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“Thank you,” Michah said to the comm duty officer who was patching her through to Lt Amelia Rivera, assistant operations officer at Forrest Outpost. As it turned out, Lt Rivera was no long the AOpsO, but now the head of the Personnel Division of Forrest Operations. This was even better from Michah’s point of view. <BR>
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The Starfleet logo flicked and spun off the desktop of the monitor leaving the image of a pretty Hispanic woman. <BR>
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“Michah! Cheers. How are you? I sure didn’t think I’d get a call from you when I got up this morning. How in the world are you? I see you’re still at New Darwin,” Amelia exclaimed. <BR>
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“Cheers. I’m fine. Just fine. Holding the fort out here on the edge indeed.” Amelia was a friend from Academy days. She had not been part of the Fleet at time, but a consultant in the recruiting department. Amelia had joined the Fleet sometime after Michah left for her first posting off world. <BR>
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“You must like it out there. You’ve been there what, 4 years?” asked Rivera. <BR>
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“Close enough yeah. It’s a nice post. Love the people. We’ve had our share of trouble, but that comes with the territory anywhere you go,” Michah replied. <BR>
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“True. Forrest has been no picnic for a personnel director, unless you wanna hire Nausicaans to tear out and remodel. But you didn’t call to chat. What can I do for you?” <BR>
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“You’ve heard of Challenger’s disappearance …?” Michah went on to explain about McDonald and the Adanvaca, about how McDonald would likely not be offered a position on another ship, at least not right away, but he wanted to stay in space, stay in the Fleet. He was top of line Engineer. Was there a place at Forrest for such an officer. There was an established command team at FO, there was a fine counseling department, since that was a stipulation she was sure they would impose upon him wherever he went. Medical was strong there too and it was still in space. <BR>
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“Well, actually we do. Assist Engineer is open. I’ll need to okay it with Commodore Sheppard at HQ, but barring her veto, I’d love to have someone with his experience,” replied Amelia. <BR>
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“What about your CO?” asked Michah. “Do we need to set up an vid comm interview or something?” <BR>
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“Not yet. He’s on an away mission on the surface right now. Probably be back by the time I get Sheppard’s signature on the deal,” explained Rivera. “I don’t think there’s a problem there. Walker’s not near the micromanager Thompson could be. He trusts his people for daily work,” she laughed. <BR>
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“Understood. I heard Thompson was a challenge. Listen, thanks Amelia. I am forward his file and such now, and I will write up my report immediately and send that along this afternoon. Will that work for you?” Michah inquired. <BR>
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“Perfectly. I’m looking forward to meeting this miracle man. What a story, huh? Wow. I’ll get back with you as soon as I hear something. Cheers Michah.” <BR>
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“Cheers,” Michah replied in their old standard greeting and goodbye. <BR>
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Four Days Later <BR>
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// Captain Oliver’s Office // <BR>
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“Cheers,” two voices said in unison followed by laughter. <BR>
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“I beat cha’” claimed Oliver. <BR>
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“Not a chance. I got it out first,” argued Amelia. <BR>
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“Do you have good news for me, because I need some?” said Michah. <BR>
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“I think so. Sheppard was all over the idea. Thought it was perfect. They were trying to decide how to handle that case without ruining a life. Believe it or not, they do think about such details up there,” Amelia announced. <BR>
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“That’s great! For McDonald, I mean. Terrific. What’s next?” asked the Captain. <BR>
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“Apparently, Walker met McDonald when he was here on a stop over by Challenger just a few months ago. He was very pleased, and okayed it without the interview, unless McDonald wants to talk to him.”<BR>
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“I have to check with McDonald then, but I think he will jump at it. He should. It’s a good offer. If he can’t get a ship again right away, this will definitely challenge him and keep him in space. Could be a whole lot worse turn out, to be honest,” Michah said. <BR>
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“If he didn’t have friends like you, with a heart,” Amelia complimented her friend. <BR>
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“I just didn’t like leaving his fate in the hands of people that have never left the planet.” <BR>
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“I know what you mean. I was one of those till I came out here. It gets in your blood and it boils if you even think about loosing it,” Amelia observed. <BR>
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“Well, thanks for your help, Amelia. I’ll get with McDonald. We’ll let you know as soon as he says /yes/.” <BR>
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“Sounds good. Talk to you soon then.” <BR>
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“CHEERS!” It was still unclear who uttered it first. <BR>
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Capt Michah Oliver <BR>
Starfleet Commanding Officer <BR>
New Darwin Colony <BR>
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Lt Amelia Rivera<BR>
Personnel Director <BR>
Forrest Operations <BR>
Outpost Maxwell Forrest <BR>
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