Captain Órlaith Murphy stood on the bridge of the USS Feuos  flanked by her operations chief, Lieutenant Commander Erin Hayden, and her Chief Medical Officer Doctor T’Lar. 

“It’s a fine first command you got here Captain,” Órlaith said to Captain Farnsworth. “I have to admit I’m a bit jealous. I had to actually make captain before I took the center seat.”

Charlie was proud of her modest bridge. All Raven class starships were small in general, not much larger than a Runabout, but Feuos had a lived-in feel to it. Her command was her own, and she viewed it as a stepping stone to great things and larger commands.

With a smile, she blew a lock of her purple bangs out of her eyes, and nodded to the visiting Captain.”

“Thank you, Captain.” She said with a smile, “I’m proud of her as well. Perhaps someday there’ll be time for me to tour the Crazy Horse, as well.”

“Of course Órlaith replied,  ”though it isn’t much to look at unless you like a early 24th Century astedics.”

“I understand you do not have a chief medical officer,” T’Lar inquired.

Charlie nodded. Leaving space dock without a chief medical officer had not been preferred; in fact it was downright dangerous. However, the sudden urgency of the mission had required that the ship leave immediately.

“Yes, Starfleet pushed up the priority of the mission. They even changed the original commanding officer of the assignment due to the lack of time available.” She said with a sigh, “We have an EMH, of course, but I’d feel more comfortable having a flesh and blood individual caring for our crew. I don’t suppose you have any spare doctors handy, willing to downgrade their accommodation size?”

She was joking of course, nor did she assume that the other Captain was implying such an offer. However, Charlie was intrigued. Perhaps her fellow captain had a suggestion that would improve their situation, that Charlie herself had not considered.

The Vulcan doctor raised an eyebrow at that.   Humans are not logical, she reminded herself. “I should go down to the medical bay and do an inventory.  Our medical supplies are a little low, but if we return to Starbase 86 I should be able to spare adequate quantities.”

Charlie smiled and walked alongside the Vulcan doctor. With an outstretched hand, she offered a gesture of continued company. She enjoyed watching Vulcan’s raise their brows at the concept of implied humor. It entertained her beyond belief. Though she ultimately respected the mental disciplines required to attain such mental acumen, she found their lack of social graces amusing to say the least.

“Please, allow me to walk with you. ” Charlie said with a smile, “We, of course, welcome any medical assistance you can offer, be it in the form of extra supplies, or any suggestions you might have.”

She loved the unity of Starfleet. No one was ever alone in the fleet; no individual ever truly on their own, no ship short changed. They were all family.

T’Lar nodded, “Of course Captain.”

The operations chief, Commander Hayden, spoke up as the quartet headed for the medical bay, “Do you know of any other supplies you need? Spare parts? Fuel? I’m sure Lt. Washington can get you anything you need.”

There was no shortage of things she required, the least of which being a trained medical professional at her ships disposal. However, for the moment, she would gratefully settle for extra dermal regenerators and hypo-sprays.