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     Doctor Alec Reed, Chief Medical Officer |
Throwing the duffel on his bed, Reed decided he was ready to face the music tomorrow. Marine training: his caveat to Captain Daren's need to have someone take the fall for the fact that the Marines thought too highly of themselves. As contradictory as it sounded, they were too military for Reed's taste. Sure, he could understand the need to fight to defend one's way of life, or one's family and friends. But to devote your life to killing? Much as there were some people in the universe he could do without, Reed wasn't ready to up and kill anyone. No matter how degrading he sounded at times, he was out to ensure the health, welfare, and sanity of the whole of civilization. "No wonder I'm so damn cranky," Reed muttered aloud. Reed was actually somewhat amused by the situation. He only had issues with the way of life the Marines chose, not the foundation training they underwent to get in shape for it. Reed put himself through fairly rigorous physical exercise as it was. A refresher in a more aggressive environment would do him good -- in fact, he looked forward to it. He smirked to himself, resolving then and there to be the absolute perfect model of an officer. He'd follow every order and be as "officer-like" (oh, how he hated that term) as possible. That'd give them something to think about. He was, however, still annoyed at himself. Much as he enjoyed the idea of making a Marine feel like his orders could be tossed aside, he hadn't even remotely realized how touchy the situation aboard Coronado already was with respect to the Marines and the normal officers. He should've been a little more careful before deciding he knew what he could get away with. On the other hand, now he did, which was another reason for his personal dissatisfaction. He had never born his soul to anyone other than his wife before. Exposing himself like that to Captain Daren was...uncomfortable to say the least. Still, at least Daren understood him. Maybe there was hope for the man yet...once Reed had rid the poor Captain of this inferiority complex, they'd get along a little better. The thought of his wife -- his ex-wife, he reminded himself, as he had so many times before -- brought to mind the idea he had been batting around about writing her through this supposed communication bridge. Deciding he'd do best to not argue with himself when he knew the outcome anyway, he dropped into his desk chair and called up the communications relay... ----------- Dear Angie, Hey there, Ice Sickle. Yep, that's right, I'm still alive. Guess you'll have to cancel those celebration plans, or at least apologize to everyone for throwing the party prematurely if it's already too late. Hope everything's as rotten as usual over there. It's quite nice on this side of the universe. Anyway, not much to tell. I'm on a ship called Coronado now. They adore me here. In fact, the doctor directly below me thinks I'm the most wonderful person she's ever met. Imagine that? See what you missed out on? Oh well, no harm done to me. You know, you'll love this -- not long after I got here, I shot down this Marine bigwig's orders on medical grounds. They nearly promoted me for standing up to the bastard. Imagine that? A Captain Doctor. I talked them out of it, though. Mentioned that there were certain people in the universe that would just die if they heard I was doing so well. Anyway, I really don't have much more to say. The Captain suggested that I refine my combat skills, so I talked to those crazy Marines and they invited me to join them in their training program for a bit; give me a break from work and all. That should be fun. Like I said, hope everything is terrible on that side. His Eminence, Alec ----------- Satisfied that she'd understand what he had written, he submitted that to the queue of outgoing mail that was beginning to pile up, and turned towards bed. He was going to have a fun week, no doubt about that, but it was still going to be hard work. With a quick command to the computer, the lights went out and Reed flopped down onto his bed, asleep as he hit the pillow. |