Posted by Lieutenant Commander Jessica Vaughn (XO) in Main Sim - Cargo Bay

Posted by Gamemaster Mr. Snuggles (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - Cargo Bay

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Jessica Vaughn (XO) in Main Sim - Cargo Bay
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Chaos reigned in cargo bay number one. Workers were shifting crates all over the place, and in the centre of it all was a tall lanky ginger with a magnificent moustache. Holding a data padd, he seemed to be quite content to order around the workers while trying to look important. Although he was scheduled to be unloading at this point in time, the amount of room his cargo was taking up seemed to be causing some discontent among the other occupants of the area. Within all of this chaos was a thin human woman with shorter black hair that went down to her neck. The spectacles on her eyes glinted as she scurried through the bay, constantly chattering to anyone within range.

“Excuse me, that is actually very fragile…”

“Oh my apologies, I did not see you there…”

“I really think that it would go better if you placed it over there…”

“My word, there is no need for such language…”

“Could I bother you to put this on the other side of the stack?…”

In the end, one of the dock workers hit the comms unit on the wall, “Hey, we got some sort of issue going on round here. Might be nice to get someone to sort all of this out before on of my boys gets crushed under something, or their ear falls off.”

Mr. Snuggles (GM)

=/\= On my way,=/\= Jessica said heading down to the cargo bay. Once arriving there she stood in the door and just observed the chaos. In a way, it was like an ant hill. So many people scurrying about with no obvious order yet when you looked at the bigger picture, each one has a task. Several seconds later Jessica let out an ear screeching whistle. This would do two important things. First, it would stop everyone so she could ask questions and secondly, nine times out of ten, make the leader of this chaos identify themselves.

Lt. Commander Jessica Vaughn, XO

As soon as the whistle sounded, the entire bay fell quiet, except for the sound of boxes being placed down. Although everyone was quiet, the moustached man from earlier started to force his way through the crowd towards Jessica. As soon as he reached her, he narrowed his eyes, “Ma’am, I am hoping that you can tell the ruffians on the adjacent cargo space that they are preventing my workers from getting their jobs done correctly.” Despite his remark, it could clearly be seen that his cargo had started to spill over into the other section, causing some issues for the clearly agrivated looking Bajoran in charge of that area.

Mr Snuggles (GM)

Jessica leaned slightly to the left looking at the area the ginger indicated. “Of course, You do seem to need more room. Let me help you,” Jessica nodded. Walking away from the man she snapped her fingers. “I need help with these five crates,” she said looking at the men working.

“Lt Commander,” the captain of the Bajoran freighter stormed up to her. “This..this is ridiculous. We are all given a designated location,”

Jessica held up a finger to silence the man. “I am well aware of what the rules are,” she said waiting for the men to lift the spillage from one section to the other. Once it was clear Jessica spoke. =/\=Computer erect a forcefield dividing section 13D for 13 E along the designated specification of that areas cargo allotment. =/\= A faint shimmer rose as the areas were divided off before the wall became invisible.

“Now I assume you will both be able to unload your cargo without further difficulites,” Jessica asked in a polite tone.

Lt. Commander Jessica Vaughn, XO

While the Bajoran Captain just nodded, the moustached man gave a short bark of laughter, “Good show, it knew that it was a good idea to stop here!” He slapped the woman from earlier on the back, as she had approached to see what all of the commotion was about.

As the man went off to continue ‘directing’, the woman timidly approached Jessica, “Um… Excuse me Ma’am, I was wondering if IcouldpossiblyhaveamomentofyourtimeyouseeIwashavingsometroublepassingthoughcustomsandwaswonderinghowyouwantustodeclareourcargoasitisarcheologicalinnatureanditisratherdelicatesoIwaswonderingifweneededtofilloutmoreformsorlessformstodealwiththis…” The woman continued to ramble on although at this point it seemed that she had started talking about how long the trip was on the way there. Needless to say, she seemed ill equipped to deal with the procedures that were required of her.

Mr Snuggles (GM)