CMO Arrives

Posted on Mon Feb 24th, 2025 @ 3:35pm by Lieutenant Commander Sam Grant

479 words; about a 2 minute read

Dr. Samuel Grant stood near the viewport of Deep Space Nine’s Promenade, gazing out at the vastness of space. The sight was familiar yet always breathtaking—the endless stars, the bustling ships docking and departing, and the faint shimmer of the Bajoran wormhole in the distance. He had been on plenty of Starfleet stations before, but this was his first time at DS9, a place of both history and mystery.

His duffel bag slung over one shoulder, he adjusted his uniform and took a deep breath. He was due to report aboard the USS Horizon, his new assignment as Chief Medical Officer. A fresh start, another challenge. That was how he lived his life—always pushing forward, never staying still long enough for things to get too complicated.

"Doctor Grant?"

He turned to see a young ensign in gold standing nearby, looking slightly nervous.

"That’s me," Sam replied with an easy smile.

"I’m Ensign Roux, assigned to the Horizon. I was asked to escort you aboard."

"Appreciate it," Sam said, motioning for her to lead the way.

As they made their way through the Promenade, Sam took in the station’s atmosphere—the mixture of Starfleet officers, Bajoran citizens, Ferengi merchants, and Klingon warriors. DS9 had a vibrancy unlike any other outpost. He'd read plenty about it, but experiencing it firsthand was different.

"You ever been here before?" he asked Ensign Roux as they entered a turbolift.

"Once," she replied. "For about twenty minutes before transferring to the Horizon."

"So, no sightseeing?"

"Not unless you count a quick trip to Quark’s for a raktajino."

Sam chuckled. "I’ll have to check it out sometime."

As they reached the docking ring, the Horizon loomed outside the airlock—a sleek, modern vessel, ready for its next mission. The ship had a strong reputation, and Sam had a feeling life aboard wouldn’t be dull.

Stepping through the airlock, he was greeted by the familiar hum of a Starfleet vessel, the subtle vibration beneath his boots, and the controlled energy of officers going about their duties. No formal welcoming party—just the ship running as it always did. That suited him just fine.

He glanced around, taking in the layout, before heading off in search of Sickbay. He had studied the schematics beforehand, so he had a good idea of where to go. The corridors were alive with movement—officers checking systems, engineers making last-minute adjustments before departure. No one paid him much attention, which was a good sign.

By the time he arrived at Sickbay, he found it in typical pre-mission chaos—medics prepping equipment, nurses checking inventory, biobeds powered up and ready for whatever space might throw at them. He dropped his duffel beside the CMO’s office and let out a breath.

"Well," he muttered to himself, rolling his shoulders, "let’s get to work."

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