This is Doctor Smithfie… I mean, Captain Smithfield. I was previously stationed as the Chief Medical Surgeon for the fleet’s hospital ship. Though due to circumstances I’ve been reassigned as the Chief Medical Officer of the USS Sanctuary, while simultaneously being promoted to Captain rank. What a joke! Is this military so desperate for personnel, that they promote a civilian doctor to Captain? If this is truly the case, we’re in worse shape than I thought…
A few days after being stationed to the USS Sanctuary, we were boarded by The Enemy; I can’t deny that I was scared, but nobody said anything so I guess I hid it well enough. They breached fairly close to the Medical Bay entrance, but of course they would. I mean, it’s my first week why wouldn’t the alien intruders attack my position? That’s just my luck. I can train and train in a target range for years, but I was so scared when live combat came. But to my surprise, I didn’t freeze up at all, I didn’t even flinch. In fact, I ran out in the middle of combat! When I saw that man get hit, I just couldn’t… Something inside of… I knew what had to be done, and I did it. They said it was reckless, but I say it was my responsibility.
After I tended to some dumb brute’s crystal wound, I was radioed to the engine room to help with the wounded. This dumb brute was a trigger happy marine, who foolishly ran out in front of the enemy with no cause other than to shoot the aliens… I suppose I should thank him AND his recklessness though, I’m not sure if I would have been able to gather the wounded without him as a distraction. When securing the engine room, I was in charge of the battle commands; something that I’m still far from used to. But perhaps with time I can better fill my new role as Captain.
With the engine room secured, and the wounded tended to we receive new orders for investigating a research lab; that supposedly held element zero, a crucial ingredient for our jump drive… or something, I don’t know, engineering isn’t my expertise. I just went because it was ordered of me, and from the sound of the mission I knew it wasn’t going to be a walk in the park. “Investigate a classified military intelligence facility,” yeah that has “walk in the park” written all over it.
So there I am, on the Nemitz, with little to nothing as far as research equipment goes. Nevertheless I attempt to continue my experiments on the biological compound that oozed out of the enemy. While doing this, some turbulence knocked a desk lamp onto my experiment! I was furious, until I saw what happened… the specimen moved, but not only that, it was crawling across the floor! I quickly put a glass jar over it, and capture it. I examine it for hours before it finally dissipates back into its gelatinous form. I had to know if this was just a freak occurrence, or if this happened every time. So I went and got an engineer to rig up a secure container that could pass through it, amps and volts. He seemed puzzled but I couldn’t tell him what I was doing, I knew my ranking officers wouldn’t approve; but I had to find out, not for my own curiosity but for the sake of science and knowledge. The brutish Marine was stationed as my bodyguard, and watched everything I was doing; surprisingly even chipping in a few decent ideas. A few more experiments found that the substance did indeed react to volts, but when I applied amps; it grew a crystalline shell, and became hostile. Ignoring every intellectual fiber in my being I shouted “Shoot it!” We both fired upon the creature before it escaped, but explaining the plasma smoke was another matter. I pulled rank to get the questioner to leave, so looks like this whole Captain thing might work to my advantage after all.
After all this, we get to the planet and upon approaching the asteroid we’re attacked by space pirates. I don’t have any training in space combat, but I wanted to help and we didn’t have many crewmen available; so I hop in the gunner seat. I figure, it must be just like any other gun… just way, way bigger. So I’ll just do the same thing; line up the cross-hairs, point, and click. Seems simple enough, I watch all my comrades’ projectiles fly past the ship, and then I pull the trigger. A direct hit! My first time too! I was so excited, I pierced a hole directly through their ship… but then I realized, I’m probably going to have to treat all those wounded; I mutter “shit,” under my breath as I head toward the bridge. We take on the refugees, and I tend to their wounded.
Later we find a way to the asteroid, past it’s self defense system. After some negotiations with the AI, we find that there’s a planet based command center that we need to infiltrate in order to get the needed information inside the facility. So my team mates go planet side as I take my alien samples to this amazing research facility. I work with this AI in setting up the automated tests, and go back to my shuttle. But heading back to the ship, I think to myself: “Are there any wounded on the Nemitz? No. But are those men going planet side in danger? Yes, probably.” So I went where I was needed, which was not the Nemitz; in hindsight, maybe I could’ve asked the superior officers, but bleedouts from bullet wounds won’t wait for an official “ok,” so neither will I.
Upon reaching the planet I’m just in time to set up camp with the men. I forage around for useful herbs, and find a few helpful ones and a few poisonous ones; which I still have, who knows it might come in handy. After I sleep for a bit, I wake up and try to preoccupy myself by distilling the plants I procured earlier. Though the helpful ones were a little more combustible than I predicted, and I gave away the camp’s position… and my eyebrows grew back in a few days. We were then descended upon by hundreds of enemies, after a frustrating battle we finally decided to call in air support (in the correct area). This explosion wiped out the entire forest, that’s when I looked at my body guard: “Wait, what about the trees?” He looks at me, and replies with a chuckle: “Don’t worry about the trees you hippy.” But looking around I say: “But our sniper was in a tree…” With that our sniper slams into the ground a few dozens yards behind us.
This mission log is getting long, and I still have months of results to go over. Long story short, we narrowly escaped the asteroid facility with the research data and coordinates. By the end of the few days we spent there, I was handed enough data to keep eight doctors busy for over a month. But, I’m the only one available so I guess it’s all going to fall on me…
Head Medical Officer, one of the only officers, the only Doctor, and now I have to discern all this data on top of all those responsibilities? It’s been pretty crazy these first few weeks, but I think I’ll be ok… I just need some alone time in my lab, doing what I love… and I’ll be ok.