Analyze That!

[Ryan Decker]

0848
Roger's Office
Meropis

Ryan had spent until the early hours of this morning going over all of his paperwork, he'd gotten most of his Sun Tzu related work done first, before getting onto the rest, it was the Email with a request from both the Australian IOA representative and his immediate Australian superior that had made him do what he was about to do, go see the psychologist, They wanted an evaluation, as were nearly all base personnel supposed to report anyway, he just needed Roger to sent one directly to them, they didn't want to wait for Conway and USAF intelligence to read it for a month or two first. He also needed to have a more in depth discussion with Mullholland later.

Walking through the City he went through the motions, he once or twice wished he'd turned up in his civviess but this was better than general duty polyesters, that might have been too formal.

Into the Medical area he continued greeting and smiling gently at everyone, walking towards Rogers office he walked past Agent Hart. He nodded and gave a greeting "Agent Hart." He was still wary of him, his questioning might have raised some suspicions but they were part of his orders, gauge response of US Military and Government reactions to the Idea of a non US 304, not that he felt Hart wasn't suspicious of everyone he ever met, spooks had the feel about them.

He knocked on the door before stepping in. "Doctor Harrison, Thanks for the short notice appointment, it's difficult finding time for this between my Sun Tzu and Australian work, Tim Tam?" Ryan offered the sealed packet to the man, he knew Chambers was due to come in today and was going to offer something to him for the trouble, he knew of the Lance Corporal's failure to contain his thoughts in front of Doctor Kells, not that he blamed the man for what he thought and felt, it was letting it out like that, but from all reports Chambers was doing better now after having gotten it out, but if he needed to he could pretty much bust him back to Sapper, not that he wanted to.

"I mostly brought them for you to use to calm Chambers later today if he needs it." he paused "Also I'd like to thank you for sticking your neck out for him, he just needed to get it out of his head, It helped me." He was referring to the time he nearly crashed one Hornet into another, something that had shook his confidence, but he eventually got back on the horse and then flew 302s which was probably what got him here. Ryan took a seat regardless of if Roger took a Tim Tam or not he placed them on the mans desk.

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[Dr. Roger Harrison]

0849
Roger's Office
Meropis

"The war on drugs takes a lot more lives than the war on terror... the drug kingpins only care about money, money and power. The more money they make the more supply the can create, the more they can expand, the more power they get. Obviously the war on drugs is really the war on money, that is what drives these organizations. Which is obviously why we target money more than the drugs themselves. These guys are morons, they have their people in other countries ship the money back down to them and they use it at their home base when they should be using it in these other countries to fund them there, but these guys aren't bright, which is always good. These guys are savages though...Roger nodded in agreement.

Yes. The actions of some men, for money and power, can be the biggest scourge to society. Some people don't believe in good and evil, but I think that it's only nature...to have absolute good, you also need absolute evil. And it keeps us employed, right? He chuckled lightly, it was true enough, anyway.

Like I said doc, I handle things. My parents were busy and important people, they were definitely home and its not like I was being neglected, but I learned to be independent and to that end I handled things on my own, my parents held me accountable, and I am the man I am today, because of that. Of course not everyone has a US Congresswoman turned US Senator as a mother and a Senior FBI Agent as a father but they were smart and good people, I am one of the lucky ones. I am good, doc. I thought I was good and as you said I am, I only came because of Kelly... the Secretary of the Air Force ordered me too. Thanks for your time, Doc. Roger smiled lightly.

Certainly. It was nice to meet you, finally, and best of luck to you. As I said, my office IS always open. You have a nice rest of your day. Roger sighed as the man left, and he finished his notes. HE was going to be here the rest of the day, or forever how long it took, before he checked in on Black and the three Marines still recovering from their wounds after the shoot-out with the Koan. A knock came at the door. Round three, and he was just getting into the swing of the day. Let's do it.

Come in! A blonde man entered. Roger recognized him as Ryan Decker, from the Sun-Tzu. He motioned the man in.

"Doctor Harrison, Thanks for the short notice appointment, it's difficult finding time for this between my Sun Tzu and Australian work, Tim Tam? Roger shook his head politely. Chocolate gave him heartburn.

No, thank you. Please, sit. Coffee, tea...water?! And it's fine, the last minute appointment. What brings you here today? The man went on to explain why he'd offered the cookies to Roger.

I mostly brought them for you to use to calm Chambers later today if he needs it...Also I'd like to thank you for sticking your neck out for him, he just needed to get it out of his head, It helped me. Roger was glad. He settled in across from Ryan and got ready.

It was my pleasure. Mr. Chambers has a lot in his head, but I don't think he's a danger to himself or anyone else. I think he's just young and a bit nationalistic. Nothing wrong with that...he needed to talk to someone, and that is what I am here for. He is an interesting fellow, at any rate. Roger reserved further comment. Roger wondered where he should begin.

Let's start with how you're getting on with the rest of the crew. Do you find any issues in settling in? Roger stuck with safe topics.

Tag:Ryan Decker.

[Ryan Decker]

0850
Roger's Office
Meropis

It seemed Roger had been anticipating someone, I guess he knew the feeling a little but not the terrible things this man had to keep to himself, that's why he'd thanked him for his work with the Combat Engineer. "Come in!" It also seemed he wasn't interested in Tim Tam,s his loss, he knew of a bunch of military people who would turn these into a currency and maybe even bet them, not that he might not join in, he just couldn't win.

"No, thank you. Please, sit. Coffee, tea...water?! And it's fine, the last minute appointment. What brings you here today?" Decker shook his head. "No thanks, finished a rushed breakfast before I started my way down here." He paused and reached into a zipped breast pocket of his uniform and handed it to the Doctor. 

"That's just the physical and email addresses to sent my evaluation along to after this, that is apart from the usual, It seems the IOA and my superiors don't want to wait for the US government to have it for a week or too before handing it over. Oh I almost forgot, if Chambers give you any trouble let me know, if it's something minor I can always make him a sapper again." Ryan leans and slid the unsealed envelope across Harrison's desk. "Oh that means demote him, but I figured as a Brit you might have known that." Ryan shrugged.

"It was my pleasure. Mr. Chambers has a lot in his head, but I don't think he's a danger to himself or anyone else. I think he's just young and a bit nationalistic. Nothing wrong with that...he needed to talk to someone, and that is what I am here for. He is an interesting fellow, at any rate." Ryan nodded to the man's assessment. "I have it on good advice some would see that nationalistic part as the success of his training. Me, I prefer subordinates that think and even willing to make sure their opinion or ideas are heard, but military training has that effect or at least is part of it's intended effects, that's what I'm told anyway."

He started in a fairly obvious place. "Let's start with how you're getting on with the rest of the crew. Do you find any issues in settling in?
" Ryan thought about it for a moment, nothing beyond the normal problems he had assumed would come along, but they were all there to do a job and were getting along with it. "Nothing that comes to mind, I mean there's always a bit of boundary and personality feeling out but, that's not out of the ordinary, in fact it's probably one of the best, the civilian crew are still a little resistant to military style orders." He took a breath "That's to be expected though, mostly I find the idea of being out here equally fascinating and terrifying. then again part of the reason I signed so many damned waivers, releases and NDA's before I got even a little something, but I've flown with Americans before, been involved with 302s for a few years before this, it's nothing drastically new." Maybe Roger also wanted to ask about people on base, not that he had a lot to do with many of them being dual hatted as he was.

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[Dr. Roger Harrison]

0853
Roger's Office
Meropis

Roger noted that Ryan left the package of cookies on his desk. Alright. When Chambers came back for the ATA session, or whenever Roger saw him next, he'd give them to the Lance Corporal. It seemed sort of like bribery, but then he remembered that it had worked for him when he was young-good grades got meals out, chores done got cookies, etc. He supposed that as Minnie grew, he and Lucy would employ such tactics, as well.

No thanks, finished a rushed breakfast before I started my way down here. Roger had heard rumors, from Fiona and Aear, actually, that meals had had an interesting outcome for the man...equalling diallances with another blonde pilot. He wasn't going to mention that, though, unless there was cause-like if Ryan brought it up or something.

Ah, yes, that's how it is here, isn't it, with mealtime?! Haven't had a proper teatime myself in ages. Not that Roger minded much-he was a guy and didn't really care about the formality of it, but he DID enjoy the tea and light meal before dinner. It was tradition, at any rate. They began. Ryan produced a paper with names and email addresses on it, and handed it to Roger.

That's just the physical and email addresses to sent my evaluation along to after this, that is apart from the usual, It seems the IOA and my superiors don't want to wait for the US government to have it for a week or too before handing it over. Oh I almost forgot, if Chambers give you any trouble let me know, if it's something minor I can always make him a sapper again...Oh that means demote him, but I figured as a Brit you might have known that. Roger nodded; he DID know. He was technically Scottish, but had lived in London long enough he considered himself English, and remembered hearing the term on telly shows.

Well, I don't know if that will be necessary; as I said, I think he needed to get it off his chest, man to man, and Dr. Kells has a way of being slightly, oh...female in her affect-that is, she looks at a gun and sees only violence, while Chambers sees it as a tool of his trade. It's not either one of their faults. Him seeing ME is an entirely different matter-the perspective I bring is an emotional one, not gendered or vocational. Simply insights. Whatever goes on OUTSIDE of this office between you two is entirely up to you-if he needs a demotion to be taught a lesson, then so be it. He IS, however, interested in some group therapies I am trying to arrange, and seems interested in TRYING. You can't fault a fellow for that. Roger wondered what the dynamic was between the two men-did they truly dislike each other, despite being on the same "team", that is, Ryan being the CO and Tom the suboridnate, or was it more of a playful, older-brother/younger-brother kind of thing? What was the cause of the upset?! Roger would need to investigate further.

He let Ryan continue.

I have it on good advice some would see that nationalistic part as the success of his training. Me, I prefer subordinates that think and even willing to make sure their opinion or ideas are heard, but military training has that effect or at least is part of it's intended effects, that's what I'm told anyway.... ROger nodded, that was good to hear from a leader. Nothing that comes to mind, I mean there's always a bit of boundary and personality feeling out but, that's not out of the ordinary, in fact it's probably one of the best, the civilian crew are still a little resistant to military style orders.That's to be expected though, mostly I find the idea of being out here equally fascinating and terrifying. then again part of the reason I signed so many damned waivers, releases and NDA's before I got even a little something, but I've flown with Americans before, been involved with 302s for a few years before this, it's nothing drastically new. Ah, yes, the 302s. They were getting somewhere.

Ah, yes. I remember reading your file quickly this morning when I saw who I would see today. Tell me about the accident you had early in your training. Crashed a plane, or two, was it?! And then a brief demotion, but you bounced back, correct?! How did that happen? Was there some kind of punishment attached to that? Roger liked having a bit of information at his fingertips to draw topics from. He could "lead" the session, and then cull more information from the responses. Ryan seemed willing to talk, which Roger appreciated-usually, he had to drag it out of the military types.

Tag:Ryan Decker

[Ryan Decker]

0854
Rogers Office 
Meropis

"Ah, yes, that's how it is here, isn't it, with mealtime?! Haven't had a proper teatime myself in ages." Ryan nodded. "I just want to sit down and read some of book I brought with me, but I'm either too tried or too busy to read it." 

"Well, I don't know if that will be necessary; as I said, I think he needed to get it off his chest, man to man, and Dr. Kells has a way of being slightly, oh...female in her affect-that is, she looks at a gun and sees only violence, while Chambers sees it as a tool of his trade. It's not either one of their faults. Him seeing ME is an entirely different matter-the perspective I bring is an emotional one, not gendered or vocational. Simply insights. Whatever goes on OUTSIDE of this office between you two is entirely up to you-if he needs a demotion to be taught a lesson, then so be it. He IS, however, interested in some group therapies I am trying to arrange, and seems interested in TRYING. You can't fault a fellow for that."

Ryan nodded. "What ever helps him do his best Doctor, I was just reminding you it might be an option to make sure he keeps up with what you require of him, as for demoting him, I don't see a reason, I mean blowing up in the Doctor's face not a good thing, but I do share a few of his concerns, but I do what I can to not let them get the better of me also I just complain upwards, get sit off my chest." 

Ryan then answered his question about how he was settling in with the crew, as he was saying, it was all pretty good.

But he knew what might come up once he mentioned flying, it nearly always did now days, his near accident, if he hadn't been slightly to hard on his take off it wouldn't have been a problem. "Ah, yes. I remember reading your file quickly this morning when I saw who I would see today. Tell me about the accident you had early in your training. Crashed a plane, or two, was it?! And then a brief demotion, but you bounced back, correct?! How did that happen? Was there some kind of punishment attached to that?" Ryan looked down then back up.

"I was taking off in a Hornet, I was a little to full on the throttle and a little to jerky with my upward pull on the stick, to take off, another pilot was flowing low and fast, lower and faster than he should have been, we were both being careless, I has to nose down and put on full after burners to avoid a collision. I wasn't demoted but my promotion was going to be hurt and It was somewhat, but still, we both lived, didn't hit each other, he copped it worse than me, I don't know exactly what happened but he was demoted, I am fairly certain he wasn't supposed to be that low and fast, But I still should have known, I was still a rookie pilot I was busy making sure I was doing everything right too much, to make sure I did enough looking around. I was fixated." Ryan looked down then back up. "but what's life with some mistakes." He said looking up smiling slightly. "Theirs not much I ever could have done about it, I try not to dwell, but it's hard, though this place gives me more important things to think about, impending doom of this expedition, our species, our little petty problems between countries." He did't like to talk about it, however he wasn't going to not talk about it,especially here, he didn't like shrinks as much as the next military man, but he had accepted the fact he couldn't escape them and hopefully they went quicker and easier if you didn't avoid them or try to rush them.

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[Dr. Roger Harrison]

0856
Rogers Office
Meropis

Roger took his notes as Ryan spoke. This was to help him help Ryan.

I just want to sit down and read some of book I brought with me, but I'm either too tried or too busy to read it.... Roger nodded in agreement. Poor old Edmund Burke had just been WAITING for Roger, but it seemed that between the Marines and the Docs, they were the busiest people on the planet. Add to that the Aussie commanders. EVERYONE was busy.

Maybe you could read while you eat?! He shrugged. He used to do just that during medical school. Granted, it was all text books, but the point was there.

"What ever helps him do his best Doctor, I was just reminding you it might be an option to make sure he keeps up with what you require of him, as for demoting him, I don't see a reason, I mean blowing up in the Doctor's face not a good thing, but I do share a few of his concerns, but I do what I can to not let them get the better of me also I just complain upwards, get sit off my chest Roger nodded.

What do you to relieve stress here?! I mean, some of us exercise, some of us play poker, some of us drink...what do YOU do? Roger hoped that the man had a healthy coping mechanism. Most of them so far seemed to, with a few exceptions. He was interested to hear what the Aussie did for coping with the stress. Life on a flying aircraft carrier was something else, for sure, and not to mention an alien outposting.

I was taking off in a Hornet, I was a little to full on the throttle and a little to jerky with my upward pull on the stick, to take off, another pilot was flowing low and fast, lower and faster than he should have been, we were both being careless, I has to nose down and put on full after burners to avoid a collision. I wasn't demoted but my promotion was going to be hurt and It was somewhat, but still, we both lived, didn't hit each other, he copped it worse than me, I don't know exactly what happened but he was demoted, I am fairly certain he wasn't supposed to be that low and fast, But I still should have known, I was still a rookie pilot I was busy making sure I was doing everything right too much, to make sure I did enough looking around. I was fixated."but what's life with some mistakes? Roger smiled lightly.

What WAS the fallout from that? Do you still talk to the bloke that was demoted?! It sounds scary, anyway. I've never been one for flying, let alone piloting! It certainly sounds interesting... Roger sighed. He HATED flying, and avoided it whenever possible, to the point that he'd rather take a boat to England to visit his family if he could. THAT took several days, though, and Lucy hadn't stood for it. That sparked another tagent in his head, and he forced himself to focus.

Theirs not much I ever could have done about it, I try not to dwell, but it's hard, though this place gives me more important things to think about, impending doom of this expedition, our species, our little petty problems between countries. Roger let out a breath. Doom, eh?!

Doom, eh?! Do you really think it's THAT bad?! He asked, with concern. Not just for himself, but for the entire crew. Tell me a bit about your first mission...I came late, so I'd like to hear about what you saw.

Tag:Ryan Decker. Sorry for this, it seems really bad.

[Ryan Decker]

0857
Rogers Office
Meropis

Rogers idea of reading while eating was commendable but when he got to eat, it was scoff it down, don't wear your food in doing so and be an quick as possible but still. "Maybe you could read while you eat?!" Ryan smiled a little. "Do you eat while you read or are you also to busy trying to rush all your food in while not wearing it, I'd love to but no one here usually has time for a leisurely meal often, besides when I do get the occasional time off, I'd rather spend it with people." He thought of the last time he'd had an afternoon off, it had gone better than expected.

The next question got him off guard. stress something he knew was probably building but he hadn't noticed it much yet, though depending on how and how much he was stressed he had different solutions. "I haven't felt it yet, but I know it's building, honestly, I just in my more normal sort of duties just try to think day by day, enjoy what I can, but high stress is something I'm trained to motor through, I'll admit that's not a good long term strategy, but in mist of battle or dig fight, it's often the best choice on the hole. If I'm more frustrated than stressed I go do some more physical things, boxing bags, running, stress stress, well I'm as guilty as everyone else, I don't have a real good strategy, I just if I get a chance try to do what ever makes me feel better, I also try to have as much fun as I can, try to level everything out, little things, jokes with crew mates and often complaining about things with others, sometimes you just need to get it out, writing talking, whinging, I find complaining to others about stuff neither of you can change helpful, maybe that's strange?" Ryan looked around then back up.

"Got any suggestions? tips? tricks? personal testimonies?" He asked trying to divert a little, while not going off topic.

"What WAS the fallout from that? Do you still talk to the bloke that was demoted?! It sounds scary, anyway. I've never been one for flying, let alone piloting! It certainly sounds interesting..." The fallout that was something he'd thought about, it wasn't really much for him, but the other guy would probably never fly again, at least not in any military or western civilian aircraft, he was sure.

Ryan shook his head. "I didn't in any meaningful sense, he was Flying Officer, the next rank up, and I was ordered not to by my CO, I was young and fresh, I did what I was told in those cases, I didn't go out that week end with my mates but still, that was because I was told it would probably be a bad idea, It certainly wouldn't have looked good I agreed to stay on base." He paused remembering the events after the incident. "He got discharged without charge, it was a deal they brokered between the Investigation board, the possible court martial and the Squadron, it worked best for everyone, but I doubt he'll ever fly again or hold any significant public sector job anywhere again, I did feel bad about it," He sighed.

"Honestly I was more worried about myself, my career, luckily it didn't seem to have much of an effect, maybe it even helped me get here, but I did switch to being an Air Combat Officer for a year or so, basically the second seat, then i went back to being a pilot, then a few months after that I did a transfer with a US Navy squadron for about half a year, also go promoted, 6 months after I got back I was offered a chance to fly 302s, I had no idea what they were or anything, I must have signed a whole tree before knowing the first little bit about it." He laughed lightly. "Maybe it was the fact I'm a computer science pilot and not aeronautics or engineering, I'll probably never know." He smiled a little wondering how the Doctor had gotten here. "How'd you end up here? get some shady people turn up at your door, or overhear something you shouldn't have or luck?"

Roger seemed to have taken his comment about doom the wrong way. "not really, just have a cultural bias to be and want the underdog to win and you have to admit, we are still even with this city and the Sun Tzu only so few against so possibly many, it can be done, hopefully, but we may not get lucky like we had against the Goa'uld or the Wraith, I sure as hell hope we do, but I'm not employed to think of bright rosey situations, its a job hazard, hope for the best plan for worst. I guess that is the same within the medical profession?" He hoped that smoothed it over, he'd used doom in very non literal sense, but still, it was a possibility.

Rogers next question addressed a time that felt further in the past than it actually was. "Tell me a bit about your first mission...I came late, so I'd like to hear about what you saw."

Ryan cracked a wry smile. "I'll give you the best description I can come up with, imagine everyone in the city, packed into the Sun Tzu, ass the conflicting personalities, ideals, military, civilians,  for five weeks, jeeze that was a trip I'll probably never forget, the rest of it's mission history, we found the city cloaked, met our lovely 'friends' the Etruscan's and well got in a fight, we got lucky, they had shields that seemed for more immune that we would have expected to the beam weapons, we ended up nuking their shields and some 302s disabled their weapons before they retreated, then we landed for repairs, not much you can't already read." He shrugged, the reports covered the whole finding in more detail than he could provide overall.

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[Dr. Roger Harrison]

0900
Roger's Office
Meropis

Roger listened to Ryan's point about reading whilst eating. He had to admit, the man had a point.

Do you eat while you read or are you also to busy trying to rush all your food in while not wearing it, I'd love to but no one here usually has time for a leisurely meal often, besides when I do get the occasional time off, I'd rather spend it with people. He nodded.

That makes sense. I DO read whilst eating occassionally, but only files, and I don't have a uniform standard. I have a lab coat I can button up over my top if I need to. I did forget that. Most days, I don't EAT breakfast simply because there's not time, so I do understand...my job is not as physically demanding as yours, however, and I can usually sneak in enough snacks to make it to lunch. Except on days like this when he made it clear to Dr. West AND the Command Staff that he wasn't going to tolerate shenanigns in the early morning. Days when he was doing evals he needed to be fully alert, and the emotional toll usually required him to be well fed...

I haven't felt it yet, but I know it's building, honestly, I just in my more normal sort of duties just try to think day by day, enjoy what I can, but high stress is something I'm trained to motor through, I'll admit that's not a good long term strategy, but in mist of battle or dig fight, it's often the best choice on the hole. If I'm more frustrated than stressed I go do some more physical things, boxing bags, running, stress stress, well I'm as guilty as everyone else, I don't have a real good strategy, I just if I get a chance try to do what ever makes me feel better, I also try to have as much fun as I can, try to level everything out, little things, jokes with crew mates and often complaining about things with others, sometimes you just need to get it out, writing talking, whinging, I find complaining to others about stuff neither of you can change helpful, maybe that's strange? Roger shook his head. It wasn't.

It's not strange. Those are all very healthy habits; combat adrenaline aside-which is a good thing, it keeps you alive. Complaining to get things off your chest is good, as well. It encourages a discussion, which can be helpful. Everyone knows where they stand. Especially if there is a way to get things done. He decided that Ryan was pretty well off in the mental health area.

Got any suggestions? tips? tricks? personal testimonies? He nodded.

Well, talking is good, like you're doing now, but you don't always have to talk to ME. Exercise is an excellent stress reliever..journaling, as well. It doesn't need to be anything formal, just making a b*tch list on the computer...getting it OUT is what is important. I would worry more if you didn't already indicate that you do some of those things, but I will also remind you that it IS important, especially as a leader, to take some time out for yourself. Even if that means hitting the rack a half-hour early to read before you sleep or something. It sets a good example, even if you only do it once in awhile. He let his words sink in a moment.

They moved on, getting on to meatier things.

I didn't in any meaningful sense, he was Flying Officer, the next rank up, and I was ordered not to by my CO, I was young and fresh, I did what I was told in those cases, I didn't go out that week end with my mates but still, that was because I was told it would probably be a bad idea, It certainly wouldn't have looked good I agreed to stay on base. He got discharged without charge, it was a deal they brokered between the Investigation board, the possible court martial and the Squadron, it worked best for everyone, but I doubt he'll ever fly again or hold any significant public sector job anywhere again, I did feel bad about it Roger nodded again.

Do you STILL feel bad?! Guilt is a perfectly natural and OK thing to feel, even when you're not in the wrong. Empathy is what a makes the difference between a man and machine. It's easy for...soliders, sometimes, especially those who've seen combat, to become too numb. The fact that you still FEEL things is good. It means that you're not jaded. Roger was trying to impart that this was a good virtue.

Honestly I was more worried about myself, my career, luckily it didn't seem to have much of an effect, maybe it even helped me get here, but I did switch to being an Air Combat Officer for a year or so, basically the second seat, then i went back to being a pilot, then a few months after that I did a transfer with a US Navy squadron for about half a year, also go promoted, 6 months after I got back I was offered a chance to fly 302s, I had no idea what they were or anything, I must have signed a whole tree before knowing the first little bit about it. Maybe it was the fact I'm a computer science pilot and not aeronautics or engineering, I'll probably never know. How'd you end up here? get some shady people turn up at your door, or overhear something you shouldn't have or luck? Roger smiled lightly.

It's not a bad thing to ALSO worry about one's own career. Especially in a situation like you've described; it's very high stakes...Myself. I was empoyed by the US Surgeon General's office. I ran studies on the effects of combat on soldiers returning home from battles. I did some top-secret stuff for the government, and then they asked me to do the psychological profiles for all of you, and then they asked me to be the mission psychologist, due to the nature of the things we see. I agreed...I wish I hadn't, though, because right before I left, my daughter was born. But it was too late. So here I am. I get updates from my wife, and things like that, so it's not too bad. And I like that I can help people. He trailed off; it was too much to say too much about himself.

not really, just have a cultural bias to be and want the underdog to win and you have to admit, we are still even with this city and the Sun Tzu only so few against so possibly many, it can be done, hopefully, but we may not get lucky like we had against the Goa'uld or the Wraith, I sure as hell hope we do, but I'm not employed to think of bright rosey situations, its a job hazard, hope for the best plan for worst. I guess that is the same within the medical profession? Roger nodded once.

Thank you for clearing that up...and yes, it IS a job hazard for me, as well...plus more. He wouldn't say more, it wasn't Ryan's job to be his sounding board. He had help for that himself; the SG people provided him with an email system to a shrink back on Earth, in case it ever GOT there. He also kept his head on right, so that helped a lot.

I'll give you the best description I can come up with, imagine everyone in the city, packed into the Sun Tzu, ass the conflicting personalities, ideals, military, civilians, for five weeks, jeeze that was a trip I'll probably never forget, the rest of it's mission history, we found the city cloaked, met our lovely 'friends' the Etruscan's and well got in a fight, we got lucky, they had shields that seemed for more immune that we would have expected to the beam weapons, we ended up nuking their shields and some 302s disabled their weapons before they retreated, then we landed for repairs, not much you can't already read. Roger smiled again.

I know I can read it. I like to get PERSONAL insights, it helps me to help you. I understand there were some losses...did you know any of them personally? Now they were getting somewhere!

Tag:Ryan Decker. Rog won't keep him TOO much longer, I promise, unless Decker's got a lot to say.

[Ryan Decker]

0902
Roger's Office
Meropis

"That makes sense. I DO read whilst eating occassionally, but only files, and I don't have a uniform standard. I have a lab coat I can button up over my top if I need to. I did forget that. Most days, I don't EAT breakfast simply because there's not time, so I do understand...my job is not as physically demanding as yours, however, and I can usually sneak in enough snacks to make it to lunch."
 His job in its technicality, was mostly to sit in a chair all day, but he did a lot of walking most to check everything was done, do the other tasks assigned to him and do a lot, but he did have to keep in shape, he wasn't an air commodore yet. "I spend most of my day between sitting at a multitude of chairs, consoles, I do a lot of walking through that ship, keeping the weapons ready and working is an endless task, as is yours." He smiled at Roger, hopefully he'd get through this with flying colours, he liked to win and do well, but not too well.

"It's not strange. Those are all very healthy habits; combat adrenaline aside-which is a good thing, it keeps you alive. Complaining to get things off your chest is good, as well. It encourages a discussion, which can be helpful. Everyone knows where they stand. Especially if there is a way to get things done. " Decker thought for a moment or two. "True having a whinge is always good, and well I might be wrong, but it's the little things you do to stay calm and not stressed or over worked and all that, that is the real help..." Well atleast this guy wasn't as bad as the other shrinks, he was a civilian too, which Ryan saw as a bonus.

"Well, talking is good, like you're doing now, but you don't always have to talk to ME. Exercise is an excellent stress reliever..journaling, as well. It doesn't need to be anything formal, just making a b*tch list on the computer...getting it OUT is what is important. I would worry more if you didn't already indicate that you do some of those things, but I will also remind you that it IS important, especially as a leader, to take some time out for yourself. Even if that means hitting the rack a half-hour early to read before you sleep or something. It sets a good example, even if you only do it once in awhile." Ryan nodded, he'd take it on board.

"I would say I have a reasonably good sleeping pattern, but then again I don't always get my sleep time at night per say, being a senior officer on the Sun Tzu, I have to take some late night, early morning watches on the bridge, but I try to sleep as much as I can, but night shifts are a thing I doubt anyone on this base or involved with all this can get away from, besides, you learn to sleep where ever and when ever you need to and can." Ryan was hoping he could get along with some more Sun Tzu work, he enjoyed that over his Australian work, it was more to what he liked, at least for now.

"Do you STILL feel bad?! Guilt is a perfectly natural and OK thing to feel, even when you're not in the wrong. Empathy is what a makes the difference between a man and machine. It's easy for...soliders, sometimes, especially those who've seen combat, to become too numb. The fact that you still FEEL things is good. It means that you're not jaded." This was certainly the hardest part of this evaluation but nothing new was coming out maybe a little different, but time changed your memories.

"Do I still feel bad... yes and no, not in the same way I did then, I now recognize it wasn't really my fault, but still had I been a little better, less inexperienced maybe he would still be flying, perhaps he would have saved some peoples lives, changed them, I'm not sure, I often don't get to think about it too much, this is probably the most in a while, but I do still feel a little guilty all the maybes and second guessing, but no one goes through life without some regrets." Ryan looked down at the ship patch o his flight suit then back up.

"It's not a bad thing to ALSO worry about one's own career. Especially in a situation like you've described; it's very high stakes...Myself. I was empoyed by the US Surgeon General's office. I ran studies on the effects of combat on soldiers returning home from battles. I did some top-secret stuff for the government, and then they asked me to do the psychological profiles for all of you, and then they asked me to be the mission psychologist, due to the nature of the things we see. I agreed...I wish I hadn't, though, because right before I left, my daughter was born. But it was too late. So here I am. I get updates from my wife, and things like that, so it's not too bad. And I like that I can help people." Ryan looked a little uncomfortable.

"I hate worrying about me, so many people have it so much worse off, or have had it worse off than I have, I'm damn lucky to be here." He contemplated Rogers explanation of how he came to be and what happened just before they left. "Well Congratulations, if you can call it that on the kid, I somewhat understand what you feel with the being away... not to the same extent I've not had kids, but leaving anyone you love behind is hard... this line of work, top secret, or above top secret stuff doesn't lend it self well to relationships." He spoke from experience, trying to work on even long term non marriage relationships was hard, married with kids, how the man do it. "I really haven't thought to much about children, I kind of need to find the right person to live with my kind of work before any of that happens. Have you thought about maybe sending something back on the next trip the Sun Tzu takes to Earth, I could even deliver it or post it for you you need as much help as the rest of us crazies." he smirked at Roger. "Only joking kind of... got to be a little wacko to sign up for this." ryan continued to smile.

"Thank you for clearing that up...and yes, it IS a job hazard for me, as well...plus more." Ryan nodded. "No problem." He kind of understood, the things this guy must hear, how does he sleep, he didn't do his job and he knew people , all people were weird, very, very weird in their own ways.

At rogers next question he shook his head. "I know I can read it. I like to get PERSONAL insights, it helps me to help you. I understand there were some losses...did you know any of them personally?" 

"Not really, but losing people anywhere still has an impact, but the time when we arrived was fast paced, hectic, it all sort of blurs, and when it happens you can only concentrate on what your doing, you don't pay attention to what is directly pertinent to you and who ever you need to work with and or protect, fight with or for." He nodded slowly at the end. 

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[Dr. Roger Harrison]

0905
Roger's Office
Meropis

Roger made sure that he was taking the right notes, and he nodded in encouragement as Ryan revealed more things.

I spend most of my day between sitting at a multitude of chairs, consoles, I do a lot of walking through that ship, keeping the weapons ready and working is an endless task, as is yours...True having a whinge is always good, and well I might be wrong, but it's the little things you do to stay calm and not stressed or over worked and all that, that is the real help... Roger nodded now.

Yes, you are right. The little things ARE important, sometimes even better than the bigger sorts of "woe-is-me" moments. And yes, it's always something around here, isn't it?! But I suppose it would be boring if it weren't. He sighed. That was true enough.

I would say I have a reasonably good sleeping pattern, but then again I don't always get my sleep time at night per say, being a senior officer on the Sun Tzu, I have to take some late night, early morning watches on the bridge, but I try to sleep as much as I can, but night shifts are a thing I doubt anyone on this base or involved with all this can get away from, besides, you learn to sleep where ever and when ever you need to and can Roger just made a noise in the back of his throat.

I have combat medicine training. You are right, you sleep when and where you can, and deal with it when you can't. That was all there was TO say about it.

Do I still feel bad... yes and no, not in the same way I did then, I now recognize it wasn't really my fault, but still had I been a little better, less inexperienced maybe he would still be flying, perhaps he would have saved some peoples lives, changed them, I'm not sure, I often don't get to think about it too much, this is probably the most in a while, but I do still feel a little guilty all the maybes and second guessing, but no one goes through life without some regrets... Roger raised an eyebrow.

It isn't totally your fault; if he'd not been flying so low, he might have been able to correct course, right?! IS that the right terminology? I picked up a BIT of the pilot slang out at Camp Lemonnier*. We had a couple of CAGs come in and out. Roger had been a MUCH younger man then, and not married, so who better from the SG's office to send out to a random military base in Northern Africa?! He had hated to remind them that he was from the UK, but it had worked out ok.

I hate worrying about me, so many people have it so much worse off, or have had it worse off than I have, I'm damn lucky to be here....Congratulations, if you can call it that on the kid, I somewhat understand what you feel with the being away... not to the same extent I've not had kids, but leaving anyone you love behind is hard... this line of work, top secret, or above top secret stuff doesn't lend it self well to relationships....Only joking kind of... got to be a little wacko to sign up for this. Roger shook his head lightly.

I do understand, and you're not the first to say that...about relationships. I would generally advise someone to look within, but I understand that the military isn't exactly overjoyed when you do that. So in that case, I would advise to be as upfront as possible...or do as I did, and marry a Federal officer. My wife for the US government; we both know there are things we can't tell the other, and that DOES help. I know she's not keeping anything vitally important about our personal life, so I am comfortable with that. It ISN'T for everyone, though, and there's nothing wrong with focusing on your career for awhile. And I appreciate your humor; the truth is we're ALL a wacko. He grinned a little. HE was probably the worst, but who better to help the crazies than the craziest guy around?

They headed deeper into Decker's past.

Not really, but losing people anywhere still has an impact, but the time when we arrived was fast paced, hectic, it all sort of blurs, and when it happens you can only concentrate on what your doing, you don't pay attention to what is directly pertinent to you and who ever you need to work with and or protect, fight with or for. Hmm...

But did you FEEL anything about it, Lt? He asked, quietly.

Tag:Ryan Decker.

[Ryan Decker]

0907
Roger's Office
Meropis

Things seemed to be going well, and well was good. "Yes, you are right. The little things ARE important, sometimes even better than the bigger sorts of "woe-is-me" moments. And yes, it's always something around here, isn't it?! But I suppose it would be boring if it weren't." Ryan nodded and they moved on.

the whole discussion on sleep and sleep patterns was once nearly always over quick, often there wasn't much they could do about it all. "I have combat medicine training. You are right, you sleep when and where you can, and deal with it when you can't." he looked down and nodded slowly before looking back up, he wished he could sleep a lot more than he did, but he'd never really settled back into a normal pattern since his mid teens, he'd buggered them up pretty bad, but luckily the irregularity of military sleep cycles helped him.

The subject of his near miss was always of concern, he always felt himself both physically and mentally tighten up about it, it was something he'd rather never happened and would prefer to forget. "It isn't totally your fault; if he'd not been flying so low, he might have been able to correct course, right?! IS that the right terminology? I picked up a BIT of the pilot slang out at Camp Lemonnier*. We had a couple of CAGs come in and out." He leaned back in the chair beofre explaining.

"Well we didn't crash so that was all good, it was just the manner in which we both had to avoid the crash that was the main problem, both justified in making those actions, but getting into that situation was the problem, we were both technically at fault, but he was more so than I was, along with the fact of our experience levels and him doing something he shouldn't have been doing, I got off rather well as we know, but still it bugs me, what what ifs and all that, honestly I try to avoid it, I often find myself going down into what if this what if that, but I know... consciously it wasn't my fault, but instinct is quite powerful." He let out a breath before taking a deep one in, the subject of relationships was one marred by both his own stupidity, success, failure and mutual agreement/disagreement, the usual, along with some more occupation related issues.

"I do understand, and you're not the first to say that...about relationships. I would generally advise someone to look within, but I understand that the military isn't exactly overjoyed when you do that. So in that case, I would advise to be as upfront as possible...or do as I did, and marry a Federal officer. My wife for the US government; we both know there are things we can't tell the other, and that DOES help. I know she's not keeping anything vitally important about our personal life, so I am comfortable with that. It ISN'T for everyone, though, and there's nothing wrong with focusing on your career for awhile. And I appreciate your humor; the truth is we're ALL a wacko." Ryan grinned back at the man, it seemed it had worked.

"Yeah well... I'm not supposed to fraternize with anyone lower or higher in rank than me here, the civilians is a little different, but still often they don't trust you from the beginning, that makes it hard, we also are usually quite busy, it doesn't leave my time for yourself, let alone starting or maintaining a relationship, but while it's not against rules, orders or regulations to date a civilian, it's probably not the best thing to do anyway, certainly not if you are in a position of responsibility, as heartless as it might sound, it's a sound security measure not to, not that I wouldn't consider dating some of the people here, the fact the Sun Tzu's crew is not as here as other base personnel and goes back to the milky way every now and then, probably makes it hard, not impossible I grant you, but still, as we discussed this isn't a lifestyle conducive to long term relationships." The next topic how he felt about people dying was a hard one, you did feel for every one, at different degrees at different times.

"But did you FEEL anything about it, Lt?" He breathed in deeply before answering. "depends on what time frame you are asking about, if at the time, not really, you don't have time often, or at least you don;t feel as much, you have others things to do, often your mind categorizes it for you to deal with later, once you aren't in imminent danger. That's when I feel most of it, but its harder to feel if you didn't know, I still feel, just, not as much or a directly, I try to understand what it's like for there family. but I find it worse for a civilian than a military person, we chose a life where we knew the risks, we accepted them, it's different, a little, but I felt sadness, grief, shock, anger, but I focused on doing what I could to make their sacrifice worth something, I'd prefer we didn't need people to fight to protect us, I'd prefer I didn't have to possibly kill people every time we go on a mission, but it's a possibility, but unfortunately that isn't the case and likely never will be, the dead are the real heroes, the rest of us are just lucky, if you can call it that."

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[Dr. Roger Harrison]

0910
Roger's Office
Meropis

As Ryan explained, Roger sipped some coffee.

Well we didn't crash so that was all good, it was just the manner in which we both had to avoid the crash that was the main problem, both justified in making those actions, but getting into that situation was the problem, we were both technically at fault, but he was more so than I was, along with the fact of our experience levels and him doing something he shouldn't have been doing, I got off rather well as we know, but still it bugs me, what what ifs and all that, honestly I try to avoid it, I often find myself going down into what if this what if that, but I know... consciously it wasn't my fault, but instinct is quite powerful. Roger nodded, and put his cup back carefully on the table in front of him.

It is. That sounds healthy, Lt. You are, by all accounts, well trained, and that will save your life. Roger didn't know what else to say; if Ryan hadn't been a little remorseful, that would've sent off bells in Roger's head, but it was more and more apparent that Decker was all right.

Yeah well... I'm not supposed to fraternize with anyone lower or higher in rank than me here, the civilians is a little different, but still often they don't trust you from the beginning, that makes it hard, we also are usually quite busy, it doesn't leave my time for yourself, let alone starting or maintaining a relationship, but while it's not against rules, orders or regulations to date a civilian, it's probably not the best thing to do anyway, certainly not if you are in a position of responsibility, as heartless as it might sound, it's a sound security measure not to, not that I wouldn't consider dating some of the people here, the fact the Sun Tzu's crew is not as here as other base personnel and goes back to the milky way every now and then, probably makes it hard, not impossible I grant you, but still, as we discussed this isn't a lifestyle conducive to long term relationships. Roger considered for a moment.

Yes, I suppose that is so. But maybe if you return to Earth, and your time here is forgotten, at least by the government, well....you might have a shot then. Just keep it in mind. And with that, Roger dropped the topic.

They moved on to the more pressing matters, now that Roger was assured that Decker had a decent grip on reality and adequate coping skills.

depends on what time frame you are asking about, if at the time, not really, you don't have time often, or at least you don;t feel as much, you have others things to do, often your mind categorizes it for you to deal with later, once you aren't in imminent danger. That's when I feel most of it, but its harder to feel if you didn't know, I still feel, just, not as much or a directly, I try to understand what it's like for there family. but I find it worse for a civilian than a military person, we chose a life where we knew the risks, we accepted them, it's different, a little, but I felt sadness, grief, shock, anger, but I focused on doing what I could to make their sacrifice worth something, I'd prefer we didn't need people to fight to protect us, I'd prefer I didn't have to possibly kill people every time we go on a mission, but it's a possibility, but unfortunately that isn't the case and likely never will be, the dead are the real heroes, the rest of us are just lucky, if you can call it that... Roger did.

You can. I understand the sacrifices the others made...while it IS their job, sure, lives lost is still not a great thing, not the best outcome. I understand that. And yes, I imagine it would be harder for the civillians, but...families mourn. Back on Earth, there are people whose job it is to tell the families-some governments do it in person, and some by letter. I wonder what it must be like to be one of the families to recieve just a letter...I wouldn't feel closure, you know?! Closure is important, Lt. It's how we can move on. It's OK to move on, just so long as you let the lessons be learned, you know? What I mean is, as long as you don't dwell on things, it's OK to live your life fully. Just keep it there, at the back of your memory, to remind you to not become TOO impudent; it can sometimes happen with aviators, I know...and that's when crashes happen, and limbs are lost, and careers and lives ruined. I don't think you're in danger of that, but just in case...keep it in your memories anyway. Roger paused before continiuing.

Is there anything you would like ME to address for you?! I've asked you a lot of questions... Otherwise, they could wrap it up.

Tag:Ryan Decker.

Note: Sorry! I forgot to tell you what Camp Lemonnier is, and it is the US Navy's African Command base. There, they do desert survival training, as well as combatant trainings.

[Ryan Decker]

0912
Roger's Office
Meropis

Ryan had decided Roger was probably the least painful shrink he had ever visited, if that was good or bad he'd know relatively soon. "It is. That sounds healthy, Lt. You are, by all accounts, well trained, and that will save your life." Ryan cracked a smile. "I'm sure that comment makes Australian tax payers more comfortable with the expenses they've had to bear to get me trained and here." He said light heatedly.

The topic of relationships, long term socially acceptable, relationships was something he was sure they all struggled with, Roger perhaps more so than most, however they all had a job to do, and they were both doing it, he just hoped he still had this job later on.

"Yes, I suppose that is so. But maybe if you return to Earth, and your time here is forgotten, at least by the government, well....you might have a shot then. Just keep it in mind." Ryan nodded and they moved on.

"You can. I understand the sacrifices the others made...while it IS their job, sure, lives lost is still not a great thing, not the best outcome. I understand that. And yes, I imagine it would be harder for the civillians, but...families mourn. Back on Earth, there are people whose job it is to tell the families-some governments do it in person, and some by letter. I wonder what it must be like to be one of the families to recieve just a letter...I wouldn't feel closure, you know?! Closure is important, Lt. It's how we can move on. It's OK to move on, just so long as you let the lessons be learned, you know? What I mean is, as long as you don't dwell on things, it's OK to live your life fully. Just keep it there, at the back of your memory, to remind you to not become TOO impudent; it can sometimes happen with aviators, I know...and that's when crashes happen, and limbs are lost, and careers and lives ruined. I don't think you're in danger of that, but just in case...keep it in your memories anyway."

Ryan thought silently for a few moments, what Roger had to say was correct, something he understood, he had thought about what it was like to receive notice, in what ever form of you son, brother, husband, wife, friend was killed, especially for people where, the reason was likely to be almost completely bogus, and perhaps they would never know, it was part of the reason he left a letter addressed to his family with them, he had told them never to open it unless he was killed or rendered into a state from which he wouldn't recover, along with a reaffirmation of his reasons  for doing what he did and instructions on when and how to end his life, along with what to do with his body, namely give what could be given to others for organ donation, used for science and what was left to cremated and preferable once it was practical to send his asses into space, something he'd decided on  before he'd even joined the RAAF.

"I understand all of that as much as I can, I left my family a special letter to only be opened if I am killed or rendered into a state from which I wont recover, mostly, it specifies my reasons and what to do with my body, honestly if it comes to it Doctor Harrison, use my dead body for anything and everything beneficial, organ donation science experiments, what have you, as stupid as it sound, I want to do as much as I can in death. As for how a family feels, I honestly wish it wasn't so, but losses are sometimes to be expected, but not made trivial, every knows we should distance ourselves from those above, below and around us in the military, but it's hard not to make friends and get attached, but still, I feel almost as bad for the deliver or writer of the message as the people receiving it, it must be inconceivable horrible to know you are giving people the worst news..." He looked down and took in a breath sitting silently for a few moments.

Roger broke the silence. "Is there anything you would like ME to address for you?! I've asked you a lot of questions..." Ryan looked back at Harrison. "you know us military blokes, we don't like being here all that much, and not at the moment, if you feel you need to schedule a check up or something of that nature for this, do so, but honestly, I feel Chambers might let you know if I go bat crap crazy."<

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(Ryan doesn't feel the need to stay, but if Roger wants him to, he will.)

[Dr. Roger Harrison]

0915
Roger's Office
Meropis

Roger listened once more, gravely.

I'm sure that comment makes Australian tax payers more comfortable with the expenses they've had to bear to get me trained and here... Roger smiled a little, but didn't comment. He was sure that that was so, though.

I understand all of that as much as I can, I left my family a special letter to only be opened if I am killed or rendered into a state from which I wont recover, mostly, it specifies my reasons and what to do with my body, honestly if it comes to it Doctor Harrison, use my dead body for anything and everything beneficial, organ donation science experiments, what have you, as stupid as it sound, I want to do as much as I can in death. As for how a family feels, I honestly wish it wasn't so, but losses are sometimes to be expected, but not made trivial, every knows we should distance ourselves from those above, below and around us in the military, but it's hard not to make friends and get attached, but still, I feel almost as bad for the deliver or writer of the message as the people receiving it, it must be inconceivable horrible to know you are giving people the worst news... Roger smiled again, only this time it was in a bit of awe; Ryan really was brilliant.

That is an admirable thing, Lt., to give of yourself in death as in life. That's wonderful, and I hope that your family doesn't need to make that call. Do you know who you want to inform them, if it happens? You should probably have a chat with that person, if you haven't already, unless the Australian government assigns someone. I know in some cases, it's a chaplain and a JAG, but I don't know each individual chain of command. And you are right, it's inconciveable. I've had to inform a family a few times, and it's one of the hardest things a man can do. He fell quiet then, and let Decker continue.

you know us military blokes, we don't like being here all that much, and not at the moment, if you feel you need to schedule a check up or something of that nature for this, do so, but honestly, I feel Chambers might let you know if I go bat crap crazy. Roger chuckled, and nodded.

I am sure, and the reverse, as well, no?! Well, then. I usually assess people for further evaluation, but I think you're going to be fine on your own, so I won't require you to come in regularly unless you choose to. That said, my door is always open, do not hesitate to come by if something is bothering you, or if I need to see Corporal Chambers again. He left it there, and then stood to see the man out.

Tag:Ryan Decker, @whoever's next (Jason Conway?, Ryan Alexander?)

[Ryan Decker]

0916
Rogers Office
Meropis

Decker listened as Roger responded he smiled if only a little when he mentioned who might go and deliver 'the news' to his parents. He honestly hadn't thought about it. 

"That is an admirable thing, Lt., to give of yourself in death as in life. That's wonderful, and I hope that your family doesn't need to make that call. Do you know who you want to inform them, if it happens? You should probably have a chat with that person, if you haven't already, unless the Australian government assigns someone. I know in some cases, it's a chaplain and a JAG, but I don't know each individual chain of command. And you are right, it's inconciveable. I've had to inform a family a few times, and it's one of the hardest things a man can do." Ryan nodded gently and let it sit for a moment or two.

"it wont be a chaplain in my personal case, probably a psychologist or someone else, but you never know, not like I'll be able to do anything about it then, I'll be dead. I've not had to write a letter yet, you might see me around the first time or first times I do, I don't know how the General must go with it." He left it at that it seemed they were drawing to a close.

"I am sure, and the reverse, as well, no?! Well, then. I usually assess people for further evaluation, but I think you're going to be fine on your own, so I won't require you to come in regularly unless you choose to. That said, my door is always open, do not hesitate to come by if something is bothering you, or if I need to see Corporal Chambers again." The Flight Lieutenant nodded. 

"You'd know better than me, if you want me to come every few months or whatever, I don't mind, that much." he smirked as they stood. Ryan then walked toward the door. "have a good morning Doctor, if it gets too much radio me and I can always get one of the junior weapons officers to beam you out of your office to somewhere, maybe your quarters, I'll call it training." He nodded at the Doctor before walking out singalling anyone who was waiting they could proceed at the Doctors pleasure.

<TAG:Dr. Roger Harrison and End Decker>