Lieutenant JG Ras El'Heem - Interdepartmental Reassignment
Ras El'Heem
((Cargo Bay A-24, Deck 8, Deep Space 33))
His new posting couldn’t be eased into like the last. He wasn’t an ensign fresh off the boat, there was interdepartmental drama that resulted from his transfer, and most of all there wasn’t a space mom to give him the tour. Ras’s first day in Science was a whirlwind. He started it off with a heated exchange with Hobart, decompressed from that with therapy and ended up trudging up more feelings than he wanted, and then landed smack dab in the middle of an ongoing experiment with gel packs. The whole thing had tired him out beyond belief, and today he decided he would work on some of the untouched backlog that had piled up since their time in the nebula.
Ras stood outside the cargo bay, blue on his collar, and PADD in his hand. The large warehouse door was a flood of freight traffic, in and out of the cargo bay. Dollies carrying crates, ship parts, food stores, even a container labelled “Biohazard” swam past him. The task he’d undertaken was mundane, and that’s how he wanted it. “Retrieve allocated science equipment for new labs aboard the USS Khitomer.” That, he could do.
The Kressari zigged and zagged his way around the mad house of movement, attempting to find a foreman to ask about their requisition. The loud, hyper focused dock crew didn’t even bat an eye at him. And he appreciated it. He felt normal for the first time since he’d woken up in the biobed. No one staring at the spot where his hand was missing, no one bringing up the trauma of what he experienced. Just worker ants transporting their assigned cargo to it’s destination.
Finally, among the horde, Ras identified a Klingon woman who seemed to be in charge. Between barking orders, ferociously and signing PADDs she was brought, there was no doubt that she could direct him to what he was looking for.
Foreman: ::yelling, spit flying from her lips:: And I told him, he can’t pick up his damn shipment until he gets his paperwork in order. ::turning towards another approaching dock worker:: Did you get the bill of lading?
Worker: Yea. Right her boss. ::hands over PADD::
The queue forming to converse with the queen ant was oppressive. He felt packed like a sardine, jostled this way and that as he waited his turn.
Foreman: Good. Give em clearance to bay 4, once that Bajoran freighter is clear. ::turning to another approaching individual:: What do ya need?
C Dewitt: Response
Ras recognized that voice. He pushed through the crowd until he could see who it was.
Foreman: PADD? ::extending hand towards Connor::
He wasn’t surprised to sim him there, every department was restocking and doing inventory, most of engineering. The near constant repairs of the Khitomer were turning the New Orleans Class into a ship of Theseus.
C Dewitt: Response
Ras got a little more assertive, and put his weight into it, shifting an opening in the line, towards the front. He was confronted with “watch it”s and “wait your turn”s but paid no mind.
Foreman: ::turning to yell: Sart! Get me the cargo in section 431-Theta. ::turning back to Connor:: Give us a bit, the reopening of DS33 has given me quite the job security ::chuckling, then yelling abruptly:: next!
The newly minted science officer saddled up to the Klingon and presented his PADD.
El’Heem: Picking up requisition A77Gamma14-14. ::turning to Connor:: Hey, Chief. Fancy seeing you here.
Foreman: Chat later, we got a line here. ::taking PADD:: This requisition has been sitting in the deep stacks since before the invasion, what took you so long?
C Dewitt: Response
El’Heem: ::to the Foreman:: I…uhhh…I’m new?
Ras winked at Connor and then quickly reprised his acting role for the woman.
Foreman: Whatever. You’re lucky we didn’t send it to auction. We can’t hold cargo forever. Don’t let it happen again. ::yelling without looking away:: Sart! Get a cart and take Melissa. Deep Stack 12. ::handing PADD upon Sart’s arrival:: It’s going to be buried. Crate says “Interdepartmental Reassignment” in big red letters. I remember this one coming in. Came off an abandoned scrap heap a few months ago. ::to Ras:: wait over there ::pointing then yelling:: next!
The man stepped aside and fell in next to Connor. He crossed his arms and watched the hustle and bustle while he waited for his shipment.
El’Heem: Parts for the ship?
C Dewitt: Response
El’Heem: What else would an engineer be requisitioning? ::chuckling::
C Dewitt: Response
TAGS/TBC
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Lieutenant JG Ras El’Heem
Science Officer
USS Khitomer (NCC-62400)
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