Required Requisitions Requested

Posted on Tue Oct 22, 2019 @ 7:50am by Lieutenant Nicole Anderson & Commander Cullen Walker

1,394 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Nibiru
Location: DQ8

Nicole came up to Commander Walker's temporary office, stack of padds in one hand and her bag in the other, and stuck her elbow out to ring the chime.

Walker was in the office. He had been given a list of things from the acting Captain. A lot of Operations work. "Enter."

Nicole came in and walked up to his desk. "Hello, Commander. I don't think we've been officially introduced." She put her stack of padds down and held out a hand. "Doctor Nicole Anderson, your CMO."

Walker stood up, "Cullen Walker." He gripped her hand. "Have a seat. How can I help you today, Dr Anderson?" He was right to the point, direct, but still respectful.

"I have a few requisition issues I needed your authorization on," she said. "A few things for Engineering as well, but Commander Torres gets those." She rifled through her stack of padds. "I looked over the specifications for my new Sickbay. The floor tile is unacceptable. Carpeting is going to be essential for both sound cancellation and privacy. Twenty-five pairs of boots stomping all at once is a sound my patients don't need. There are also a few pieces of equipment I need. Supplies are woefully under what I ordered, but Admiral Markus is transferring some station supplies for me." She handed him a half dozen padds. "Here are the requisition orders including the carpeting."

Walker looked at her. "Some of these things, I will have to run by the Captain about. Carpeting and extra soundproofing, I will authorize. However, it will be at the bottom of the Operations and Maintenance List. We will be on mission before it is installed." He checked the system. "Some of these items are coming in on ships due in over the next few days. A couple of these items, you were previously denied for, I will get my hands on them for you. You will have to share them with sciences though." He grinned that Walker grin.

"Oh, that will not be a problem," Nicole assured him. "The Science Chief and I will have no issues sharing." She shuffled through her padds again and found her to-do list, checking several things off. "All right, I appreciate your help. Always a chore launching a new ship." She sighed and looked over her requisitions. "Anyway," she said, snapping her black bag open and pulling out her tricorder. "Please sit back and relax."

Walker was usually very relaxed, "Killing two birds with one stone, efficient." He currently had a cracked rib which would show up on tricorder scans. His mixed Heritage and being descended from a Eugenic would show up as well. He had all of the Klingon Redundant Organs and Systems in his body. "Scan away," he grinned.

"How refreshingly compliant," she said, flipping open her tricorder. She scanned him slowly, eyebrow raising. "You are quite the genetic hodgepodge," she said. "Some familiar details too..."

Her tricorder sounded an alarm and she frowned. "And the reason you're sitting here with a cracked rib would be....?"

Walker looked at her, "Full contact training. I compete at the Kyoga Ryu and at the Mokbara. I train full contact. When I am not on Deep Space Assignment, I return as a Former Champion. What did you find familiar?"

"Other than the stubbornness and stupidity of the Klingon mentality to enjoy their wounds longer than is healthy?" Nicole said, "some genetic markers on your human side. They're very distinctive, dating back to the mid-to-late twentieth century."

Walker appreciated her bluntness, "The Doctors are giving everyone a checkup and are backlogged to hell and back. Combine Klingon, Vulcan, and Human traits, it was logical to sit in my office, get my work done, and wait my turn on the list. Injured or not, work still needs to be done. Yes, I am descended from several soldiers in Project Renaissance. Enhancing Soldiers, not the same as creating genetically engineered babies. This project enhanced soldiers. After the War, my ancestor retired. He and his wife had several PhDs. Their children married the children of other members of the project, the line continued."

"And now the legacy of their greatness is sitting here letting a broken rib fester," Nicole said in a faux-dramatic voice. "Quite touching." She sighed and shook her head, going back to her bag. "Bone knitter," she muttered, then pulled the instrument out. "Sit back," she ordered, kneeling beside him.

Walker grinned, he smelled the air as she got close, and leaned back too. "You're different too." Between his Klingon and Enhanced Human senses, he could tell without a tricorder. The primal part of his brain screamed Mate Potential. She wasn't like him, but she was enhanced. "That legacy teaches me what I can handle. The needs of the one are never greater than the many. I could wait until it was my turn to see the Doctor. My rank doesn't buy me special treatment. I won't make my staff stop their duties to hold my hand."

Nicole fought to not roll her eyes and took his hand, holding it above his head, partially to align his transverse ribs, and partially to make a point. She held the knitter to his chest and slowly ran it along the damaged rib. "How am I different?" she said carefully, not meeting his eyes.

Walker answered, "For one, you aren't afraid of me. For two, your stride and balance speaks to that of someone faster and stronger than Normal Humans. For three, your pheromones smell different. I think your endorphin levels are higher."

"I can also spit fifty yards," she said, giving his chest one more pass. She put the knitter down and scanned him again with her tricorder. "There we are," she said, standing and stepping back. "Now, special treatment or not, if you walk around with a serious injury like that again, I'll break something more tender than a rib. Clear?" She smiled sweetly.

Walker grinned, "You sound like a Klingon Woman but your expression is that of a Norse and Irish Woman." He thought for a moment, "On second thought, your words are just like a Norse and Irish Heathen Woman too." He grinned. He didn't say he acknowledged her statement, same as she didn't acknowledge his statements about her enhanced physicality.

She clucked her tongue in distaste. "My mother would spit on your grave if she heard you talking about me like that," she chided.

Walker looked at her, "Why is that?"

"Well the Irish side may be true, but Norse? Not so much," Nicole said. "As for the 'heathen' part, I don't know if that was intended as a compliment or not, so I'll reserve judgement."

Walker looked at her, "I apologize. The proper Etymology for the word 'Heathen' is from the Gaelic Haedn (Hane) and the Saxon Hedr (Heather). It refers to someone who chooses Family, Tribe, Home, and Tradition before all things, including God, any God. The common usage refers to an Atheist born in a barn." He pulled the Hammer necklace out from under his uniform shirt. "My human family still practices the faith. So a Heathen woman would refer to a strong woman of high quality. A compliment."

"Well, given how often I would leave the front door to our home open, my mother often wondered if I had been raised in a barn," Nicole said. "So I suppose there is some accuracy after all."

Walker laughed, "According to my father, Walker children have a gift for breaking doors that are designed to open and close automatically or on voice command. Apparently, we also don't tell anyone about it and leave the door open. To reduce the issue,he got us enrolled in the Vulcan Academy. Our freetime and fun was strictly monitored and regulated."

"Given your jocular attitude, I suppose it didn't take," she said, wryly. "Well, Commander, I still have much to do, and less time to do it in, so if you will excuse me. It was a pleasure meeting you."

He grinned, "Walkers don't break easily. Other than that, have fun. Next time I crack a rib, I will cut in line instead of waiting a couple of days for it to heal."

"I'll hold you to that," Nicole said, leveling him with a glare, then took her remaining padds and her black bag and walked out.

 

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