In Need Of The Following

Posted on 21 Jul 2018 @ 12:34am by Senior Chief Petty Officer Charles Stephens Jr. & Senior Chief Petty Officer Mila Rasputin

680 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: The Search Begins
Location: Operations Department
Timeline: MD 3 || 1300 Hours

Mila left the bridge and headed to the Operations Department and entered it without missing a stride as the door opened for her. She looked around for a moment, then spotted the Operations Senior Chief by the scar on his face. She wondered why he had left it instead of having it removed, but figured it was there as a reminder. She shrugged it off as she approached him with a smile on her face.

"Chief Stephens, I am Chief Rasputin, Captain's Yeoman and I am having request for your department," she said.

He was working on her after after action report from the last away mission he had been on. He looked up at the voice of the other Chief. "Chief, hows it going? What can I do for you?"

"I am needing one hundred size one pink and blue diapers. Sixty feet of blue silk and sixty feet of pink silk. Twenty yards of soft pink material and twenty in blue. I am also needing one hundred velcro tab and pulls, a blue stuffed teddy bear one foot tall, and a pink stuffed elephant of soft materials," Mila told him.

Charles was not ready for that list. His jaw started to open as he heard the list rattled off like it was an everyday grocery list. He wasn't sure how to respond. Why in the world would someone need..... "Ummm, ok some of that will need to be replicated of course. When do you need it by?" He decided to not question and just get the parameters of the job.

"By end of week," Mila responded after a moment of thinking. "If you are being able to be getting it to me sooner, I will put in special requests to others for you."

Charles thought about what else he needed to know. "Um, oh yeah where do you want all this delivered?" He was trying to make sure to cover all of his basis.

She gave him her quarters assignment. "If I am not being there, please be notifying me instead of going in," she said. "Chow is being skittish of new people."

That was a very reasonable request and one that Charles would have gone by even before being asked. Chow. That is a different name. Hearing the word made his stomach growl instinctively. "Chow is?" He inquired.

"He is being friend," Mila responded. "And he is being Capuchin white faced monkey."

"I see." Charles replied. "Well we sure wouldn't want him getting out. That would be a heck of a headache for everyone." He said with a smile. He had not meet Chow as of yet. "Is there anything else I can do for you before I start looking into your request?"

"NYet, things are being good," she said. "Are you having need for anything which is requiring Captain's attention?"

"Really just workin on the transition from one yellow department to the other. I really think it is going so smooth because I have worked with much of the ops team when I was doing damage control." Charles said proudly.

"Let us just be hoping that we are needing less damage control and more orders like this," Mila responded.

"Being stuck in the zone will make both deals increasingly difficult if we can't find some trade allys soon." Charles gave a grim report.

"We are not being in danger for long time yet," the Yeoman responded. "We are being fully stocked up from Deep Space 15 still. I am seeing everything that is coming aboard from my office."

"Must be my alarmist mind-set. I hope we are going to fine but who knows if or when we are able to get back out of the Zone." Charles clarified his comments.

"We will be doing fine," Mila told him. "For now, I am in need of getting back to Administration, but I am thank you for everything."

"Yep, let me get started on your list." Charles said with a nod and a smile as he turned to a nearby console to start placing some orders with his team.

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