Posted by Ensign Clinton Reed (Engineer) in Stores in his element, a Supercargo reborn. Tag Ensin Olsen:

Posted by Ensign Wiles Osten (Security Officer) in Stores in his element, a Supercargo reborn. Tag Ensin Olsen:

Posted by Ensign Clinton Reed (Engineer) in Stores in his element, a Supercargo reborn. Tag Ensin Olsen:
Before hitting the lift, Stores had already started calling the team leaders on his list, leaving Olsen for last. =^= Ensin Olsen, this is Stores. We have had a shake up in Operations and we are now conducting a combat resupply, I will be sending you buffer scans and will need your personnel to conduct secondary scans in the bunks and magazines. Safety is a priority so please enforce breaks, meals and shift changes. Any questions?”

Clinton”Stores”Reed, Supercargo.

A couple minutes later, a restrained voice answered over the comm. =^= Ensign Osten to Ensign Reed… Ensign Olsen in medical contacted me to relay the message you likely intended for me. Your request is acknowledged. And for the record, we’re security officers. Safety is always the priority. In fact, I’ve been ordered to oversee safety and security protocols on the resupply effort you’re orchestrating to ensure that you’re not cutting any corners that might endanger the crew. Expect my arrival shortly. Osten out. =^=

(Ensign Osten, Security Division Three Officer)

Stores smiled, no love lost there. They were always butting heads but he must admit that he respected the man. He was quite certain that either Isaac or the XO had put him up to keeping him honest.

“I would expect nothing less; Mr. Olsen.” Please remind your personnel of transporter safety protocols.” * couldn’t resist, could you?* He new that playing fast and loose with the transporters was what a small part of what got them off on the wrong foot, but he just couldn’t resist.

Clinton”Stores”Reed, Supercargo

Ensign Osten moved to slap his badge to retort but managed to stop his hand only an inch away from the communicator. He let out a long irritated sigh and threw a look over his shoulder at NEnsign Astin, his assistant division officer. “You better come with me,” he said as he rubbed his temples. “Just to keep me sane.”

“Oh I don’t know,” NE Astin replied with a sly smile as she popped up from the security console, “I kinda like him. He’s got some rough-around-the-edges charm to him, no?”

Wiles shot his partner a disappointed look and shook his head before they headed toward the cargo bay, his footfalls a little heavier than usual as he marched.

(Ensign Osten, Security Division Three Officer)