Posted by Captain Molly Holloway (Commanding Officer) in Stores crashes the party. Tag the CO

Posted by Ensign Clinton Reed (Operations Officer) in Stores crashes the party. Tag the CO
Being the last person he would let onto the bridge and knowing that the CO was only of limited patience with his shenanigans it seemed prudent to call ahead before trying to get past bridge security. =^= Captain do you have a moment, I would like to visit with you =^= he sent as he left the XO’s office. This meeting was the one he dreaded, as he hadn’t seen the Captain since the flight deck incident and he fully expected to get his butt chewed on.

Nothing to it, take your lumps and get back to work Stores thought as he approached the lift.

Clinton”Stores”Reed,Supercargo

The call caught her by surprise, but somehow Molly had been expecting it. Ever since their less fortunate encounter in the hangar bay that she had been wondering when Reed was going to knock on her door. She worried that with their ‘environmental training’ she had given him too much familiarity in the idea that they might have become somehow ‘friends’ and his intervention in the whole Hammor vs Hudson debacle had only made her wonder if that was not the case. On the other hand, both Hammor and Hudson were now gone so it might be the perfect time to address it.

The reply came a few seconds later than expected, giving off the impression that she was purposely making Reed wait. =/\= Holloway here. Meet me in my Ready Room. Holloway out. =/\= She looked her wrist chronometer and bet with herself how fast the chime would ring.

Holloway, CO

It took just the time for Stores to make the walk from the XO’s office to the Bridge and thus the Captains ready room. He had been expecting if not the Captain then at least the X to call him in to trim his tail feathers, but alas no. Not particularly surprising to be honest as he suspected more than a little psychological warfare on the Captains part. For the first time, as he straitened his ‘uniform’ he regretted that the ship’s computer still refused to issue him a star Fleet uniform. With a wry smile he reached for the door chime as he rubbed his boot toes clean on the back of his legs and slicked his hair back.

Clinton”Stores” Reed, Supercargo