Summary: Eve has to learn some protocol the hard way.
Date: 94 ACH
Related Logs: After Breaking and Entering and Rules of the Game, and before Loyalties

Chief Medical Officers Office Genesis - Deck 13
94 ACH 23797 Souls

The office of the Chief Medical Officer is a small room, used mostly for consultations and review of sensitive patient materials than the paperwork of the Medical department, which goes through the Naval Administrative offices. Still somehow it has file cabinets along one wall stuffed full of papers, two chairs in front of a desk behind which a large leather chair is set. On the desk sits a computer terminal.
Sitting on the file cabinet is a Rod of Asclepius carved from two different types of wood. The rod is made from lighter wood, while the snake is darker. The eye of the snake is inlayed with tiny crystals so that it sparkles in the light. It stands on a smallish pedestal with a legend: Do no harm to thyself nor to others.

Sickbay, of course, is in high gear getting ready to depart. I's dotted and T's crossed everywhere, supplies being checked and re-checked, personnel being shifted. Zaharis' office isn't safe from the storm, the stacks of work on his desk having mated and spawned all over the place even as he works on cutting the load back down. When someone knocks he calls out shortly, "Come in."

Eve opens out the door without a hint of trepidation she'd normally show. In fact, she's already speaking before she's fully in the door. "I know what you're going to say, but if you just don't say it, then we won't have this conversation, I won't have to cry, and you won't have the headache."

"Really." Zaharis folds his hands on the desk, looking at her expectantly. "What am I going to say?"

Eve sighs as she closes the door fully. "I don't know. But it can't be good." She assures him with a frown, having spotted him going into the Commander's office, and in light of the impending radical departure orders.

"No, Lieutenant." Zaharis replies, matter-of-factly. "You walk in here informing me that you know what I'm going to say. Obviously you have enough of your own notion to justify you being a smartass before you're even through the door. So enlighten me. What am I going to say."

Eve sighs and looks to the ground. He's in one of /those/ moods again. "I assume the Commander informed you that he's recended his order for me to be moved to the Carina, as one of the pregnant personnel. He's allowing me to stay, I assumed you wouldn't be pleased with that news, and would have had him change his order yet again." She mutters. Then adds a, "Sir." She just really needs to stop assuming their friends, its easier that way.

"He's allowing you to stay?" Zaharis raises an eyebrow. "Well that's news to me. And from what the Commander told me when I inquired about it, it would be news to him as well, considering he informed me that you will be off this ship in 72 hours."

Eve glances up at that, eyes widening. "That's not what he…" She shakes her head, looking off. "He lead me to assume. How foolish. I suppose that was only to get the irritant off his back. I'll leave Saint Germain to believe that was the edict as well. I'll make sure he's onboard, then I'll have to try and slip back off with the last transport off." Eve swallows down the emotion in her voice. "My apologies, sir. What did you wish of me."

"You might try being a little less flip, Sloan." Zaharis' voice is not friendly. "May I ask you exactly when in your military service that you became a Colonel?"

Eve's gaze returns to her feet. "I'm sorry, sir. I will not talk out of place again." She doesn't sound angry or 'flip', she just suddenly sounds very defeated. "I am…" And at this rate always will be, "A Lieutenant in the Colonial military, never having attained the rank of Colonel, sir."

"Yes, that's what I thought." Zaharis looks at her face, coldly. "So explain to me, because both the Commander and I tried and tried and…I have to tell you, we couldn't figure it out. How does a Lieutenant have the utter and complete frakking audacity, upon hearing something she doesn't like, to bypass three ranks in the chain of command and barge in on the Commander of the fleet demanding her way?"

Eve raises her head to find a spot on the wall just behind Zaharis' head, her body is at attention. "Because if I wasn't there, Saint Germain would likely have done something he would have regretted. Being that there is no wing leader, no CAG, currently. Saint Germain reported to the next available in the Chain of Command which happened to be the Commander. There was no demand made, merely a request for a consideration. I don't want to stay onboard the Genesis when ordered off, what I want is for the fleet to lose a Viper pilot…when there are so few left…because he'd chosen to stay with his pregnant girlfriend aboard the Carina. Sir."

"Ah," Zaharis nods. "So it was your sense of altruism that led you to believe that you are so high and mighty that what you want overrules every basic tenet of serving in this fleet. That you can even begin to believe you were justified, Sloan, is all I need to know. The Commander informed me that in his opinion you have absolutely no respect for authority, particularly me, and I think you have readily confirmed it. And that you believe the Commander would undermine the authority of his department heads because a Lieutenant jumped chain and wanted his consideration says a mountain. I am speechless."

Eve doesn't even bother with tears this time, she'll likely just store them up for later. "I apologize that is how it came across, and did not mean to demean you or your position in front of a superior officer. As far as the Commander should be concerned, I don't exist anymore. I won't make waves for you to tend to again. Within the appropriated time, I will be off the Genesis as previously appointed before I was overcome with my delusions of grandeur."

[Intercom] Emergency! Emergency! Medical to CO's Quarters
[Intercom] Major Zaharis to CO's Quarters! Major Zaharis to CO's Quarters!

"See that you do." Zaharis stands up as the intercom goes off. "Because frankly, Sloan, someone who behaves like this, I regard as a danger to this fleet. So if you ever want to set foot on this ship again, I suggest you do some serious thinking. You're dismissed." He motions Eve out with a sharp motion, picking up his kit.

Eve leaves after snapping a sharp salute.

Eve leaves for Sickbay [o].
Eve has left.

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