Posted by Ensign Clinton Reed (Operations Officer) in Cargo Bay - We Ain’t Done Till There Ain’t No Room (Tag Reed, Open to All)

Posted by Lieutenant Priscilla Simms (Chief Science Officer) in Cargo Bay - We Ain’t Done Till There Ain’t No Room (Tag Reed, Open to All)

Posted by Ensign Clinton Reed (Operations Officer) in Cargo Bay - We Ain’t Done Till There Ain’t No Room (Tag Reed, Open to All)
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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

There was a pause. A relatively long pause =^= Confirmed =^=.

Switching to Transporter based cargo management for the bulk of the transfers and way from the lighters had made up much of the time, but he had had to hack the emergency transporters to manage the pace the new boss in OPS set. The crew just weren’t used to handling cargo this way, and he was constantly ‘encouraging’ science and security that they had to clear cargo before they could be re materialized, and the crew come longshoremen had struggled with tagging the appropriate locations for said cargo. Coming up on the 24 hour Mark things had been going much smoother, after a nights sleep Alfa shift was working much more efficiently with new system, and as the Dresden was still technically under Star-base One’s command, he had brought over longshoremen to establish a beachhead in cargo bay 5 to handle the Cargo that had to be manually transferred and shanghaied Star bass security personnel to bolster Olsen’s crew

Stores still couldn’t understand why starfleet designed ships to be stocked buy transporters and then insisted on using lighters. Dragging cargo threw the ship from the shuttle bay to the cargo bays was an insane amount of work.

Tagging the Lab supplies so the computer would inform them when they were 5 lines down the que Stores went back to work.

He had miles to go before he slept…

Clinton”Stores”Reed, Supercargo

Having spent the afternoon getting her crewmen straight in the Science Department, Priscilla decided she need a break. Without heading to her office first, she headed straight down to the cargo bay. Rumor was, they were departing in the next day or two. There were things the CSO wasn’t going to head into deep space without. So she headed for the Cargo Bay and discovered that Reed was the man to speak to about supplies, and he was in the shuttle bay.

One of the navy and safety green bedecked longshoremen pointed to a tall man in the classic brown and tan of the merchant marine, who was seems to be in an impromptu meeting, with a gang boss and a security officer.

Moving to that location, and asking two others to point him out, the woman arrived and waited till he wasn’t speaking to anyone before making herself known. “I understand you are Reed, the one in charge of cargo coming onto the ship?” She was five foot eight, and barely one hundred and ninety pounds. Her hand reached up to brush an errant strand of dusty blonde hair behind her ear. “I’d like to discuss a need I have.” She smiled at him with a sly look that said she knew it would take negotiations, and she was willing to do such.

Lt Priscilla Simms
CSO
Finishing up with negotiating terms between security and the civilian, Stores made notes to go out to all the team leaders.
Hearing the woman’s voice, Stores put his virtual work space on standby. Turning with a smile the older man stuck out his hand. “How can I help you M’am?” He looked bedraggled but seemed genuine.

Clinton”Sores”Reed, Supercargo

Priscilla smiled. “Priscilla, Priscilla Simms. I’m the new Science Chief. And,” she dropped her hand and glanced around, “and I am here because I understand we will be leaving in a couple days. I haven’t had much luck with the Quarter Master, and apparently my predecessor wasn’t either. The new Ops Chief took my lists yesterday, but I don’t hold much stock in him, either. Never had much luck with those guys in the past.” Her voice held a bitter taste that would let him know she didn’t take much stock in those who were supposed to look after others.

“Needless to say,” she pulled a small pad from her back pocket. “I have a list of things that Science needs before we leave back into the black. What will it take to get them here in time?” She hated the idea of bartering, but then again, she always did. But it was a small price to pay to be prepared out there when it was needed.

Priscilla
CSO

“The last I saw the Quarter Master the new Chief of Operations has him hanging from his thumbs” taking the the offered pad,”Let’s see what you need hear m’am, and we will make it happen.” Based on his orders concerning the other science department supplies he was sure he could get her hooked up, and probably threw proper channels.

“I do want to thank you for your people’s help M’am, took a minuet to get them up to speed but I couldn’t get this done with out them.” It was true, and he wasn’t the most diplomatic person when he was up against a deadline. Making a note to send a gift to them as he copied down the CSO’s list.

Clinton”Stores” Reed, Supercargo

As he takes note of the list, everything there is set already on the incoming manifests. It’s the identical list the Ops Chief had given him.

“I appreciate it.” It took her a moment and she frowned slightly.

“Wait… what did you say about the Quarter Master?” She raised her brows and smiled silghtly, her arms crossing over her chest. “Did you say the Ops Chief strung up the Quarter Master?” The edges of her lips curled up in a grin. “If you are serious, perhaps this new Ops Chief has potential. Most I have dealt with are pompous routes who care nothing for the ship and only about their own comforts and how little they can get away with doling out to keep us under their thumb.” There was a biting venom in her voice that leant no doubt to the fact she hadn’t known any good Ops Chiefs, or Quarter Masters, for that fact.

Priscilla
CSO
Laughing, “last I saw the two of them the Quarter Master was quite literally cowering in the corner, and I was told get the ship restocked. He also called me yesterday with the exact same list you gave me, and told me to keep an eye out for it. He wanted me to insure the labs were fully stocked before any of it went into the bunks. So judging from that and all the changes and adds I have seen in the last 24 hours, he is either the real deal or he is putting on one heck of a sham.” The truth was Stores wast sure he wouldn’t be stacking crates in the Corridors before it was all said and done, not only had he been given 48 hours to catch up the Chief increase their incoming Stores buy a wide margin.

Clinton”Stores”Reed, Supercargo

Priscilla couldn’t have been more obvious in her surprise if she had feinted. “He had the Quarter Master… cowering?” She actually covered her mouth to stifle the giggle. “Well then… and you said he’s already ordered my list? Then perhaps he is redeemable after all. Well, as there is a lack of supplies in Science so about 90% of that order is gonna fit in the department. And the rest is large sets for the storage area. And there is room in there as well. If you let me know when it gets here, I’ll send down some extra bodies.” She was smiling and looking around.

“No sense porting all those supplies threw the ship m’am, If I can do so personally I will make sure some one comes up so we can beam the pallets directly to the labs.”

“Maybe I do need to go see Ops and thank him.”

Priscilla
CSO

“Don’t forget your inhibitors” Stores winked behind his visor Hammor can be a bit overwhelming.” The big grin spread a cross his face erased any signs of fatigue.

“If there is anything else you need let one of us know, if we can’t get it one way or another I will try my best to to manufacture it for you.” Something across the deck caught Stores eye and he let out a piercing whistle, then hit his com “Mind that, we don’t have time for an accident shutting us down!” Turning back to Priscilla, “Sorry about that, things are a bit hectic at the moment. As hard as ai try to keep cargo out of the shuttle bays, their are some things Olsen just won’t let me transport or bring in to bay 5. Then some fool is always trying to get himself killed…”

Clinton”Stores”Reed, Supercargo

“No need, just doing my job.” came a deep voice from behind them. The big frame if the Ops Chief came down a break between two big stacks of crates and checked off a PaDD and handed it to the Vulcan trying hard to keep pace. “Make sure those get to medical asap. And this time they sign for them, got it?” and the Vulcan simply nodded once and turned and left.

Hammor approached the CSO and Reed and said. “Hello Lieutenant. Fancy seeing you down here.” and he smiled politely and then said “But unless you are here to move cargo and are certified on the TH-79 cargo sleds, I’m gonna ask you nicely to please get the heck outta my cargo bay before you get squished. That’d be a true waste of personnel.” and he smiled wide and swing an arm in the direction of the door.

Hammor, Ops Chief

Priscilla had been about to respond when an almost familiar voice came from behind. “Chief, a pleasure.” The CSO replied and nodded to the room. “Impressive. I would say on any other ship, we’d be hard pressed to place this stuff anywhere. But if Science is anything to go by, we’re gonna be playing ‘put away’ for a while and just bringing things up to where they should be stocked to.”

At the threat of putting her to work or kicking her out, the yound woman took the latter. She turned to Reed and smiled, “It’s been a pleasure. And I’ll make sure there’s plenty of room for porting.”

Turning back to the Ops Chief, her smiled brightened just a touch. “I think I will choose the latter and depart. The idea of being ‘squished’ is not on my agenda for the day.” As she started to walk away, she turned and touched the large man’s arm a moment. Her smile, still bright, softened to something a bit different, her voice lowering a touch in seriousness, though still heard in the cacophany of the room. “And Chief… thank you. I mean that.” She looked him in the eyes, the best she could from nearly a foot below him, and then dropped her hand to go.

Priscilla
CSO
(godsmacked we have someone who knows what they are doing)