Setting a New Pace

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Setting a New Pace

Computer, begin personal log: John T. Pace

 

What a week! I arrived on Camelot station just hours before I was to report for duty on the Excalibur, and found out I would instead be serving on the Union temporarily. Having never stepped foot on an Excelsior class vessel, or never getting a chance to study its layout, I was for lack of a better word, lost. It was fairly hectic on the ship, considering we were about to depart the station, but I ran into a few nice crewman who pointed be in the right direction.

 

I met my direct superior officer, Lieutenant Commander Dr. Ruth Wydown, the Chief Medical Officer, who seems nice enough. I also met a few of my colleagues: Lieutenants Dr. Maryse Dubois and Dr. B'Etor Patterson. I'm not sure how I feel about them yet. They seem like good people, but Dr. Patterson can be intimidating on a first impression.

 

I have yet to meet with either Commander JoNs or Captain Corizon. In fact I reported for duty to the XO via communicator. They must be busy people. Although my starship service has been minimal, I like to know the people who will be ordering us into dangerous situations, and sending injured crewman down to sickbay.

 

My new quarters are small, but well enough. I have one bunkmate, a fellow from Security (whose name escapes me at the moment) that I have only seen once, because he works the graveyard shift. It's always humbling (well at least to me) to see all of my possessions packed into a room no bigger than a shuttle. Sadly, I had to leave my piano on Earth. No room for it here on a starship. I keep meaning to replicate a smaller keyboard that I could keep in my quarters.

 

For the medical staff, the last three days have been busy with organizing sickbay the way Dr. Wydown prefers it. I'm glad, because it has given me the chance to find my way around sickbay, and become more comfortable with it.

 

Yesterday, I ate in the mess hall, and decided not to take a book with me this time, and instead try and meet some of the crew. I sat with three crewmen: one from the science department and two from engineering. I have never been good at small talk, but have been trying to improve my social skills, as well as my bedside manner.

 

We are now 24 hours out from our objective, this downed Scorpiad vessel. When I get the time, I need to read up on the Scorpiad, seeing as I know little about them.

 

Computer, end personal log

 

Edited June 28, 2009 by Pace