. The duty logs that is. I'm not very good at writing
reports. Now if it's a song you want, that I have not problems with."
Melody sat down on the couch and looked up at Gwen.
"But I guess because you are here to talk about them I messed up
again."
"It's not your writing of logs that concerns me, but rather
the content in your last log.
"There were a couple of things that are relatively minor, and one
thing that is major.
"First, the minor things.
"One, the CMO is not required to be in sickbay when she is on
duty. Unless there is an emergency. She also does not need to tell
any of her staff where she is going. It would be nice, but not
required. That's what the computer is for. All you have to do is ask
the computer for the location.
"Does that make sense?"
Melody nodded. " But doesn't the CMO have to
at least check in at the beginning of her duty shift? I guess my
problem is that she is gone from sickbay for weeks without anyone
seeing her or hearing anything from her. I know she isn't required to
stay in sickbay. And you are right I guess. It would be nice if we knew
where she was when she wasn't in sickbay. And it's my fault for
forgetting the computer's location program."
"I have talked with both Ratch and Lt. Muerta. Ratch
doesn't stay away for weeks. Muerta usually knows where the CMO is.
If you have any problems in sickbay, you can go and talk to her about
them. She ran sickbay for a few months, when the former CMO
disappeared and we couldn't get back to find a replacement.
"The fact that Ratch feels she doesn't have to be in sickbay,
means she feels that things are being taken care of while she's gone.
She obviously thinks you are capable of handling any situations that
arise."
Melody shrugged "I guess it just seemed like
weeks. But as far as what Ratch thinks about me. I don't think she
feels that was. I mean she got angry at me a couple of times for having
sickbay ready to receive wounded during alerts. She said I should have
waited for orders. I don't know. Every time I am around her I feel like
I'm screwing things up."
"I know there is some troubles between the two of you. I'm not
sure what it is. I think the two of you need to sit down and talk
things out with a mediator. Both Lt. Haas, and myself will be more
then willing to act as a mediator."
"She not normal for a Vulcan. At least not
from what they taught us about Vulcans at the Academy. Of course my
problem just might be I need to grow up. I'm not sure you know, but you
probably do, Starfleet made a big exception by allowing me to calculate
my age in Earth years. My by worlds standards I would just be coming of
age to join the academy. I guess my true age is showing."
Melody lowered her eyes from Gwen. "I just don't want to be a
disappointment but, like I told Mal, I just seem to be getting things
wrong."
"I have been informed. And you're right, Ratch isn't like
an ordinary Vulcan. She wasn't raised on Vulcan. She was raised by
humans in a not so Vulcan way.
"We will work around with your age. It may be wise to give you a
mentor. Someone you can talk to and bounce ideas off of.
"I know that Ratch wouldn't be suitable. And, while I know you
like Mal, he wouldn't be acceptable either. What about Muerta?"
Melody looked back up at Gwen. " I guess I
could talk to her. Any other minor things I need to know about before I
learn what I really screwed up?
"If you don't feel comfortable talking to her, is there someone
else that you would feel comfortable with?"
"Its not that I don't feel comfortable
talking to her its just she was the one who informed me that my
relationship with Malachi was inappropriate." Melody stumbled over the
word as if it was one she really didn't have in her vocabulary.
:TBA:
Lt. Cmdr. Gwen Marqusa
AXO/CSec/Tac
USS Eagle
Ensign Melody
AMO
USS Eagle
