The Captain in Check? (RP Log)

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Roleplay Log
18 Feb 2014

A shimmer of transporter energy fills Ops. Senka's precision-point work has not only enabled him to beam into Ops, but he arrives atop the steps just outside the door to the commander's office.'.

Captain cross stands up and looks out at ops.

Senka sees you through the transparasteel viewport that gives you a view onto Ops. He raises an eyebrow, seemingly asking a silent question about coming in.

Captain Cross nods and motions Senka inside.

Commander's Office [Deep Space 9]
Positioned just off the station's operation center, this office provides the station's commanding officer a retreat from the hustle and bustle of the command center outside. The office is dominated by a Cardassian-styled desk. Two low-backed chairs are positioned just inside the room facing the desk, while a high-backed black leather executive chair is behind the desk for the office's occupant. Two control plexes with a traditional Cardassian configuration are built into the desk for use by the station's commander, and a Starfleet computer monitor is atop the desk. A large, oblong hexagonal viewport is built into the bulkhead immediately behind the desk, providing a captivating view of the wormhole.
Immediately to the right when entering the office, roughly parallel with the desk, is a small seating area with a black couch. A half-height book case across from the couch is empty.

Senka enters the office, as though beaming into Ops and being seen at it is just routine.

Cross smirks, "How is the transporter training coming along, Lieutenant?"

"Since I remain alive, and I was able to use it to affect the transport of multiple patience at once last night, I would say that my own training is complete. What remains is to drill Dr. Pryus-Talbot to a similar level of proficiency."

Cross walks over to the window and looks out, "That's good to hear. Have you heard from Doctor Talbot recently then?"

Senka says, "Not in recent days. I recalled her to the station when Commodore Cei expressed a desire to speak with her, but she remains on leave for now. She has a prenatal checkup shortly, however."

Cross nods a bit, "Great. Thank you, Doctor." He pauses a moment, "I did need to talk to you about the orders that you prescribed for me."

Senka nods. "Proceed, Captain."

"I have decided that I will not be speaking with Major Ava regarding the investigation and my... feelings surrounding that," Captain Cross states factually. "I believe it would compromise the command relationship that the Major and I have."

Senka considers that. "Commanding officers utilizing the counseling services of their own assigned counselors is a well-documented practice, Sir," he points out fairly.

Cross says, "Rarely is the counselor also the executive officer, required to carry out my orders without hesitation for the safety and security of the station. If she had cause to question my orders based on something that I told her, that could cause a delay in a rather critical moment. I would rather invoke my right to an alternate therapist. If there isn't one on the station, Bajor isn't far away."

Senka considers that. "That is logical," he concludes.

Cross smiles at that. Who says you can't win an argument with a Vulcan? "Good. If you have suggestions on someone, I will take it under advisement."

Senka arches an eyebrow. "I believe that your people have an expression concerning non-functional timepieces," he offers dryly.

Cross smiles smugly. "Did you have anything further, doctor?"

Senka says, "Since I am here, I wished to confirm your receipt of my report concerning last night's events, Captain."

Cross says, "Yes. Phased lice. It was an interesting read in more ways than one." He moves over to the desk and sits down in the chair. "Commodore Cross and I had a conversation on the topic this morning as well."

Senka raises an eyebrow. "Indeed?" He waits.

"I have nothing really to add to that, except that it was pointed out to me some transgressions from one of our department heads," Cross states. "It puts me in a quandry of what to do to rectify it."

Senka considers, "If I may make an observation, Sir?"

Cross says, "Go ahead."

Senka folds his hands behind his back as the subject of Aly recedes. "Lieutenant Niian may be a capable head of department. I do not know. However, I have observed a repeated tendency for her to assume undue authority in crisis situations. She seems to derive undue enjoyment from ... being in charge, as the expression has it. While I am no psychologist, it suggests some rather interesting things concerning the power of command and her interest in that authority itself."

"That's an interesting observation," Cross states with a slight nod of his head. "Consistent with the reports I've been reading since her arrival."

Senka nods. "At first, I considered the possibility that she was not aware of the subtleties of the chain of command. I myself found it confusing, the mixed chain of command between both military services, when I first arrived. however, I am not certain that is at all the case. I believe she may simply crave command responsibility. Desiring to command is, of course, not harmful as such. However, exercising that authority when one does not have it to the detriment of the operation, is."

Cross says, "How would you describe your working relationship with Lieutenant Niian?"

Senka takes a moment to really think about it. "Mixed. Often, it is a smoothly running relationship. She worked well with me, for example, as we attempted to devise a means for neutralizing the phasic shifting. Many of the ideas were mine, but she ran tests as needed. However," he adds, "our relationship does not run smoothly when she attempts to exert her authority. She entered the infirmary last evening and attempted to inquire why my department had not informed hers of the crisis. I was treating patients and had no time to deal with her persistent issues of territoriality. Finally, I communicated to Alynn," he corrects himself, "to Dr. Astor-Cross that I had neither the time nor a sufficiently respectable rank to deal with Niian's particular issue of territory. She invoked her flag rank and proceeded to deal with Niian while I evacuated patients to the Crusher. It is far from the first time that I have seen Niian attempt to exert questionable authority."

Cross nods as he listens. "I'd like to get all of the reports in before I make any changes, but one remedy I am considering would be a merger of the Science and Medical departments under the supervision of the Chief Medical Officer." He pauses a beat, then asks, "Do you have feelings on that?"

"I am a Vulcan," Senka replies quietly. "I have no feelings on that or anything else per se. However, since I am dually certified in science as well as medicine, in this case it may be a logical alternative."

Cross nods, "Very well, Doctor. We'll see how things transpire. Anything else?"

Senka shakes his head. "No, Captain. I believe that is everything of note. Regarding your options for alternative psychotherapists on Bajor, I believe Major Ava may have more contacts than I. She may be able to give you a better reference."

Cross nods and had already figured as much, if he weren't planning on completely blowing off the therapist recommendation anyway. "I understand. Thank you, Lieutenant."

Senka nods and makes a quiet exit.

Cross goes back to work.

Duty Office - Station Infirmary [Deep Space 9]
The spacious office combines both functionality and elegance. An oak desk bearing an engraved caduceus, the emblem of Starfleet Medical, holds the desktop terminal. Two chairs, adjustable according to the body-type parameters of a number of different species, sit before it. The walls are lined with plates containing texts handwritten in a variety of calligraphic styles, while a modest bookshelf contains a number of medical texts, historical works and works of literature in several languages: Betazoid, Rihannsu and Vulcan among them. A coffee maker sits off to one side of the office in a small seating area containing a loveseat, a chair and a low table.

Alone in his office, Senka sits behind his desk, fingers steepled before him, reflecting on the conversation he just had, or certain aspects of it anyway. Finally, "Computer, access Galactic Alliance Psychological database, cross-reference to Starfleet Medical Database." "Working. Link established." "Species cross-reference, Terran. Access all relevant psychological studies concerning the methods and means of preverication. Transfer the material to this station." "Acknowledged." Senka begins to read.

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