Posted by Ensign Clinton Reed (Engineer) in Checking in with the ships counselor

Posted by Ensign Wiles Osten (Security Officer) in Checking in with the ships counselor

Posted by Ensign Clinton Reed (Engineer) in Checking in with the ships counselor
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Having put off checking in with psych for as long as was practicle, Stores finally made an appointment. Unfortunantly, at least from his perspective the Head of department was available emidiatly. So off he went, after a stop to wash is face and hands and change overalls to a clean set No sense geting crud all over the Shrinks couch then the ride up from the lower decks to the Cheif Counselors office. Taking a deep breath at the door Stores keys the door chime It’s not that I hate the witch doctors so much, its just a pain in the ass breaking in a new one

Clinton “Stores” Reed, Supercargo

“It’s open!” called a bright voice from inside. Renveer looked up as Stores entered, lowering the PaDD he had been inspecting. “Ah, Ensign Reed. Good afternoon! Please, have a seat.” Renveer extended a hand toward the loveseat couch across from the high-backed chair he was sitting in. The counselor stuck the PaDD into the crevice between the arm of his chair and the cushion, then crossed one leg over the other at the thigh and clasped his hands around his raised knee. “How can I help you today?”

(Lt. Comm. Renveer, Counselor)

Taking the offered seat with a reflexive glance at the legs of his overalls and the shoulders of his compression suit, “Thank you sir’ Stores drawled in his distict boomer accent. “ The fact is I have put checking in with you off past what I should as a new crewman”

Clinton “Stores” Reed, Supercargo

Renveer waved a hand dismissively. “I’ve been getting situated onboard myself. Truthfully, it’s more helpful for me that you’ve had some time to settle in. There wouldn’t be much of a point in discussing your assignment to the Dresden if you hadn’t gotten a feel for the culture of the ship.” He shrugged light-heartedly.

“My name is Renveer,” the counselor said as he leaned forward slightly. “Pardon the transparency, but I did read up on your file. You go by ‘Stores,’ is that right? An interesting moniker, if you don’t mind me saying. What earned you that nickname?”

(Lt. Comm. Renveer, Counselor)

“No. Need to apologies sir, its your job after all” Stores smile is strained, “as to how I got the handle Stores, the XO on the Vigilance was a navy history buff.
Apperantly warships back in the day didn’t have cargo bays as such and called their munitions, provisions, spares and other cargo “ships stores”.

“Being a boomer, I naturally was taped to assist in transferring salvaged materials to the ship as well as other replenishing operations, so when the X started calling me Stores it stuck.” Stores smile was genuine if not pained. “Been a minute since I even thaught of my self as Clinton Reed”

Clinton “stores” Reed, Supercargo

Renveer nodded with a thoughtful expression at Stores’ explanation. “Makes sense! Clinton Reed is quite the distinctive name as well. Which would you prefer for me to call you by?” Renveer’s head tilted to the side slightly in curiosity. The ensign’s last statement intrigued him and he wondered if there was more beneath the surface to unpack.

(Lt. Comm. Renveer, Counselor)