Yeah, I was too since that pic shows it on 3, but the Star Trek overlords have spoken 

I've been writing sickbay as being on deck 4 because that's where that ACTD Advanced Starship Design Bureau linked in one of the first Draconis Q&A posts put it on a saber-class ship. But in the pictures of the layout posted around the beginning if this Q&A, sickbay is on Deck 3.

Which one should we be referencing here?

My money's on Cook. Gotta support my head nurse all the way!

Just posted! And I posted it before seeing what you had named your post here ^
 The Doctor and the Chief are already a well-oiled machine!

((Collab with Altaira))

Stardate 2365.02.17
USS Peregrine; Deck 4 - 0659

Melody stepped off the turbolift, following the computer's directions to sickbay. She noted the markers for the cargo bay and science labs as she passed their corridors and simply glanced at the door to the CMO's office as she made her way. The doors opened with their notable whoosh and she stepped inside.

She walked in to the sight of her staff standing in formation, awaiting her arrival. Often this first introduction to her staff included only a few, or simply the head nurse. This was a welcomed formality, and an assuring indication of the way this staff was ready to be run.

A tall, impressive figure stood at the head of the line, almost meeting Melody at the door. In researching her staff back on the Starbase, she learned both from her record and from personal accounts that Chief Dana Cook was no one to be trifled with in any capacity. Melody held back a grin, remembering the angst in the eyes of some of the junior officers as they recanted their experiences having been reprimanded by the Chief Petty Officer.

Dr. Reine clasped her hands behind her back, skimming quickly over each of their faces, already so familiar to her from her research.

"Good morning, and thank you for your welcome. I am Dr. Melody Reine, your new Chief Medical Officer, and I look forward to working closely with each of you in the days and months to come. Now, I don't want to keep you from your duties any longer. Please carry on and I will be with you shortly to introduce myself personally."

Her dismissed staff broke away to their separate stations, and for the first time since the end of her last assignment, she began to feel at ease. The busy work of the staff, the sterility of each station, everything in its place and seemingly in order; these alone were some of the warmest greetings she could ask for when coming aboard a new ship.

She turned and looked up at her Head Nurse, her hand extended, "Chief Dana Cook, I presume?"

Dana watched the staff be quickly dispersed and couldn't keep a slight frown from gracing her lips, she watched and then turned back to the new CMO as she spoke; she looked down at the hand and then grasped it firmly as she replied, “Yes Ma'am, that would be me.”

"Happy to finally meet you and get this department ready to make weigh. Though, by the looks of it, we seem to be in excellent shape. I assume I have you to thank for that?"

“Yes, Ma'am,” Cook said with a faint smirk, she ran a tight ship and she knew it. Glancing back at the staff as they moved on to look busy, then Dana turned back to the doctor.

“Pardon me Doctor,” she began, her tone showing she was a little confused, “did you not want to meet all of the staff now, or perhaps you wish to conduct your own one on one interviews?”

"That is correct, Chief Cook. As I understand it, there is much to get done, and I prefer not to dally. From what I've heard, you tend to work in that same vein. I hope that that is true," she folded her arms, "That isn't to say I don't appreciate the formality, or that I don't expect it in the future. I do. I would just like to get to work and ready to go as soon as possible. That being said," she said, turning slightly toward the rest of the room, "will you walk and talk with me?"

Cook gave one of her rare little smiles an nodded at the Doctor's mention of “not dallying”. When the doctor asked to walk she gestured to the Sickbay and began walking, “Let me give you the tour of your new sickbay.”

Chief Cook walked the entire Sickbay, showing the new CMO all of the equipment they had available; she didn't waste time explaining any of the equipment, as the doctor no doubt knew and understood the use of all of the items. She merely showed her where things were kept and discussed the state of the medical supplies, which were fully restocked during their stay at the Starbase.

“As you can see,” Dana concluded her tour by arriving with the doctor to the door of the CMO's office, “we have just about everything we could hope for on a ship of this size.” She leaned in slightly and lowered her voice so only the Doctor could hear her and Melody leaned in as well, “and this staff is quite capable, if I do say so myself.”

A loud CRASH sounds out as if on cue, and several of the staff let out a surprised shout at the sudden unexpected noise. The doctor herself straightened immediately and looked around for the cause of the commotion. Chief Cook whirls around and sees Crewman Reynolds standing over a tray of scattered instruments on the floor and looking at the Chief and the new doctor with wide eyes. Cook continues to look for a moment, only raising her eyebrows slightly at the Nurse, before Reynolds says softly, “I'm sorry.” The nurse then squats down and begins to hastily pick up the items and put them back on the tray she had been carrying; others join in the help her accomplish the task more quickly.

“Although,” Cook begins as she turns back to the Doctor, “there is still room for improvements.” She gives the doctor a slight smile and a shrug.

Reine returns her smile sheepishly, "We've all been there before. I like to let my crews know that I expect things done right the first time, as is obviously standard. However, should things go wrong, as they're wont to do," she nodded to the blushing nurse, rising with the tray in her hands, "I ask only that it is resolved quickly and effectively so that we may move along." She turned toward her new office door and stared for just a moment before turning back to Cook, "I suppose this is me. If you'll excuse me, Chief. Unless there is anything else vital you would like to discuss right now?"

"Nothing else for now, Doctor, " Dana said and inclined her head slightly before turning to head towards her station.

"Excellent. I shouldn't be long. Oh, and Cook," Reine says as her head nurse heads back to her station, a grin slowly spreading across the docter's face, "I'm sure I wouldn't provide much more use than a punching bag to you should we ever step in the ring together, however if anyone around here is brave enough to step up to you in a bout, I'd love to see you in action."

Dana chuckled, "That would be good Doctor," she said with a widening smile, " besides I'm sure my opponent will need a Doctor." 

Reine's smile broadened, "Very good, see you soon then," and with a small breath she steps into her new office.

Stardate 2365.02.19
USS Peregrine; Deck 4 - CMO's Office - 1055

Melody sat hunched over her desk, signing off on form after form, as she had found to be commonplace in these days leading up to departure. Her crew really was quite capable, as Cook had mentioned that first day, so that was a relief. She looked up at the time and sighed quietly in frustration. She had hoped they would be well on their way by now. If more than anything else, the doctor hated these moments of stagnation.

=/= Now hear this. This is Commander Silas Drake.=/=

Melody straighted, her ears perking at the sound of their captain's voice. Finally, she thought to herself, feeling the corner of her mouth rise in a small smile.

=/=Effective immediately, I am re-assuming command of the USS Peregrine. As I understand it, Starfleet Command is anxious for us to stop taking up space here at Starbase 118, so as soon as our refit is complete, we will be making weigh. Captain Drake out.=/=

The doctor stood up. Finally, she thought once more, making her way around her desk and out her office door. Chief Cook was already preparing their crew for the departure, and for the eventual arrival of their captain. Reine stopped to look around for just a moment, once again basking in the efficiency her team, before joining Cook in their preparations.

Melody is chocolate cake, everybody wants a slice! Haha jk, just glad to be making up for lost time.

Sent my bit back your way Altaira!

Haha yes! I already can't wait to see how his character develops.

Imagine going 2 plots fast.

That would be so fast.

Thanks guys! And thanks for your help on the collab Eol. Another one in the works with my bad ass head nurse. Can't wait to actually catch up to the same stardate as you all

Whew finally! Sorry for the delay!

((Collab with Eol))

Stardate 2365.02.17
Starbase 118 - 0600

Dr. Melody Reine looked down on the starship that would be her next home, possibly. The Peregrine. Saber-class. Recently court-martialed captain. As lovely a starship as she had seen in all her years as a Starfleet medical officer. As lovely as the several she had cycled through in the last few years alone.

She sipped her cooling black coffee and checked the time as it flipped into 0601, then chugged the rest of it and put her mass of unruly black hair up in a ponytail. She had been on Starbase 118 for just over a week and that was already years too long. Grabbing her bags she turned and swiftly made her way to the nearest turbolift.

Stardate 2365.02.17
Starbase 118; USS Peregrine Docking Bay - 0624

They were always much larger than she expected, these ships. Really, The Peregrine was on the smaller side of average in size compared to the others she had lived and worked on as of late, but that was neither here nor there. As Dr. Reine made her way aboard, her only expectations were on her own staff. She had worked with dozens by now, some worth their weight in gold, some who had only the grace of their own gods to explain how their crews ever made it off their starships alive.

Melody made her way through the corridors to her quarters, nodding politely to any she passed. The hallways were fairly bare, but then it was both early still, and those awake were busy preparing to make weigh in the next couple days. She watched each rushed officer in quiet envy as they hurried past her. She couldn’t wait to immerse herself in her own preparations and get away from this place.

Finally, she stood outside the door to her quarters, took a breath, and stepped inside. From what she saw they were fairly standard: sleeping place, eating place, washing place, etc. If there was anything unique about this room, the few seconds she took to walk inside, drop her bags, and walk back out didn’t afford her the chance to see it.

“Computer, locate Commander Tochi Zai.”

=/= Lieutenant Commander Tochi Zai, now located on the bridge.=/=

Stardate 2365.02.17
USS Peregrine; Deck 1 - Bridge - 0647

Dr. Reine walked onto the bridge eager to meet her new XO. How the head managed was often a decent indicator as to how the body operated, in her experience. He seemed to be finishing up a conversation near the flight control station as she approached, and she stopped to salute as he turned to her…

At the sound of approaching footsteps, Tochi lifted his gaze from the RCS diagnostics that were scrolling across the CONN and glanced over his shoulder. A human woman with olive skin, dark wavy hair, and large brown eyes drew to a stop just a few steps away and rendered a salute. He recognized the woman’s face from a Starfleet dossier that had come across his desk only days after the Peregrine had been tucked in at the Starbase but, at the moment, her name escaped him… We’ll be reminded of that soon, enough, he decided, returning the woman’s salute along with a congenial smile

“Good morning, Sir, as your new Chief Medical Officer, I wanted to introduce myself.”

As the salutes fell away, the newly assigned Doctor followed up by offering her hand. Tochi’s cool fingers folded around it and offered a welcoming shake.

“I am Doctor Melody Reine, and I look forward to working with you and the rest of the crew on The Peregrine.”

“Yes,” the Trill smiled warmly, “good morning, Dr Reine. We’ve been expecting you. Welcome aboard. A moment, if you please?”

Melody nodded and clasped her hands behind her back as she watched her XO at work.

LCDR Zai turned back to the Andorian woman who sat at the helm and pointed at a particular string on the diagnostic display, there. “We don’t like the looks of that,” he informed her, “The angle looks all right but the readings from the torque buffer seem to be a little off. Coordinate with Engineering and see if we can’t get that adjusted.”

“Aye, sir,” the silver haired Andorian responded, her fingers flitting over the console, “I’ll get it taken care of.”

With a nod, Tochi turned back to Melody. “Our apologies, Doctor,” he smiled, “even in spacedock, we seem to find ourselves exceedingly busy. Have you found your quarters and office, as yet?”

She offered another curt nod, "Yes Sir, I've been to my quarters and plan on heading down to sickbay in just a moment.”

“Good enough,” Zai nodded in return, “If you discover that there may be anything lacking in your facilities or if there is anything you might need, don’t hesitate to let us know.”

“If I may, I would also like to congratulate you on your promotion to Lieutenant Commander," she looked around the busy room, thinking of all of the repairs and refit work she had seen being done from afar in the last couple days, "I trust the transition has gone smoothly?"

His smile widened a bit when she offered her congratulations and the spots dappling his temples and cheeks may have darkened a shade; “Thank you, Doctor. We appreciate that.” The Trill’s gaze tracked hers as it swept an assessing circuit around the bridge. The sight of his crew at work reminded him of just how much had already been accomplished since Silas had been taken into custody and, even more so, how much had yet to be done. He was beginning to wonder about how much sleep he’d missed in the last couple of days when Melody’s last question registered in his mind. “As smoothly as can be expected under the circumstances, we suppose,” Tochi grinned, trying to chase the tiredness from his brain as his eyes met hers, again.

Melody noted a brief look of weariness from the otherwise congenial commander and continued, "Well, I've heard from a few flitting about the Starbase that you might actually present some competition for me in a fencing bout. I'd like to extend an open invitation to you to challenge me if we ever find the time. Though," she offered a small, wry smile, "While physical exercise is an excellent reliever of stress, I wonder how the commander will handle his defeat?"

Tochi’s grin broadened at that, then, one brow arched in a quizzical fashion and he chuckled softly as he sketched something of a bow. “The art of victory is learned in defeat, my dear Dr Reine,” he winked, “and it’s only bitter if one swallows it, yes? We look forward to testing your skills. Perhaps later this afternoon if settling in doesn’t find you too preoccupied?”

"I'll look forward to it," she replied, hoping to relieve some of the tension that had been building in her, having been anchored at this Starbase for what felt like much too long.

“Very good, Doctor,” the Peregrine’s XO nodded, once more extending a hand to shake hers, “Again, if there is anything you find that you may need, just say so. We look forward to catching up with you, again, when there is more time to talk.”

"Thank you Sir," Melody said, dismissing herself and heading back to the turbolift.

"Sickbay," she ordered of the computer and felt the lift drop on its way down to Deck 4. The doors opened and Melody took a deep breath before heading down the corridor.

Read the book!

And I am a caster--wilders, I believe, are casters who didn't go to casting school. There are other types.

Haha it's all good! I like them both too! 

I have a half Ebou Dari, half Domani Wilder  

The Wheel weaves as the Wheel weaves.

"So while you may play other D&D games where there are temples on every corner who will fix your boo boos for a few silvers, my games aren't like that."

*burns my campaign setting and all the acolytes in it*

Steam woke up from his short nap with the taste of metal in his mouth and the hope that that nightmare of a mission had all been a dream. His eyes shot open then at the sound of a body hitting the ground next to him, and the all-too-common smell of burning clone reached his nostrils once more.

It was just Brighte.

He pushes himself wearily to his feet as the jackobot interfaces with the garage door himself and the door retracts.

Steam could have sworn he had been in a garage just like this only days ago, but everything before this morning now seemed like an eternity behind him. He wondered if this was because of all the trials he had had to endure with this makeshift team, or if it was some sort of consequence of the electrocution. That could very well be it. He was sure he saw wisps of smoke swirling out of Team Leader's ears as he passed him a moment ago, but that couldn't possibly have been real.

He took in the sight of the contraption they were to ride in to their next destination, and swallowed two more of his pills, praying to Friend Computer that they would kick in. If he started feeling any worse, he didn't know what he would do.

 "BING! Welcome, troubleshooters. I am the new, perfected Alpha-19.87b Friendliness Hoverbot. Please watch your step while boarding." A smirk returned to Steam's grizzled face. The Friendliness Hoverbot really did seem cheerful, much more pleasant than these neophytes.

"BING! Welcome aboard. All mutants are traitors! If you are a traitor, please inform me so that we can reroute to the nearest confession booth."

Steam raised his eyebrows and looked around at his team, waiting for someone to speak up.

No luck.

He took just one more pill for good measure.

"BING!" it continues. "Please designate a pilot for our journey."

Steam shot a look at Team Leader. He looked deep in thought and it seemed like the swirling smoke had come to a stop. Was he actually going to make one of his rare decisions? Or was he going to yell at Steam again because that was the only way he knew how to lead? Tch, he thought to himself, he better not pick himself to fly this beauty.

Typical kitty cat.

In or out, cat, make up your mind!

First, Kith will ask her if they have any knowledge on death . . . waitforit . . . cults. Death cults. The church likely just deals in their churchy things, but they may have some information about creepy, necromantic things. She says death is the natural order of things, so things that defy death ought to be on their radar. And if it isn't, then what kind of establishment is this?! Kith will just be irritated.

Since it's midday, I'm also alright with hanging out and leaving in the morning. If that's the case though, Kith would like to ask around for a library to do some necromancy cult research. She's pretty stuck on that (totally not real life breebles' fascination with cults seeping through).

"CLONE SLAW" bwahahahaha

Imagine my disappointment.

This is what Prime is for though I suppose, correcting small ice ball mistakes.

Oooo nice! Good thing the ice ball molds I ordered for mah whiskey ended up being comically small. Back to Amazon!

*sprinting to catch up* I knooooooooow, I know I know I know. Time management and I are not getting along.

Just got my post up!

#FriendComputerOrBust

The slog back to the blast doors seemed to take twice as long. The inefficency of an ineffectual leader the likely culprit.

And not only that, he thought to himself as they backtracked out of another wrong corridor, but the communications officer had not stopped grumbling behind him since they had received their orders. An incompetant leader ahead of him, and an ungrateful officer behind him. Who else in this group were showing themselves to be the commie traitors they really were? Or worse, how many were a low life, no good, dirty, rat turd of a mutant?

A chill of excitement went down his spine. As his teammates, sure, he'd do a soldiers duty and try to keep the scum-suckers breathing. But if the vile stench of a traitor crept up into his nose any more . . . his fist clenched in anticipation, causing pain to shoot up his wounded arm. The other held firmly to Team Leader's shoulder as they marched forward in the dark. It would be so easy, he thought, imagining the ways in which he could dispose of this guy should he turn out to be an agent against Friend Computer. It would be so easy.

They finally made their way back to the blast doors and an old, yet still remarkably efficient, jackobot appeared on the other side of the doorway.

"BEE-DEE-BEE-DEE-BEEP. Greetings, Team MAO-17859 Dot R-2. I am Jackie the Jackobot. Please allow me to escort your superior intelligences to the PLC distribution center."

Steam snorted lightly to himself. He was absolutely in on the Jackie's joke.

Aaaaand watching the credits as we speak! That was every bit as ridiculous as I hoped and way more goofy than I was expecting, which I'm happy about. I don't know much about the comics but Venom was way more funny than I expected.

Also Eol, the mid credit scene was cool. Did you see the post-credits? They're also great