At the same time as the doors to the cargo bay wooshed open, and pallets of supplies started to be brought in, the whine of the transporter could be heard. A panicked Ensign Checkem came running through the door.

“Um, start lining those pallets up against the port wall. We’ll have to move all of the existing supplies towards the starboard side. Can I get someone to clear the transporter pad for me? We have more cargo coming in.

“No!” He shouted as he went running across the bay. “Take that pallet to cargo bay 2. And make sure to not tip it!

“No I don’t know why, it’s just what the label on it says.”

In the background there was a crash. “I should have called in sick,” he said mumbling to himself. He paused and took a deep breath.

“STOP!” He shouted. Thankfully everyone actually stopped, though there was still the sound of a falling bucket somewhere. “For the love of the Sisko slow down! I need to check these supplies in as we go. Now one at a time, let’s pretend we are in Starfleet here people.”

• Big Gorilla