Lieutenant Deacon Frost - Inventory
Martin Tucker
Deacon continued cleaning and inventorying the phaser rifles, power cells, and determining which needed to be recharged. Since they’d broken orbit and recalled people from shore leave, they’d run a few internship drills. Deacon had already returned to the Ronin when the recall was put out. He’d spent a couple of days hiking in a secluded area that was definitely not for the novice hiker or rock climber, for that matter. It presented a challenge that he relished, and he did it solo. He wasn’t one for many friends on the Ronin yet.
Sure, he had colleagues, but no one he hung out with. He was an introvert for the most part, and he was happy with that, well, sometimes. He just needed to get out more, or at least that’s what he was telling himself. He heard the door to the armory swish open, he looked over his shoulder to see who it was, it was Senior Chief Kiran Rork, who was just coming off shift.
Deacon: How’d it go? Rothschild give you any problems?
Kiran: No, he’s sleeping it off in the brig. I didn’t think I was going to have to physically recall him from shore leave, but here we are.
Deacon: Sorry, Chief, he’s a pain.
Rork raised an eyebrow
Kiran: Yeah, he was, I guess, drinking black holes all night, whining about his love life to anyone that would listen in the 47 Lounge. Being, as the humans say, a Debbie Downer.
Frost couldn’t help but chuckle at that, listening to the gruff Bajoran use human phrases.
Deacon: At least you used it correctly. I’ll have you trained yet, Senior Chief.
It was Rork’s turn to raise an eyebrow.
Kiran: Me? Trained? ::he chuckled:: Sure, sir.
Deacon smirked and turned his attention to the next phaser rifles. He pulled the power cell and was checking it for a solid charge, it seemed a little unstable so he put it in a small pile of power cells that would either have to be repaired or disposed of. He’d also need to put in a requisition for new power cells with the Quartermaster.
Kiran: Any idea where we’re headed, Lieutenant?
Deacon shook his head.
Deacon: All I know is that the Chief is in some sort of meeting. I’m sure once he’s down with that, he’ll fill us in. Until then, give me a hand with the inventory.
Kiran: Aye, sir.
They both went back to taking inventory, both thinking about where they were headed and what they would be asked to do this go-round. A good search and rescue would do Deacon a lot of good, but for now, it was inventory and then drills.
