Posted by Ensign Issac Forgrave (Security Officer) in First day’s assignment cargo bay 7

Posted by Ensign Clinton Reed (Engineer) in First day’s assignment cargo bay 7

Posted by Ensign Issac Forgrave (Security Officer) in First day’s assignment cargo bay 7
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I hope I am not overstepping
Well, you sure clean up quite nice fer a man who was in cuffs just a bit ago.” A dry, accented voice announced a presence off to Ensign Reed’s side.
Issac had seen the disheveled Mr. Reed being escorted throughout the ship earlier, and had his curiosity aroused enough to seek him out once he was finished with his shift for the day. He couldn’t imagine that it was a common occurrence for new crew members, much less junior officers (as Ensign Reed appeared to be) to be led aboard in cuffs.
“Pockets, eh? Now that’s a damn fine addition to the uniform in my book, but Starfleet’s book may suggest otherwise. Not my call or business either way though; even if I was on duty right now.” Issac had by this point ambled over closer to Ensign Reed, within easy talking distance.
“Name’s Issac Forgrave; Ensign, Security. Coffee?” Issac held out a steaming mug of black coffee at arms length, with a inquiring but friendly expression on his face.
“If I’m not interrupting you, that is. Not my intention to run ya into trouble with yer Chief on day one.”
Ensign Issac Forgrave, Security
‘We are already off on the wrong foot, Mr. Forgrave. I don’t think you can make it any worse, infact a cup of coffee would make my day much better! Besides most of the transports are automated and inspection, logging I can almost do in my sleep.’ Replied the older Man. “Folks on the Vigilance called me Stores, unless I was in trouble” the last accompanied buy a wry smile and a dry chuckle. “ mind you stay behind the yellow line” as another grave pallet of micro Photon casings materialized 2m away.

Clinton “Stores” Reed, Supercargo

OOC: (out of character) No worries; just fine to change the topic line/location. I looks like you can change it when you reply to a post as well.

IC: (in-character)
“Ha! Can’t say I’ve been in too many spots where coffee made things worse, that’s for sure. Help yourself; there’s more in the thermos.” Issac gestured to a large flask hanging off his shoulder. “Stores, eh? Ain’t the worst name I recall getting thrown about, that’s for sure. Beats ‘Asshole,’ at least. Oh, and Issac’s just fine.”
Issac shuffled a bit at the mention of the safety line “Yeah, I’ve got my eyes on that line. Holler at me if I’m in the way; it won’t offend me none. Leastwise it’d offend me less than havin’ to haul myself down to sickbay ‘cause I got run over like a fool.”
“So, iffin’ ya don’t mind my sayin, it seems a bit unusual fer a man to be brought aboard his new station in cuffs, just to be released again. I’ve not seen any memos regarding a prisoner transfer or anything, so I suppose you’re here honestly enough.”
Issac took a long drink from his mug, his eyebrows turning the statement into a question.

Ensign Forgrave, Security

Taking the proffered mug “ I was working as a gang boss directing the loading and unloading of cargo at the station when I had a disagreement with an Andorian captain over his place in the que, it ended badly” as Stores turned and secured the pallett. “It isn’t getting ran over in here, I would be woried about as another pallet materialized.

Clinton “Stores” Reed, Supercargo

“I suppose one way or another, it ends poorly for damn fools standin’ where they ain’t supposed to. I happen to be quite fond of my current limb configuration so I’ll try to stand well clear.” Issac moved a bit further away from the working area. “Well, looks like you were doing a fine enough job, least good enough to get brought out here. Seems like they got a use for people what don’t let others cut in line.” Taking another sip of coffee, “Sure seems like you got a good eye for cargo storage at least. I’ve never been much of one for those grav jacks.”

Ensign Issac Forgrave, Security

“I grew up on a freighter, even surfed a few grave pallets in my day” Stores grinned” At least till she went down during the war, but I Served on a on a federation escort ‘till they scrapped her” Stores checking the PADD, and signaling the next transporter sequence.
“ so what Is young Issac’s story?” As he strode over and picked up the thermos and refilled his mug.

Clinton “Stores” Reed, Supercargo