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@ -65,8 +65,16 @@ When attention finally turned to Soot, they smiled and stood, paws clasped behin
Chuckles around the table. Soot knew they had a bit of a temper.
"I will not say 'thank you for your service to Nanotrasen' or anything so crassly capitalist, but I *will* say thank you for your service to *us.* We wouldn't be quite as whole as we are without you." They leaned forward and offered a paw to the old CMO to shake. "Earnestly, thank you, Doctor. Congrats on being kicked up the ladder to Central."
(Full command, CMO is Dr. R, now nearing retirement, greetings etc)
Applause around the table. An extra few boxes of donuts were set out, as well as an extra carafe of coffee for some and Kira's Special for others — it would probably not be a great start to the shift if half of command was sick from caffeine poisoning.
After a few more minutes of amiable chatter and yet more handshakes, Soot called the rest of the meeting to order. It was simply a sharing of tasks for the day, a report on the status of the station as left by the previous shift (new windows outside evac indicating a meteor strike, grime and wrappers *everywhere* indicating a lack of a janitor, and so on).
They always kept such brief. There was little need for more bureaucracy, when many of them would also be dealing with paperwork throughout the day, and only a few of them found such enjoyable.
It was all part of their ethos, when they worked a command role such as this. They were a leader in some ways, yes, but they were most of all a support. They were an older sibling to the whole of the crew — or so they imagined, as they had been an only surviving child. One of the kind ones. One who might offer gentle ribbing, yes, but one who wanted nothing more than to see them succeed. They were one who helped buoy them up, helping engi with the TEG here, helping med with chems there.
Of all the departments, though, they paid attention to epistemics, the department that tracked the intersection of anomalous events with this world, the one in which they inhabited. Trauma will ever do as it does, and they had no desire to ever let happen what had
(Command ethos: older sibling, wants to support the station)
(Glimmer keeps rising)