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That Woman

Posted on Fri Sep 22nd, 2017 @ 7:53am by

Ross remained in the ready room, tending to administrative work, and collecting his thoughts. He had his discussion with Commodore Myers, who basically repeated the same thing he did coming aboard. He needed to know that Bowman wasn't going to be a loose cannon and that he agreed that her dressing down of the Chief Operations Officer was totally unfounded.

He sighed as he looked out the window of his Ready Room. It hadn't always been this way. Bowman used to simply be distant, not overly sociable. He knew her background. Her family had been Starfleet officers probably since Jean-Luc Picard would have been an Ensign. He knew she always had been a little detached from others. Far more formal. Far more serious. Her father did retire as an Admiral. His father did too. In that regards... He understood. The regular and more easygoing officers were probably hard for her to relate to since she had more blood invested in service to the Federation.

But lately? The last 4 months? She'd gotten worse. She was never a "Poker night with the senior staff" type. He accepted that. He knew it the minute she reported aboard his ship as First Officer. She was among the top in her class. Before becoming First Officer, she had been Chief of Security aboard another vessel. She was praised by her former CO as being excellent in tactical situations (And she was). But this Olivia Bowman was not the one who came aboard. He doubted if Bowman herself even would be able to tell the difference.

At any rate, something had to be done. He wasn't sure what. But something had to be. Commander Bowman could simply no longer be trusted. He had the transfer form filled out, and yet something was begging him... Not yet. Let her try and improve her behaviour and if it didn't improve, then he would have to relieve her of duty. He didn't want to be unreasonable, but he couldn't have her going off like that.

This was the worst part of the job in his opinion. He wanted to try and be fair and accommodating and so far he'd done just that. But it was time for him to make a difficult decision. He delayed filling her transfer order out. He wanted to at least wait just a bit longer. His train of thought was interrupted by his commbadge.

"Captain, we're in transporter range of the Yorkshire." Lieutenant Martin announced.

"Prepare to beam our guest aboard. I'll ask the Commodore and Commander Bartlett to go meet her."

"Aye, Captain." came the response.

For this he would go meet her alone. Commander Tang deserved a better reception than the one Commodore Myers got from that damned woman. He adjusted his uniform and walked onto the bridge.

 

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