“I said I needed 25 mm jackets, not 2.5 mm!” Jarred shouted at the burly Catian reparation officer. He was trying to get everything the Saracen needed for their mission but was finding people forgetting how to do their job properly.

“I am sorry sir, but this is what your staff sent us. It’s going to take time to get the order fixed.” Ensign Crag said, not seeming to enjoy being shouted out by Jarred but not wanting to step on an officers toes who out ranked him. Spacers, always think you can push around the Basers he thought as he he nodded at one of the men to begin making the change.

“Oh don’t push this on my time, I have the order here.” Jarred said, bringing out the PaDD which showed a clear request 25 mm jackets as his time had requested. “I mean just admit the mistake but don’t pass the buck, you are better than that…” Jarred said as he shook his head, he didn’t want to yell at the man, it was an honest mistake but he wanted to get back to the ship as soon as he could. Growing up on a Starbase he never felt right coming back to them, like returning to the home of a relative who passed on.

“Look, we have the time, and I am sorry for shouting but can you at least expedite the process?” Jarred asked Crag who nodded.

“I can get it done faster, just give us space okay?” he gruffed, he was glad the Lieutenant wasn’t trying to push to hard but he didn’t feel like having a circular conversation either.

Nodding Jarred looked back, the place was bustling everyone inspecting their cargo and materials. Jarred did find a striking figure north of him, medium build light brown hair, blue uniform.

Jarred found himself going to the replimat near the cargo requisitions area, it was a small area to relax for their teams and he didn’t feel like exploring the rest of the base. Having a coffee and doughnut was going to do well enough to keep himself satisfied.

Alindor, CE