Posted by Lieutenant Jarred Alindor (Chief Engineer) in Starbase - Requisitions
“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.

Kalani looked up from her seat at the men talking. While both men were holding PaDD’s, one of them was in charge and the other was not. Rank didn’t really matter here. When you needed supplies even a crewman outranked an Admiral. You never knew what was behind the door the men in yellow guarded like their lives depended on it. The men in yellow could have a thousand of your item or two. You had no idea so manners and finesse were always needed. Kalani thought of these encounters like a delicate diplomatic situation and the Lieutenant clearly had not taken the academy class Diplo 201: Overview of Hostile Species. Requisition officers could go from friend and ally to enemy and combatant with a single officer’s glare or angry comment.

“Quit while your ahead. Apologize…apologize,” Kalani said under her breath watching the situation unfold.

“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.

“No no no no don’t tell them to hurry. You will never get your stuff and you are going to hose up getting mine,” she grumbled taking a sip of her drink but never letting her eyes leave the two men half talking and half arguing. “God whatever you do please be on a different ship than me. At least it will give me something to break the ice with when I ask you how my order is going.”

“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 leaning against the wall.

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

Seeing the man take a seat, Kalani walked towards the man with the PaDD hoarding all the treasures everyone in the room sought. “Hello,” Kalani said a bit more sweetly than was probably necessary. It helped tremendously that the Ensign was male and she was female. Even if she wasn’t his type, men were men and a smile often went a long way.

“Ensign Crag,” Kalani said with a soft smile. Shameless yes but she also let her eyes dart away a bit shyly for effect. “I am sorry to bother you but I was hoping that you had some information on my supplies,” she let her eyes slowly meet his.

“Yes, Ensign Kane,” he said a bit gruffly. “I do and you are not going to like it.” Kalani’s brow crinkled some in confusion. “You do not have a signature from your CO, XO, DH or the engineering chief regarding these supplies and before you say anything,” he held up a hand to silence her opening mouth, “the signature you do have doesn’t count. You are no longer on the Ark Angel so Lt. Sadie’s signature does not count,” he turned his back to Kane.

“There has to be something I can do. I need those materials,” Kalani said almost desperately.

“Him,” Ensign Crag pointed to the Lt. sitting at the replimat. “You can go talk to Lt. Jarred Alindor. He’s the engineering chief and if you get him to sign off then you get your ....why do you need that much transparent aluminum, steel plating, sand,” his voice rose a bit questioning the list he finally had actually glanced at.

“Him,” Kalani pointed cutting the Ensign off.

“Yep…good luck,” Crag handed her the list back and turned to complete the orders that were piling up.

Letting out a deep breath, Kane walked over to the man sitting at the table. “Lt. Alindor,” Kalani asked approaching the table. “Are you the chief engineer on the USS Saracen?” Before she broke into begging a stranger to sign off on something she needed to make sure he was the right person.

Ensign Kalani Kane