SD 241508.15 CMO Personal Log: Doctor C. Landon

Posted on Sat Aug 15th, 2015 @ 7:59pm by Ensign Corrigan Landon
Edited on on Sat Aug 15th, 2015 @ 8:00pm

630 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Midnight on the Firing Line

"I honestly should just retire," Corrigan Landon said, to no one in particular. He was in the crew mess, sitting there, stabbing at a salad that had gone unattended for the better part of ten minutes. He wasn't one to complain, he took life as it came, but going to another assignment wasn't something he had planned on. He spent the last ten years of his life on the Agamemnon; he truly expected to spend the rest of his career there.

It wasn't an unrealistic thought. Those who served on the original Enterprise and Enterprise-A, served for decades on the same vessel - or something like that. What happened, at least this was his thinking, was he got comfortable. The idea of being transferred had become lost on him as the years went by. He survived the Dominion War, and even after when Starfleet was stretched thin, he wasn't transferred. Yes, he grew comfortable.

However, he was an optimistic guy. There certainly wasn't any reluctance on his part, nor was there any ill-will. The Endeavour was a fine ship; the Intrepid-class was a fine breed of starship. It was idyllic for exploration, and it boasted quite the state-of-the-art science facilities. The medical area was small, but a large sickbay wasn't needed for a crew of only one-hundred and fifty people. It would just take time to get used to the new digs. His quarters were smaller as well, but honestly that didn't bother him that much. He rarely had much anyway. He was a man of little possessions, and he liked that.

It meant he could pick up and leave whenever it was needed. He just had no idea he would stay in place for ten years, and even then that didn't mean he acquired anything more. He truly liked a clutter free life. It was how he ran his sickbay as well, everything had its place. He certainly wasn't a hard nose; in fact he was quite the opposite. He treated all his staff fairly, and was quite friendly to each of them. He could be strict, but definitely fair. However, when there was an emergency, he expected everyone to be on their game, and organization was part of that. Medical emergencies tended to be chaotic; it was up to him and his staff to reign in that chaos.

Again, it would just take him time to settle in, to get to know people. But more importantly, it would just take some time for him to get into a routine. Corrigan knew he would adapt rather quickly, it wasn't like he was a fresh faced, brand-spankin new doctor/officer. He had experience; he knew what he was doing. Time, he just needed to be patient.

So okay, maybe the retirement comment was a bit much, and... dramatic. He was still young, he had a lot of years left - God willing - he just had to remember that he couldn't become complacent. That at a moment’s notice things could change. He was a doctor; he dealt in life and death every day. He just had to remember to keep in mind that he wasn't immune to a moments change.

Feeling better now that he worked it all out in his head, he felt much better about this change. He was going to go with the flow, take things as they came, and just go back to living his life like he typically did. Friends would come in time, but his job was more important. He would give his best on the Endeavour just like he did on his previous assignments.

He decided to ditch his lunch, and head back to sickbay. It was time to get down to business.

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Lieutenant Corrigan Landon, M.D.
Chief Medical Officer

 

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