Ensign Talon Morda: Any jarheads in this cupboard?
Eston Melton
(( Outside the Marine Barracks, Deck 3, USS Khitomer, approaching DS33 ))
As Khitomer continued to DS33, Ensign Morda focused his on-shift time on lingering DC support and reassembling and re-inventorying small-arms stores. Off-duty, he took Lieutenant Zerva’s orders to heart. Tackling the more challenging task first, he accessed mission logs and SOPs regarding tactical duty, and requisitioned a supplementary console to create a facsimile of the bridge interface in his quarters. It reminded him of his sister’s finely-tuned keyboard, though he suspected his other sis would accuse him of abusing replicator resources for an outrageous gaming rig.
Having begun that plunge, he gave himself permission to follow-up on his other task: outreach to the Marines. He sent a written message to Lieutenant Torado asking for a time to meet, and she responded with the time and date for Zerva to present himself outside the barracks. Khitomer was at the fringes of starbase traffic when he arrived at the reinforced hatch. Morda pressed the bulkhead intercom button.
Marine: Yes?
Morda: Ensign Morda reporting for Lieutenant Torado.
Marine: Wait one.
So he waited. He hadn’t yet met the lieutenant, but he had read her precise and no-frills report from the Jorogumo. Eventually, the barracks hatch parted and an officer who certainly had to be Lieutenant Torado appeared. Morda brought himself to attention, eyes front -- and staring over her head, about 15 centimeters below his own.
Morda: Ensign Morda reporting, ma’am.
Torado: Response
Morda: Aye, Lieutenant. My commander suggested I’d benefit from cross training with you and your unit. I’d like to discuss opportunities for when we return to the ship -- or whether there might be an opportunity on the starbase facilities.
Torado: Response
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