Lieutenant JG Jack Morrow - [[Re-Send]] Suds In The Bucket
Martin Tucker
It had been a while since he’d been down to check on his brew operation. His beers seemed to be a hit and sought after. Jack preferred small batches, plus his operation wasn’t very big, and he didn’t really want to expand, which would require asking for more space, and he had to beg for the small space he did have. And if he wanted more space, he’d have to go to Captain Niac, and not the First Officer, which was what he did to get his brewing system up and running.
And now he was on his back, halfway into his control console. Something had gone out, and it wasn’t like he could interrupt Commander Tucker or any of the engineering team. So he had to fix it on his own, and he didn’t mind that; they were in shore leave mode, he’d finished the paperwork from bringing in the FCA to get the Alliance of the Ronin’s back.
While he was messing with one of the controllers, the chip seemed to be burnt out, which he’d had a problem with power surges in the past, and he wanted to get it fixed so he could get back to brewing his latest beer, which was a triple IPA; he just needed a name.
That’s when he heard footfalls; he hadn’t realized someone had come into the cargo bay. For the most part, this was just the ship's stores, usually holding things for the Chef and the kitchen. He didn’t slide all the way out from underneath; he looked up and saw that the boots had come to a stop. Jack slid himself back out and looked up.
When he did, he scrambled to get to some sort of attention. It seemed the Captain decided to drop in. And really, Jack was pretty sure that maybe Raga didn’t read him in?
Niac: Response
Jack stood up, wiping his hands on a rag he had hanging out of his pocket.
Morrow: I…uh..figured that Commander Raga would have read you in.
Niac: Response
Jack couldn’t tell if he was being serious or yanking his chain. Either way, he couldn’t believe that the commander didn’t let him know about what amounted to a still, as he was working on a bourbon. He hadn’t been able to come across old wine barrels; actual wood was spendy.
Morrow: I mean, if you want me to take it down, I will. It’s just a hobby, though the 47 Lounge is featuring a couple of drafts.
Niac: Response
Jack ran a hand through his hair; it felt like horse hair at the moment. Probably because he’d been work on this all day, and felt grimy to boot. He was looking forward to an actual shower.
Morrow: May I speak freely, sir?
Niac: Response
Jack took a breath.
Morrow: I think, sir, it’s good for morale.. And people seem to like it. ::he smiled::
Niac: Response
