(( Cargo Bay 1, Deck 11, USS Artemis-A ))
It has always been fascinating how shore leave can affect the ship. Fewer people on board meant that those still on duty had to rotate their responsibilities within the department to cover for those on vacation, leaving those in service to dream about the vacation that will eventually come. And then there were those small details, such as the sequential lighting in the Cargo Hold. The Cargo Hold, which was always set to be fully lit if entered during deployment, since there was never just one person conducting inspections or supply runs.
Lieutenant JG Ollie Bergmen was the one who ended up drawing the short straw, making it his responsibility to inspect the cargo hold for equipment and supplies needed for the next deployment, and he also needed to verify whether the deliveries made according to the requests of other departments had already arrived. He didn't mind at all. He didn't like Risa. No, that wasn't exactly true. It would be more accurate to say that he simply didn't find a planet interesting, unlike his other colleagues. He spent his childhood and most of his life in a paradise world, after all. Seen one, seen them all.
Meanwhile, working in the OPS department offered something new every day. Even though the job for today was verifying the labels on crates and their cargo, which the lieutenant enjoyed with a somewhat childish yet playful game of jumping at the sensor's boundary, causing the lights to flash on and off between different sections of the Cargo Hold.
Bergmen: Light is on, light is off. Light is on, and…
His game was interrupted by the PADD beeping, confirming that the scanned labels and cargo matched the manifest. The lieutenant paused to check the screen and review the number of scanned labels to ensure he hadn't forgotten any. And all were scanned, for which the lieutenant was glad, as that confirmation saved him the somewhat embarrassing search for the single label on the single box he had somehow overlooked while scanning the crates two rows ago. Bergmen sighed while glancing at the next rows of crates awaiting check and confirmation, and cast a quick look at his chronometer to determine if he had enough time to finish this task before the next planned on his duty roster.
oO 30 minutes... Not great, not terrible. Oo
Time for games was over, that he knew. And yet he smiled as he unclipped the tricorder and proceeded to the next row to begin his next cycle of scanning. Playing with the lights added an element of fun, yes, that was true, but it definitely wasn't worth working overtime.
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Lieutenant JG Ollie Bergmen
Operations Officer
U.S.S. Artemis-A
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