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The Request

Posted on Fri Feb 24th, 2017 @ 1:03am by Lieutenant JG Kathryn Dallas M.D., Ph.D. & Major Goestayva Johnson

Mission: Helpless Shoreleave
Location: Chief Counselor's Office, USS Antares

Chance figured at some point he should probably make his way to the CO's office and talk with her, but things were cropping up. The incident involving the doctor and one of his platoon leaders, now a guy who was suffering some nasty mental trauma based on their previous mission.

Which is why Chance was putting off his own duties in favor of that of the lance corporal. Though, honestly, he wasn't sure how far he was going to get with this mission of his. As an active participant and peer leader of several physical trauma survivors, Chance was familiar with counselors. He still wasn't happy about his time with counselors after his own trauma - nor again when he went to enlist as a Marine grunt after a promising Starfleet career. But in the end, they had been decent people who did good by him. Which he was sure, he hoped, was the same where Alvarez was concerned.

He'd go and speak to the counselor regarding his conditions and limitations and see what he could do for duty for the lance corporal after that.

"Destination achieved," the PaDD flashed across his eye as it indicated the door in front of him. Chance noticed the chime by the office door, but was a bit more old fashioned than that. He went with the knuckle rapping on the door. The knuckle rapping that always reminded him of the old Earth poem. Which, he thought might be apt here - ravens were, like he, messengers of death and here he was visiting someone in their chambers to bring discouraging words. He'll just have to see how this played out. Nevermore.

Kate looked up, slightly startled by the knocking at the door. Naturally, most people used the door chime. "Come in," she called out, the doors opening as usual upon her command.

Chance strolled in, bolstering his own confidence as much as he felt he could without attracting 'counselor radar'. "Hello, Lieutenant Dallas?" he asked, as he looked around the room. "I'm Captain Johnson, new XO of the Marine command aboard the ship. I'd like to talk to you about one of my troops, Lance Corporal Alvarez?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Captain," Kate responded, her attention piqued by his unusual entry. "Feel free to make yourself comfortable," she added, coming around her desk to shake the Marine's hand.

Chance smiled at the old fashioned greeting but then took a chair afterward. "Thank you for seeing me, Counselor, and I know there will be things you'll tell me you can't tell me, and I'm okay with that. But Lance Corporal Alvarez, I think he's suffering from his ordeal and I want to put him to work to help lessen that suffering. Within guidelines of course."

Kate nodded and took a moment to search her memory for that particular name. It didn't take her long. "I am generally familiar with Lance Corporal Alvarez' struggles, but to be completely honest, I'm still getting fully up to speed since becoming chief counselor," Dallas added honestly. "As ACMO, I had my own caseload of counseling patients, but Lance Corporal Alvarez was previously Garran's patient. Perhaps you could tell me what you had in mind for work, and we could go from there?"

Chance took a few moments. He didn't really get into specifics before he decided to do this. He didn't know there was a change in counselors and that there would be a problem getting approval. "Well, how about my aide? So some filing, paperwork, making arrangements. But mostly in the realm of training - both physical and skills. Then maybe some lighter duties like watch standing, escort. Nothing combat related until he's released?"

"All of that sounds reasonable," Kate replied, "but I'd like to meet with him first before I sign off on it. I fully support giving him something meaningful to do, I just need to get a sense of his progress and understand his emotional triggers a bit better. I wouldn't expect administrative tasks to be a problem, but depending on the nature of the training and the lighter duties, there could be reminders in those tasks he'd need to work through first. I'm not saying no, I just want to understand where he's at a bit better."

"I guess that's fair," Chance said, grumbling inside at the medical bureaucracy of it all. "Can I have you make an appointment for him quickly? I'm afraid all the downtime isn't helping him much."

Dallas could appreciate his eagerness. "As it happens, I have an opening for 1400 today. Will you pass along that info to him or would you like me to contact him directly?"

"Why, Doctor, I'll be glad to pass along the orders to be here at fourteen hundred forthwith," Chance said with a smile and as he stood. "It was a pleasure meeting you and I look forward to your report stating his limitations and what I can get him busy doing. Let's just not let it be escorting new officers around Marine Country, he doesn't seem to like that much."

"We all have to complete tasks we don't like from time to time, Captain," Kate replied with a smile. "It was a pleasure meeting you as well, and I look forward to meeting the lance corporal later this afternoon."

"No offense, Doc, but I certainly hope not to be seeing you professionally again!" Chance smiled. "But I'm pretty sure if you did, the billing would put your kids through college."

Kate chuckled heartily. She was used to such sentiments concerning her profession and she appreciated anyone with a genuine sense of humor. "No offense taken, Captain."

Still smiling, Chance headed for the door. "Have a good day, Doctor. Make no mistake, Alvarez will be here at 1400. Though, you might want to prepare for some kicking. A little screaming. Y'know how it is with us macho male types."

Kate just shook her head and laughed.


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