Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2013 13:25:44 GMT -8
While most of the staff was down on the planet, Sig sat down at his desk to catch up on some technical journals. Only partway into the first one, he groaned when a nurse appeared in the doorway.
"Sir?"
"What's up," he asked. She appeared perplexed.
"Well, there's a crew in the hallway. They have orders."
"What kind of orders?"
"For us to abandon Sickbay."
He frowned. "What?!" Rising from his chair, he walked through the empty medical unit and into the hallway where there was a field of yellow officers. One of them handed him a PADD. Sig studied it and then laughed. "Really?"
The guy in charge nodded.
"Now?" Sig shook his head. It actually was a good time, with no one injured currently, and the majority of the crew down on the planet. "Let me get some of my things," he said. They followed him in and Sig went into his office, grabbing his favorite coffee mug, then reemerged and smiled at his staff who had gathered around. "When I became CMO here, I sent Starfleet a rather emphatically worded request to have Sickbay remodelled." He waved his hand at the space. "Looks like they finally listened." He smiled at his people. "Grab anything you don't want damaged and head to the secondary sickbay." Glancing at the workers, he paused, wondering if Starfleet was throwing him a bone after all that had happened. It wouldn't be the first time they did something cosmetic in an attempt to keep someone happy. "How long is this going to take?"
"We have a large crew," the man said. "Most of this department is pretty easily moved. Maybe twelve hours."
"I'll hold you to that," Sig said. Cradling his cup, he walked with the others and took the 'lift to the secondary sickbay.
"What are they changing," the nurse asked.
Sig grabbed a PADD from a counter and tapped on it, then handed it to her.
"Privacy," she shouted. "And a transporter pad?"
Sig nodded. "Now they won't have to transport someone right into the middle of the room.
"Clear line of sight of the patients!"
He laughed. "I take it that you approve?" As she nodded, he began drafting a message to the crew informing them to utilize the secondary sickbay for the time being. Sitting down in a chair, he immediately regretted not bringing his own. Hopefully the workers would put it right back in his new office. Comfy chairs on the Talon got shuffled around secretly more often than Sig liked. He remembered when Yaxley had absconded with it. It had taken about a week to get rid of that hippy incense smell.
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(OOC: You will find the new diagram here: usstalon.com/talon-diagrams.html Excuse the 21st Century wooden chairs. They didn't have Star Trek things in the free 3D program I used, haha)
"Sir?"
"What's up," he asked. She appeared perplexed.
"Well, there's a crew in the hallway. They have orders."
"What kind of orders?"
"For us to abandon Sickbay."
He frowned. "What?!" Rising from his chair, he walked through the empty medical unit and into the hallway where there was a field of yellow officers. One of them handed him a PADD. Sig studied it and then laughed. "Really?"
The guy in charge nodded.
"Now?" Sig shook his head. It actually was a good time, with no one injured currently, and the majority of the crew down on the planet. "Let me get some of my things," he said. They followed him in and Sig went into his office, grabbing his favorite coffee mug, then reemerged and smiled at his staff who had gathered around. "When I became CMO here, I sent Starfleet a rather emphatically worded request to have Sickbay remodelled." He waved his hand at the space. "Looks like they finally listened." He smiled at his people. "Grab anything you don't want damaged and head to the secondary sickbay." Glancing at the workers, he paused, wondering if Starfleet was throwing him a bone after all that had happened. It wouldn't be the first time they did something cosmetic in an attempt to keep someone happy. "How long is this going to take?"
"We have a large crew," the man said. "Most of this department is pretty easily moved. Maybe twelve hours."
"I'll hold you to that," Sig said. Cradling his cup, he walked with the others and took the 'lift to the secondary sickbay.
"What are they changing," the nurse asked.
Sig grabbed a PADD from a counter and tapped on it, then handed it to her.
"Privacy," she shouted. "And a transporter pad?"
Sig nodded. "Now they won't have to transport someone right into the middle of the room.
"Clear line of sight of the patients!"
He laughed. "I take it that you approve?" As she nodded, he began drafting a message to the crew informing them to utilize the secondary sickbay for the time being. Sitting down in a chair, he immediately regretted not bringing his own. Hopefully the workers would put it right back in his new office. Comfy chairs on the Talon got shuffled around secretly more often than Sig liked. He remembered when Yaxley had absconded with it. It had taken about a week to get rid of that hippy incense smell.
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(OOC: You will find the new diagram here: usstalon.com/talon-diagrams.html Excuse the 21st Century wooden chairs. They didn't have Star Trek things in the free 3D program I used, haha)