Lt JG Tess Evinrude - A Ship Marches on its PADDwork

[Tess Evinrude]

((Deck 14, Operations Offices, USS Ronin))

((OOC: Just a few introductory comm tags for ya Shak, feel free to delay response and/or squeeze this conversation into whatever other sim(s) you're working on!))

Engineering had performed the brunt of the literal weapons-grade maintenance work, in tandem with Kessler and his exacting specifications and readiness expectations. And despite that, engineering teams had also been performing routine maintenance on just about every other system the Ronin possessed - original equipment, refits, and upgrades alike.

The ops department had supported its fair share of maintenance and then some, but their heavy lift for the past few weeks had been resupply, directing delivery of numerous pallets from Lolagi IV. More and more, it felt like operations was taking on the role of stewardship. Which, Tess supposed, was a noble cause.

oO Yes, a steward. Like the noble Stewards of Gondor...refusing to sit the throne while they organized day-to-day affairs. That's a much better-sounding title than custodian. Or space janitor. Oo

Tess smirked at his own rambling thoughts as he helped to process equipment requisitions. Paging to the next in the queue, he noticed a new arrival.

Evinrude: ::To himself.:: Oh! Someone will need a bunk...aaaand equipment permissions... ::Speaking aloud as he tapped at the console, he confirmed routine authorizations in the ship's computer.:: Okay Ensign S'tek...all set.

Thoughtfully, he skimmed through the new ensign's file. After a moment, he tapped his combadge.

Evinrude: =/\= Evinrude to Ensign S'tek. Just confirming that your berthing assignment has been processed. Check your PADD or any duty station for more info. =/\=

S'tek: =/\= Response =/\=

Evinrude: =/\= Agreed, glad getting aboard wasn't too difficult. Not often we push to maximum warp right out of shoreleave. Any personal effects missing? =/\=

S'tek: =/\= Response =/\=

Evinrude: =/\=  ::Cheerfully.:: Well, things will settle down soon. And, welcome! You're in good company in Security and Tactical. Tell Chief Kessler congratulations for me; that Medal of Valor suits him. =/\=

S'tek: =/\= Response =/\=

The operations lieutenant smiled and closed out of the staffing resource allocation tool. Returning to equipment requisitions and ship-wide resupply, he sighed at the amount of unstowed stores still needing a quartermasterly touch.

Evinrude: ::To himself.:: Glad we're at maximum warp. The sooner we get to wherever this Need To Know assignment is, the sooner I can delegate some of this.

With those words, a thought struck him.

oO That...might be bad luck to vocalize. Oo

His grin widened as he leaned over to knock gently against the only real wood he was aware of - the body of the guitar he'd brought to the operations wing for sanity breaks from PADDwork. He stretched out his shoulders and back, rolled out his neck, and squared up to the terminal for round two.

[End Scene for Evinrude]

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Lieutenant J.G. Tess Evinrude

[he/him]

Operations Officer

USS Ronin

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