The War

Posted on Mon Oct 5th, 2020 @ 8:04pm by Commander Samantha Howard

Mission: Sabotage
Location: Sickbay

Dr Samantha Howard had spent the morning reviewing what crew were required for their annual physicals. Typical of most people the Washington's crew were no different and tended to avoid such things like the plague. No-one wanted to know if they had gained a kilo or two, lost muscle mass, weren't eating the right foods or had some underlying problem - the exact reason physicals were annual. It also created a new baseline for each person's medical file in case something were to happen to them and they required medical attention.
She began booking appointments but her routine was interrupted by a blood curdling scream from the rear of sickbay.

Instinct kicked in along with a hefty dose of adrenaline, tricorder and medkit in hand she bolted towards the sound, as did the majority of her staff. Dr Perrim stood shellshocked, his face a quivering mess.

" Easy Doc...." Sam stepped forward, a calming hand raised so she could ascertain exactly what was the problem. In Perrim's very shaky hand was a memo from the ships XO.

" He.. he... he can't!" Perrim whimpered, handing over the padd and dissolving in a very ungraceful pile of snot and tears. Eww.

Sam read the padd and smirked - it seemed Jon was after some retribution after the previous missions altercation. Two could play that game.

" Perrim, I understand whilst this may be official, it hasn't been approved by your direct supervisor - me. And even if it had been - which I can assure you it has not - there are a number of ways retribution can be had. Now calm your snot and pick yourself up of the floor so we can plot this out" Sam retorted, hands on hips. Jon had won the first round, she would make damned sure she won the second. His physical was one of those that were about to fall due. The timing would be perfect.