It was the day after his arrival, and the new Ops Chief was already slammed. Between the removal of the Quarter Master, reorganization of the supply orders and the rescheduling of the freight coming in, Hammor had his big green hands full.

As he made his way through the passageways at a brisk walk, he tapped his comms. =^= Ensign Reed. I’m sending you a list of items Science has been waiting on. They have been ordered and we have the confirmations, so they’ll be arriving in the next twenty-four hours. Need you to flag and tag those kits, get them asap to the Lab, fill them to capacity before we start using their bulk cargo space. Confirm? =^=

Hammor, Ops