Lieutenant Anton Richards - Ops and the abnormally loud PADD
Writer Guy
((Reception Area, Security Center, Deck 7, USS Octavia E. Butler))
Anton stood patiently in the reception area of the USS Octavia E. Butler awaiting… someone. The communications mentioned that he would be meeting with a superior, although it didn’t seem completely clear who.
Whoever it was, Anton was certain that he was going to make a good impression this time, and he wasn’t even nervous about it at first, but the longer he waited, the more his brain rattled on, and what started as a concentrated effort to study the ship's deck layout on his PADD, quickly turned into an anxious flipping through of the device’s content, retaining almost nothing as the pages passed by him in a blur.
Anton’s nervous hypnosis didn’t last long however, as he was approached by a Terran Female wearing a security uniform. This was it.
Sherlock: Lieutenant ::pulling out her PADD as she'd forgotten the name already:: Richards. I'm Chief Sherlock.
What happened next must be the equivalent of the stars misaligning in Anton’s disfavour as Anton’s PADD fell to ground with a crash loud enough that it could have been attributed to an object twice its size and weight.
Richards: Lieutenant Richards.
Any other two words out of the English, Bajorean… pretty much any language would have worked… and Anton’s poor choice of said words barely left his mouth before he was bending down to retrieve his abnormally loud PADD.
Richards: I mean… Yes, Sir.
Sherlock: Welcome to the Butler. Hopefully the trip out to Deep Space 14 wasn't too long?
Anton hadn’t really noticed the length of his voyage, nor had he been awarded the time to admire the newly constructed station; the trip however, resulted in what was the first good sleep he’d gotten in months.
Richards: No. Not too long.
Sherlock: Well, I'll get your clearances setup and show you around. Most importantly, we'll get over to Ops and make sure you get assigned some quarters. And I'm sure they'll like to show off their little area of the ship. I'm sure you know how those Operations people can be?
Although this comment confused Anton, he took this opportunity to perhaps garnish himself some redemption.
Richards: Oh yeah. Ops people…
Anton trailed off shaking his head as though he had been recently inconvenienced by these “Ops people”.
Sherlock: Response.
Anton followed along intently as he was guided by his fellow security officer, he thought he was already getting the hang of the layout of the ship, and his rambling had allowed his nerves to dissipate for the time being.
Richards: And then they say stuff like, “Anton, that wasn’t a slight collision” and “Anton, stop pressing all the buttons at once”...
That last part wasn't even true, there were tons of buttons.
Sherlock: Response.
Anton was now fully ranting about the Ops people who hadn’t really done anything wrong to him.
Richards: “Anton, your com badge is upside down”. Like give it a rest, right?
Sherlock: Response?
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Lieutenant Anton Richards
Security Officer
USS 'Oumuamua - NCC-81226
T239802AR1
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