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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Jun 23, 2010 21:09:51 GMT -6
Sabina walks into the mess hall. The first thing she notices is Colonel Grant looking tired and holding what must have been his tenth cup of coffee, if she judges his body language correctly.
“Ah, Doctor Jackson.” He said cordially “If you’re up for company, I think I can be ‘diplomatic’ for a few minutes.”
This causes her to raise an eyebrow, Vulcan style. "You have to work at being diplomatic with me? What would you do otherwise, start a fist fight?" She smirks when she finishes speaking, indicating that she's teasing him. She hopes he's still alert enough to get the joke. Allowing him to lead the way to a table, she sits down across from him.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Jul 3, 2010 7:05:09 GMT -6
"You have to work at being diplomatic with me? What would you do otherwise, start a fist fight?" Colonel Grant scoffed, and irked his head backwards slightly at the jest. He was obviously tired, that was something he could never hide, but then again, given his life style and upbringing, it generally resulted in him always being tired as he was always going. However, it was generally his humor that failed him last. He placed his cup back down on the table “Oh, I don’t think getting into a scuffle with the ships Doctor is the best of ideas on any day; who’d put me back together the next time I ‘fell off the wall’.” He smiled, as he relaxed in his chair, “Surely not the King’s horses and the King’s men…”
He looked down at his PADD, and keyed in few commands, again as was a habitual habbit, and then sipped his drink, as Doctor Jackson took a seat. "Well, formalities first I believe. How’s things in Sickbay? The new staff settling in alright? I’m sure it must be nice to have a full crew again.” He replaced his cup on the table, next to his PADD “I told you I’d get you that full staff… eventually… You just need to learn to trust me.” He smiled.
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Post by Ahn Lau on Jul 10, 2010 22:45:46 GMT -6
Ahn is taking a good look around the ship, and along the way, finds herself at the mess hall. She grins and looks around. 'This seems like a place I could cause a stir', she thinks to herself.
She sees the colonel and the chief medical officer talking and veers away. Doctors were usually none to fond of her due to her tendancy to give them lots of work to do. She plops down in a bar stool and orders a coffee. She had a few duty rosters to look over and approve before she could have fun, so she takes out her PADD and gets to work.
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Jul 10, 2010 22:52:24 GMT -6
Sabina looks at him, her expression totally confused, "King's horses and King's men?" She thought she'd learned most of the odd human sayings, but aparrently not.
She shakes her head slightly to dismiss her confusion. She could always look up the reference later, after all. As she sits down across from him, she takes a good look at him. She considers slipping a mild sedative into his drink at some point, but answers his questions without mentioning her own concerns. "You've got nothing to worry about on my end, sir. Everyone is settling in nicely. I've gotten all of the new crewmembers' medical files taken care of as well. It's really nice to have a full staff. I know it's not your fault it was lacking in the first place."
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Jul 19, 2010 18:35:35 GMT -6
Colonel Grant looked at her like she was crazy, as she seemed to question his reference. But, before he could jab an insult at her for forgetting her childhood stories, he found himself momentarily glancing at her ridged nose; he often found that he forgot Sabina was Bajoran, not human. She had such a strong aura of naïve humanity about her, it was something he found he needed to remind himself of from time to time; he must really be tired. So, he simply let it go.
“Well, as things go, everything that happens, good or ill, aboard a Starship the ‘captain’ is responsible for; been that way since Mankind first created the first shifts, and even the first set of military organizations; comes with the job.” He smiled. He’d seen first hand how that both worked for, against, commanding officers. “So, if you would, keep making me look good; good marks are always a plus for ones personal docket.” He laughed, and sipped at his drink again.
He noticed over Doctor Jackson’s shoulder, that the new Marine CO had entered the area, Sgt. Major Lau. He watched her quickly take in the area, like an assassin quickly picking out their target for a swift and sudden kill. Had he not known who she was, he’d have already called for Security and approached her; instead, his security training simply noting it, and allowing him to remain calm and undistracted, as she took a seat and started going over a PADD herself.
He returned his gaze back to Doctor Jackson. “That had to have been a chore, going over all the new crew members files that is; we took on a huge number of people.” The numbers had been high, over 250 new faces were added to The Cold Harbor upon returning to re-crew/re-arm; some due to casualties, other due to being under strength in the first place. Samuel had spent a good deal of time reviewing rosters as well, as he had to replace a lot of the security/marine personnel for the ship, to mention officers, engineers… he found himself mentally shaking his head, as now as not the time to think of such things, as it would wear heavily on his mood/mind.
He motioned to the good waiter for a refill, and then finished off his mug. Then rubbed his nose slightly, a ‘figidity’ move he did from time to time as his mind was shifting gears to a tough topic. “How are you holding Sabina; not the Doctor in you, but you yourself. It was quite an experience you went through on our last mission. Have you been talking to anybody?” He paused as his mug was re-filled, then leaned on his elbows as he leaned forward on the table “I’m concerned; nobody should have to go through that, nobody. A trained soldier or veteran officer would have nightmares for days, weeks, months, hell, even years… You really neither of those; like I said… I’m worried.” He let the concerned question hang, and watched her closely for her response and her body language. He didn’t want to make her more uncomfortable then she probably already was, but he was, genuinely, concerned about her on this matter; that mission would haunt even him for some time.
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Jul 21, 2010 0:00:44 GMT -6
(If you can see Ahn, she can see you. If you can't see Ahn, you might be seconds away from death! lmao) He motioned to the good waiter for a refill, and then finished off his mug. Then rubbed his nose slightly, a ‘figidity’ move he did from time to time as his mind was shifting gears to a tough topic. “ How are you holding Sabina; not the Doctor in you, but you yourself. It was quite an experience you went through on our last mission. Have you been talking to anybody?” He paused as his mug was re-filled, then leaned on his elbows as he leaned forward on the table “ I’m concerned; nobody should have to go through that, nobody. A trained soldier or veteran officer would have nightmares for days, weeks, months, hell, even years… You really neither of those; like I said… I’m worried.” He let the concerned question hang, and watched her closely for her response and her body language. He didn’t want to make her more uncomfortable then she probably already was, but he was, genuinely, concerned about her on this matter; that mission would haunt even him for some time. She stiffened at the question, memories of the last mission coming back, unbidden. Sabina takes a moment to answer. She had been deeply troubled, yes, but whenever she felt upset or scared by memories and dreams, she had thrown herself into her work. By keeping busy, she had learned to cope better. It was a defense mechanism she'd learned as a child. She had thrown herself into her studies when early childhood memories returned- of her parents being taken away, or of the other troubles she, her family, friends and neighbors had been through under the Cardassians on Bajor. However traumatic their last mission had been, she was used to trauma of various sorts. Her other method of coping involved keeping a positive attitude if at all possible."Well... I've been keeping busy. That helps. But mostly... well, I'm used to it. I guess it's hard for you to understand." She looks down, her eyes filling with sadness and pain. "I had to live every day in fear. Hiding from the authorities, who would have killed me and anyone who helped me just because my parents had been taken away. I was lucky, my neighbors could have just as easily thrown me out on the street or given me to the Cardassians and saved themselves the same fate if they were caught. I was even luckier when I got adopted and taken to Earth. After the Occupation, I slipped through the system, because no one knew where I belonged or what to do with me. Anyway, what's one more thing to be afraid of? I'm used to fear, and I'm used to death, even if I don't like either." She looked up at him, no longer able to restrain her own concerns. "Is that why you aren't sleeping? You need to stop worrying so much about us, and worry more about taking care of yourself. Don't make me use my chief medical officer card and relieve you from duty and give you a bed time." She hoped she wouldn't have to go through with her threat, but she could and she would do it if she deemed it necessary.
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