From: Masakog@aol.com
Date: Mon, 2 Jun 1997 01:32:37 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: USS CHESAPEAKE: Calling for Help...
SD 90602.0500
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aCSciO's Office
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MD 7.1200
Lieutenant (jg) Derek Fielding looked at the time
table in front of him, then decided: to blazes with it. He
needed help, and by golly, he was going to get help *now*.
He looked at his lunch with a hungry eye. He allowed
himself one big bite of ham sandwich before entering the
communication commands.
[Mmmmmmmmmm... Fielding here.. this better not be
about any more virus outbreaks...] mumbled the sleepy voice
at the other end of the comm link.
"It's Derek, 'Lisa," said Fielding, smiling at the
rumpled hair standing up on his cousin's head. "Haven't got
much sleep recently, huh?"
[Derek,] came the reply, [I kid you not when I say
that Emerson Davies couldn't have given me more problems in
the middle of the individual all-arounds at the Olympics.]
"Oh, dear." Emerson Davies had been Melissa's
gymnastics coach for eight years; when she had competed in
the Olympics, he had been downright *maniacal* about her
exercises and practices.
[But...] Melissa sat up with some effort. [I don't
think you called me up to shoot the interstellar gas about
my glory days.] There were some noises in the background.
Melissa looked away for a few seconds, then came back in
view, her expression all smiles. The smile became a bit
less exuberant when she saw the pile on Fielding's desk.
[You're not going to *eat* all of that, are you?]
she asked, rather cautiously.
"Knock it off, 'Lisa," retorted Fielding. "I'm not
training to be an Olympic star... and anyway, I didn't call
to talk about my eating habits, either." He took an even
larger bite of his sandwich, just to show her, and Melissa
chattered to him rather incoherently about filoviruses and
Yarita herbs, whatever they were, until he had swallowed.
"Now," said Fielding, catching his breath, "this is
what I need to know... how do you take command of your
department, 'Lisa?"
Melissa's answer was swift.
[Get rid of your incompetent staff.]
"Hey, I can't go around getting rid of my superior
officer!" exclaimed Fielding, then looked around him with
cautious glances. "I mean... uh..."
[Anyway, aren't you supposed to be ASSISTANT?"
asked Melissa. [Or did something... happen?]
"Uh... she got relieved... for a bit," said
Fielding. All he knew was that she was "indisposed";
the orders hadn't been especially specific about *why*.
[Oh.] Melissa thought for a minute. [You didn't
do anything weird to her, did you?] she asked after a pause.
[My *first* aCMO here was Totally Loony... had to demote
him right before the second one came along. He's a dear,
by the way, Dr. Trinkanto... Mathieson, on the other hand,
was a Total Loony... wait, I said that already...]
"Get some coffee," suggested Fielding.
[Caffeine,] said Melissa calmly, [is bad for you.]
She chewed on some carrots she had produced somehow. [So.
You need to take control, all of a sudden.] She thought for
a minute. [Follow your instincts, Derek-boy,] she said
finally. [You got good genes. Follow your instinct. I'm
going back to bed... keep me posted. Love ya... bye!]
Fielding sighed; his cousin wasn't much use when she
was sleepy or hungry... or both.
"Nighty-night, 'Lisa," he answered. "I'll let you
know what happens."
[Oh, and be sure to...]
The link was cut, and Fielding shook his head in
frustration and amusement. She must have thrown her carrot
at the communication terminal and turned it off by accident.
Well, she wouldn't be calling back... it was 0200 hours
where she was; it had said so on her timepiece.
"I'll be sure to do that, 'Lisa," he said to the
blank screen, then prepared to enjoy the rest of his lunch.
Respectfully submitted,
Masako Goto
LTjg Derek Fielding LCDR Melissa Fielding
aCSciO CMO
USS CHESAPEAKE NCC-31813 USS NEBULA NCC-2001
<<NRPG>>
If anyone from the NEBULA happens to be reading: This would
be taking place *after* our rather -- um -- active mission.
So don't worry... she's *not* sleeping on the job... ;)
Amy: Yes, I remember that we have a mission... am going to
send you and Takako the second of that three-parter
tomorrow, as a matter of fact...
Takako: Hope that was "entertaining". ;) Also, if Fielding
*does* know why Murray's not hanging around, I guess
we could assume that he doesn't believe it... ;)
Melvin: Still waiting on the Sereh thing... just the
formalities. Anyway, I'm guessing that Murray will
get her sound insulators soon. :)
Lynnaea: How are you doing???
Fabian: D minus 3... you can make it! :)
Chris: And how are *you*, Chris? How's Catherine? How is
Chris M.?
James: I have an interesting question for you (interesting
to me, anyway...): How do the miners and Corellians
interact? They inhabit the same solar systems and
all, you know...
Naomi: Hope all is well with you... and I hope Galia and
David are doing well, too!
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