ChiefMedicalOfficer: Wonder how you ended up here in life, You wanted to be a surgeon not a nanotrasen paper pusher.

In order to effectively answer that question about both psychology and history, you would need to have access to the Company's on-file "psychoparadigm" brain scans. You don't, since you're just one station's ChiefMedicalOfficer. But if you did, it would look something like this.

NAME: WITHHELD FOR PRIVACY, SEE HUMAN CAPITAL DEPARTMENT FOR INFORMATION.

PSYCHOPARADIGM: Dozens at the door, screaming for blood. Three in the room with me. Red all over. I can't hear the cries of pain over the cries for guidance. A symphony. I'm conducting. Left hand, knife. Right hand, saw. Cut. Carve. Slice. None of them will get past me. Left hand, needle. Right hand, fire. Stab. Burn. Seal. Three down. Six more arrive to take their place. I'm not moving. I tell the scouts to stop giving me backup. Go find more and guide them to me. I'm not done. I won't be done even after this is over. I'll never be done as long as anyone here draws breath.

Let them come. Let them beat down my airlock with every consequence of their hazardous virulence, their irresponsible violence, their glorious valiance. Left hand, something metal, built to industrial spec. A sickening cracking noise from their bone. Right hand, something sizzling with fresh chemistry. They scream when I put it to their body. Let them come when I'm equipped with the fruits of all modern technology or when I've got a kitchen knife in one hand and a crowbar in the other. Let them come, shattering bones, pulverizing organs. High-caliber weapons fire. Radiation. Chemical warfare. Let them all come. Left hand, needle. Fill them with it. Right hand, fire. Burn them, seal. I don't care. I won't back down. I won't turn back. I won't run away. And I won't be beaten.

Just let them try to die in my medbay.

Left hand, defibrillator. Right hand, defibrillator. Clear.

RANK: CHIEF MEDICAL OFFICER
AGE: 39
EMPLOYMENT PERIOD: 20 YEARS, 7 MONTHS
LOYALTY RATING: 6

But you're still this station's head surgeon in equivalent rank. Once you have RedGiant off your back you'll figure something out.

SecOfficer: eat a wasp in a desperate bid for survival