Checking In

Posted on Fri Apr 6th, 2018 @ 10:02pm by Commander Vox Templar & Commander Caressa Melanick

Mission: Shore Leave
Location: Deck 4 - Sickbay

Vox strolled into sickbay and stopped abruptly in his tracks to observe what looked like a medical experiment being conducted by a doctor and some support staff. Green goo was completely out of his experience. He tilted his head slightly before shaking it clear and heading to the chief's office, which looked open. Nearing the door frame, he leaned against it softly and rapped his fist along the side.

Caressa looked up from over her desk. Her eyes lit up. "Commander Vox!" The 6 foot tall part Romulan standing in her doorway. " Its so nice to see a friendly face. Two questions. How is Stacey? and what brings you to my office. Most people avoid me at all costs." She stood and pointed to the chair in front of her desk.

Vox sat down and let out a contented sigh. "I just spoke to her, as a matter of fact. It's the first time since we returned to Federation space. She's doing fine. Kevin is keeping her on her toes as he approaches high school soon." He tugged on his uniform front. "And I'm here because I learned many years ago to give everyone a fair shake. I don't hold any personal or professional misgivings towards you." He skipped a beat before quipping, "And you're charged with saving my ass if anything comes up." He gave her a small smile.

"I am become very adept at saving ass, everyone's including my own. I do whatever is necessary. Thanks for giving me a fair shake. Since my return on board with all the issues. I am assuming you know. Its been difficult at best." She started to look down, but then decided she was a strong woman no looking down. " I cant believe that Kevin is starting high school. Star Fleet Academy is just around the corner." She kicked back in her desk chair and pushed back away from her desk.

Vox nodded and pointed with an index finger at his ocular implant. "Some have more technical asses than others."

She rolled her eyes. " Always the smart ass" ::shaking her head::

He stood up and headed for the door. He wouldn't want to keep her during duty hours. He glanced ced over his shoulder as he quipped, "I'll pencil you in for my annual physical sometime." As if it were his choice to do so and not hers. He smirked to himself and reentered the hallway.

Cmdr. Vox Templar
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Mercutio

Dr. Caressa Melanick
Chief Medical Officer
USS Mercutio