01-27-2025, 02:07 AM
The crowd had now grown to include the majority of the Yeager crew, save those overseeing work on the Yeager's systems or granted personal leave; it was the most people she'd had under her direct command with the exception of the times she'd been left in charge of the Gettysburg or Artemis while Tyra was off the ship. Though the crew had expanded by about half over what it had been before, it was still less than she would have hoped; a standard Pathfinder-class carried a crew of 120, which was what Starfleet Command had now assigned to the Yeager, despite the peculiarities and technical mashups that would require an expanded engineering complement. Still, it was better than what she'd had to work with a week ago...
“Apologies for my lateness, Captain. I was supposed to arrive two days ago, but my last patient on the Reyes was going through a difficult labor. I’m happy to say that dad and his six polyps are happy and healthy.”
Jenny turned to see a bulky man with a shaved head and well-defined beard standing before (and above) her. Though he was of less than average height for a Human, he was still a good six inches taller than Jenny, and wore Medical teal; she'd seen his face on one of the many personnel jackets she'd been sent over the last few weeks, but she'd expected him a few days ago. For a moment she struggled to place a name to the face, until she noticed that one of his eyes was an occular implant, and the hand he had extended towards her was a cybernetic replacement; neither had been medical necessity, but personal choice.
For someone who had fought the Borg and seen what they were capable of, it was unnerving to say the least. With a little hesitation, she reached out and shook the cybernetic limb,
"The important thing is that you got here before we left. We'll talk more later; for now, this is a great chance to meet the crew."
Releasing her new Medical Officer's hand, Jenny forced a brief smile before exhaling slowly.
"Whereas I...have a speech to make..."
“Apologies for my lateness, Captain. I was supposed to arrive two days ago, but my last patient on the Reyes was going through a difficult labor. I’m happy to say that dad and his six polyps are happy and healthy.”
Jenny turned to see a bulky man with a shaved head and well-defined beard standing before (and above) her. Though he was of less than average height for a Human, he was still a good six inches taller than Jenny, and wore Medical teal; she'd seen his face on one of the many personnel jackets she'd been sent over the last few weeks, but she'd expected him a few days ago. For a moment she struggled to place a name to the face, until she noticed that one of his eyes was an occular implant, and the hand he had extended towards her was a cybernetic replacement; neither had been medical necessity, but personal choice.
For someone who had fought the Borg and seen what they were capable of, it was unnerving to say the least. With a little hesitation, she reached out and shook the cybernetic limb,
"The important thing is that you got here before we left. We'll talk more later; for now, this is a great chance to meet the crew."
Releasing her new Medical Officer's hand, Jenny forced a brief smile before exhaling slowly.
"Whereas I...have a speech to make..."