LtCmdr Jovenan – Excuse me, waiter, this is not what I ordered
Jovenan
((Cargo bay 2, Deck 11, USS Artemis))
Jovenan paced around the cargo bay. At times, she wiped her hands on the skirt of her uniform, trying to straighten the non-existent creases. She didn’t know where the error had happened. Maybe she had typed in the wrong number. Perhaps her administrative assistant had made a mistake while filling in the form. Who knew if an ops officer had failed to grasp the scale while making the order. It was possible the supplier misunderstood what was demanded from them. Either way, it had happened, and now she needed to deal with it. A position of responsibility permitted much liberty in what the officeholder wanted to pursue, but when something went wrong, it was not fun.
The cargo bay door swooshed open. Jovenan turned to look at the goldshirt she now saw entering the bay. She rushed – speed-walking, not running, no matter how anxious she was feeling – towards him.
Jovenan: Thank you for coming, Lieutenant. ::turns, gestures at cargo holders:: Look at that!
Bergmen: Response
She scratched her cheek. After multiple space battles, phaser fights, Borg drones, landmine-filled caves and befriending senior officers, she would have thought that she’d be able to complete her own duties without anxiety rushing in any more. However, something as simple as a humanoid error, possibly even her own mistake, made her more nervous than any of those.
Jovenan: I, uh, I don’t know what happened at all. MPMF gel is difficult to acquire because it can’t be replicated without specialised equipment. The filaments degrade very quickly, so it can’t just be stored until we get more, either. This- this is not at all what I ordered!
Bergmen: Response
She handed her PADD to the young Gideon officer – well, young-looking, considering he might have been double her age – hoping that it would make more sense to him in written form. Multiphasic microfilament gel was already a difficult material to work with, and it was a crucial element to the experiment she was supposed to be running. However, looking at the containers the shuttle had brought in, there was a major fault that could be seen without further thought.
Jovenan: I ordered… I think I ordered, at least I meant to order, 5 tonnes of MPMF gel for the prismagon energy experiment I was hoping to run. An active optical data cable that is coated in the MPMF gel and moved in space can function as a kind of sweep net. However, the length of the cable needed is inversely related to the amount of the gel surrounding it. This… this is just 500 kilograms of gel! I can’t use the 100 metres of cable I’ve reserved for this, I’d need a kilometre of it!
Bergmen: Response
((OOC: I made up the gel. Free feel to invent other properties to it if you want.))
TAG/TBC----
Lieutenant Commander Jovenan
Chief Science Officer
USS Artemis-A
E239911J11