#2 A Need Being Met

Posted on Sat Oct 28th, 2023 @ 8:34pm by Captain Tore Bjorgo & Lieutenant Sheyla {MD}

Mission: https://starbasem69.myrpg.space/index.php/sim/missions/id/19
Location: USS NAZGUL
Timeline: current

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As per usual, Captain Tore Bjorgo was early to rise. As an Augment he did not require the amount of sleep that the 'average' Human required. Therefore, he always awoke at right around 4AM every day. After a hot shower and getting in uniform, Tore went out to his kitchen area and began to cook food, placing an apron over his torso as he began to chop and dice an extravagant breakfast for himself. As he did so he had his Captain's PADD laying on the counter top, reading from it to see what had transpired overnight. That's when he came upon the letter from Doctor Yama Ito, his Chief Medical Officer. Thankfully, he had not started to cook what he had prepared since the letter had caught his full attention. He took up the PADD and leaned back against the counter, reading. Doctor Ito had an opportunity to work at a Cold Station for medical research, something that would be perfect for any physician to take part in. Bjorgo approved the Doctor's request for transfer, sending a message back that he wished the man the best, and with Nazgul heading for 69, Ito would be on his way to his new life that much quicker.

Finished reading and writing Tore put the PADD on the counter, rubbing his eyes and face a moment to align his thoughts with ship's business. Deciding on a course of action Tore tapped his combadge. "Bjorgo to Sheyla."

"Sheyla, here."

She did not sound groggy nor did she sound as if she had just awoken. "Doctor Sheyla, could you come to my quarters, please. I have some ideas for Sickbay I wish to run by you."

"Of course, Captain. On my way. Sheyla, out."

Once the transmission had ended Tore went back to portioning what he was going to cook, but this time he divvied it up for two and got started. Grabbing a hand towel he folded it in half lengthwise and placed it over his left shoulder, to wipe fingers and hands on as he cooked. Within five minutes of his call to Sheyla his door chime sounded. "Come in."

Sheyla came walking in, glancing around at the Captain's quarters. Her antennae waved this way and that with her being in unfamiliar territory, a sure sign of curiosity and perception. "Smells good," she said, walking forward a few paces and stopping, not sure how far she should proceed inside.

"It will be," said Bjorgo, half turning and motioning with a spatula for her to take a seat at the long, L-shaped buddy bar. "Please, have a seat. Is there anything you're allergic to?"

Sheyla took the offer and went and claimed a stool at the buddy bar, her head tilting at his odd question, her own brain not putting two and two together. "Not that I'm aware of. Well, aside from morons, no, Sir."

Tore gave a light laugh. "I have that same affliction. Now, if you ever sneeze in my presence, I'll know what you think of me." All this was said as he transferred the scrambled eggs with green peppers, red peppers, chopped onions, and bacon bits from pan to plates. Both held goodly portions, the steam rising and the delicious odors permeating the room. After one plate was ready, he scooped up silverware wrapped in a cloth napkin and turned, delivering the breakfast before Sheyla, setting her utensils next to the plate. "Anything to drink?"

Not expecting to be fed, Sheyla looked up at him with surprise after her eyes took in the food. "Wow, I didn't expect a full breakfast. Thank you, Ca..."

"Ah-ah!" Bjorgo interrupted. "We're at breakfast. My name is Tore."

Sheyla gave a grin and smile, shutting down the word she was going to say and giving a bowing nod. "Very well. Thank you, Tore."

"You're welcome," he said with a smile, taking the pan to the stove top and picking up his own plate. He set his place next to her, on her side of the buddy bar/breakfast bar, but went to the replicator. "So. Coffee, milk, some kind of fruit juice?"

"An ice coffee would be nice," said Sheyla. "Caramel macchiatto."

Bjorgo tapped in the order, then got himself an orange juice and cranberry juice. After delivering her coffee to her, Tore then took up his own drinks and sat down, getting comfortable before placing his napkin on his lap and taking up utensils. They both ate a few bites each, chewing and sipping beverages enough to satiate both hunger and thirst before getting down to business.

Between bites Sheyla paused long enough to ask. "So, what are these ideas you have for Sickbay? You do realize that anything you say to me I will have to take to Doctor Ito, right?"

Finishing chewing and swallowing, then sipping some juice to wash it down, Bjorgo looked over at her with a grin. "Of course. However, circumstances have me at a crossroads. Doctor Ito sent me a letter this morning, asking for a transfer. He has a chance to do medical research at a Cold Station. I approved the request without hesitation, not wanting to deny the man the opportunity of a lifetime."

Sheyla had continued to eat, and once the information about Ito was put forth she set her fork aside and paid attention. That, and she was full, having eaten half of what she had been given. She held her coffee in her hands. "I'm glad for him. Not many Starfleet doctors get such an opportunity."

"My thoughts exactly," Bjorgo agreed. "And, that is why I called you here, Sheyla. I need a CMO, and you are the doctor aboard with the most experience. Your record shows you are capable, professional, and know how to handle stressful situations. Not that I would expect anything less from and Andorian."

Sheyla had taken a sip of coffee, but as he spoke she swallowed what was in her mouth slowly, the cup dropping with her hands to resting on her thighs. "I...Sorry, took me by surprise. Despite the earlier faux pas, I need to do this right. So, thank you, Captain, for your confidence in me. I accept the position with the understanding that it will take me a minute to get things in order my way."

Bjorgo gave her a nod and grin. "That's expected, Doctor. Ito had his ways, you'll have yours." He took up his cranberry juice and raised it in a toast. "Congratulations, Doctor. You are now the Chief Medical Officer for the USS Nazgul. I'll have it in the ship's log before I leave for the Bridge."

Sheyla raised her glass as he did, then they clanked them together lightly and took a sip. "Thanks. Okay, now we can go back to the common parlance, with your permission." He gave her a nod to go ahead. "Tore, just what the hell is a NAZGUL? I have scoured Starfleet records trying to determine how this ship got named. There has never been any personnel with the name Nazgul, nor any animal that..." She saw him start to laugh and did the tongue in cheek at him, cocking her head in a saucy manner. "Okay, what's so funny?"

Getting himself under control, with light chuckling as he spoke and a big smile. "The reason you won't find the source of the name in those files is that the name NAZGUL comes from a set of fiction novels. Here." Getting up from his stool and placing his napkin on the bar, Tore went over to a book shelf, pulling down a three volume box set and returning. He set it before after removing her plate, carrying it to the sink as he left her to look at the tomes.

"It comes from books? No wonder I couldn't find a reference," said Sheyla. "I should have expanded my search." The books were beautifully made, with leather covers and a strong spine and bindings. Made with real parchment. "They are beautiful. 'The Lord of the Rings'," she read aloud. "Sounds ominous."

"It is meant to be," said Bjorgo, now over at the sink and washing the dishes by hand, placing them in a strainer once complete. "You should read them. I think you'll find them quite compelling. Especially the Nazgul, which are in the books, fully described." He finished cleaning the pan and placed it in the strainer, then took off the apron and dried his hands, returning to sit beside her. "There's a prequel to these three, called 'The Hobbit'. A species that is part of the world of Middle Earth. I will tell you nothing further so as not to ruin the experience should you choose to read them."

"I look forward to it, thank you." Sheyla finished her coffee, and instead of letting him wait on her, she got up and took her glass tot he sink, washed it, and placed it in the strainer. Seeing both his glasses now empty, she did the same with his. Coming back, she chose to stand beside her stool rather than sit down again. "Thank you for everything this morning, Tore. But, with the change comes a bit of work and I should get to it. How about lunch?"

Bjorgo stood from his place and straightened his shirt. She really did look good in science blue, the new/old uniform complimenting her frame and skin tone. "Lunch sounds good. I think we'll be at 69 before lunch, but it's a big base with lots of eateries. Until then, Doctor, I have a ship's log to update and a Bridge to get to."

"Fair enough, Captain." Sheyla turned toward the door and Tore walked beside her, escorting her as a gentleman would.

After the good doctor departed Bjorgo let the door shut, then angled his face upward, accessing the computer and updating the log and crew status. Once done, the computer informing him it was completed, Tore left his quarters and headed for the Bridge.

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