Captains and Caitains

Posted on Sun Apr 10th, 2022 @ 8:59am by Lieutenant F'Arra MD & Captain Calypso Skyie

Mission: Pirates! (Or Yo Ho Ho And A Bottle Of Yum)
Location: Sickbay

ON

Dr. F'Arra sat in her new office. Well, not exactly 'hers' per se. She was only assigned as the Assistant Chief Medical Officer. However, with no actual Chief on board, that duty, and the office, fell to her.

There was a lot of work that went into a new assignment. Medical records to check - at least she knew that three were up to date, having completed them before the transfer took effect. The first on her list was always the most interesting. The Commanding Officer. There were always holes, CO's tried to dodge almost anything medical, or so it felt. This one though... F'Arra read through the report. "Captain Skyie. This is Dr. F'Arra." Her signature gravel called out as she tapped her commbadge. "Could you come down to Sickbay please?"

The message came just as Cally was returning a volley in the holodeck, which went almost straight off to the side as she mishit it and swore to herself. The program was set to an easy setting so as not to stress her body out as much. She growled at the computer, but kept her voice nice and sweet, "Now's a bad time, Doctor, perhaps we can reschedule this unanticipated request?"

"It concerns the well being of a member of the crew." F'Arra replied, picking her words carefully. "I'm concerned someone is pushing themselves too hard, and wanted to discuss with you, as Captain."

Concern crossed Calypso's face, racquet lowering as she shook her head. Who could it be? Was Faith having another crisis of conscience? Natalya was off on her mission, Alex. It HAD to be Alex because he was trying to push himself as hard as possible to turn into the XO she needed badly. "I'm on my way." She didn't even stop to change into uniform, sticking in her tennis outfit as she left the holodeck, making a beeline for sickbay, getting through the door in nearly record time, "Doctor? Who is it? What's wrong with them?"

F'Arra came out of the office, with a labcoat thrown over her uniform. "They were injured, quite seriously, in the line of duty not too long ago. Since the Chimera has lacked a proper medical officer, this person has been not coming in for proper check ups." She pointed at the nearest bio-bed, pulling a medical tricorder out of a coat pocket. "Sit, please."

Cally stopped dead several feet in, one hand fiddling with the wristband on the other wrist as she recognized the trap at last. A fish-inspired face came up in her mind and announced that little fact in scathing words as she took one half-step back towards the door, "Um... Tell you what, if you get me a name, I'll make sure that they find their way here at some point in the near future?" It was a gamble, but was her best chance.

"Name? Captain Calypso Skyie, Commanding Officer." F'Arra's cat-like digit pointed again at the bed. "Sit." It wasn't a request, but neither was it an order... yet.

'Shit.' The look on Cally's face said even though she didn't voice it specifically, and she took another half-step back, "I, um... Need a shower first. I'll be back after that?"

A soft growl came from the doctor. "In light of the fact we don't have a Chief Medical Officer, that falls to me, as the Assistant. I know when someone is about to run. Take a seat, Captain. That's an order." There, she said it.

And that was that. Yes, this doctor was brand new, Cally had requisitioned her by name to the Commodore after the whole Faith/David debacle, but she was fitting in. Fine. All right. The Captain exhaled as she stood straight, reaching down to straighten the white skirt, brush down her white shirt and check to make sure her ponytail was proper, "Certainly, doctor." She strode confidently over to the biobed and sat down on the edge of it.

"I've dealt with difficult Admirals." F'Arra said with a smile, running the sensor slowly from Cally's head downward, eyes on the tricorder in her hand. "How are you sleeping lately? The same five hours as most Captains?"

"Without my seven hours a night, I'm halfway useless." Cally offered a chuckle, "Okay, I'm sometimes up later than I ought to be, but I make up for that usually with a good exercise routine. A morning swim doing some laps, sometimes some running, tennis." She wiggled a wrist to show off the wristband, "I wear myself out so that sleep is rarely a problem." The doc was only asking about the sleep, not the dreams she had.

F'Arra glanced at Cally and frowned slightly. "You have to wear yourself out to be able to sleep?" The doctor asked. "Do you find it hard to sleep without training for half the Academy athletics team?"

"I've been a very physically active person my entire life." Cally admitted, "I was a rather... Sporty kid, was in the top hundred on Betazed for tennis. Doing something like this just really gives me something to let my mind not focus on the day-in-day-out worries of being a commanding officer, sometimes it even gives me ideas on how to handle situations. Relaxation technique... On steroids, essentially."

F'Arra nodded, returning to the scan. "Deep breath in, hold for five, and let it out slowly?"

Cally nodded back slightly and did as directed, then repeated it twice more at the Caitian's direction, finally released from it, "I'll admit, the shoulder is still aching more than it used to, but the leg and the gut are nearly back to a hundred percent."

"Rotational joints - shoulder, wrist. They take longer to heal, because of the more range of motion being put on it." F'Arra replied. "Have you been easing yourself in? Or did you jump straight back into the deep end?" She had to admit, the Captain was in fine shape, her injuries aside.

"Started off with light swimming, progressed for strength training, then worked in the tennis, still on easy-mode with that. Besides, I'm a righty and it was the left shoulder, so less of a strain on the court." She held up both hands in surrender, "I know, I know, less doesn't mean none and it can still be a lot, but I'm not going to actively re-injure myself if I can help it. I've had arm, shoulder and leg injuries before."

F'Arra nodded, and closed the tricorder. "Okay. I wanna check you out once a week from now on, till I'm satisfied. No arguments, and no brushing me off. I'll have you dragged in." F'Arra grinned, it was a joke, until it wasn't.

"Only once a week?" Calypso asked incredulously, "I think I can handle that, no arguments, but mind if we do them early in the day just to get them out of the way?" She gave a sly smile, "You play any sports? You could call it oh... Examining my recovery in the first person interaction?"

"Give me a week or so to get back into Racquetball, and I could probably give you a game." The Caitain grinned at her. "Not had an opponent for awhile, so a little rusty."

"Haven't played that one." Cally grinned, "So you're going to have to bear with me while I learn it! As a reward for being a good patient work for you?"

"Sure, you come in once a week, and I'll even help you pick it up. Shall we say 0700 a week from today?" F'Arra was glad that this woman could be agreeable. She was fine with working around the Captain's schedule, as long as the captain held up her end as well.

Calculations went on behind Cally's eyes before she nodded, she could still get in her morning swim and review a couple things before popping in, "I think that should work just fine." A devious smile crossed her lips, "Maybe I'll even get together with you before then, after all, it's always a good idea to get to know the person who may have to cut you open and fix you, isn't it?"

F'Arra just grinned at the older woman. "0700. One week from today." She confirmed with a bid, and watched the Captain leave.She hoped all of the crew wouldn't be as stubborn to come in. Though, a part of her did like the challenge.