I watch quietly as several of the officers make their way in. I get the feeling that they are happy to be out of their rooms. If that's the case then my punishment is working. The pleasant aroma of the food seemed to be grabbing their attention. I stand alongside the serving bar that separated the kitchen from the dining area, one hand braced on the counter-top and the other on my hip. With a mostly blank, but more relaxed than before, expression I look over the two that had asked what would be for dinner.
Chris, a man with a plagued past. I could tell he had on a face, almost like a mask to hide behind. But I couldn’t blame him since I lived behind such a mask. But beyond anything in his past that he was hiding it was plain to me that there was something immediate that he didn’t want me or the others to know. My guess, he’s drunk off his ass and trying to work through it. While I’m not fond of my officers getting drunk he isn’t on duty and was confined to his room, so I won’t be mad about it. Unless it’s a problem in the future.
Hunter, a young man with a lot to learn. His attitude could nearly be described as bouncy as he entered the room. The smirk on his face told me he was probably making some witty remark in his head. The lock down for the day didn’t seem to dampen his mood to much. Though I’m not a fan of his casual way of addressing me.
“Last time I checked I didn’t have the equipment needed to make me a Sir. So I suggest you call me ma’am or Commander instead.” I say dryly to Hunter. I then turn my attention to no one in particular.
“I’m having roast beef, mashed potatoes, and green beans for dinner. You are all having whatever leftovers from the past week all thrown into a pot and made into some kind of soup. Again, you can thank all those who made a scene earlier.” As I hear the commander tell us what we’d be eating for dinner my head fell onto my crossed arms on the table. Those idiots earlier had to go and make a scene. Because of them we’ve had to stay in our rooms all day, will be cleaning the whole time we’re on this ship, and now even our food is messed up? They are so going to pay for this. No, no, no. I don’t need to be thinking like that. I’m the medical officer, I’m supposed to help without biased. Though that doesn’t necessarily mean I have to be nice about it…
I hear someone sit down across from me and I look up. I had been given notes on everyone in the team, mainly just their basic medical history in case I needed to treat them differently than I usually would. Those notes also included names and pictures so I’d know who was who. If I remember correctly this was Sergeant Abbie Kaapo Laukkanen. Several medical facts about her flashed through my mind but I pushed all that aside.
“Hi, I’m Brandy.” I say with a smile.
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