Operation: Cargo

Posted on Wed Nov 27th, 2024 @ 9:49pm by Nollel Livaam (*) & Caden Walker

Mission: Shackles
Location: Cargo Bay 2
Timeline: MD 01
1219 words - 2.4 OF Standard Post Measure

Nollel closed her eyes as she just savoured the hot chocolate in her hands as she waited for Caden to arrive. In the days since she had taken over Operations, she was not at all sure how she was logistically going to keep all the plates running without someone doing her job but that would be something she would have to talk to Caden and several other people around to keep that role running smoothly. She yawned and shook herself awake as she heard the door open on the early morning project she had thought of having to be done before they got the supplies.

“Hey.” She called out listening as her voice echoed across the cargo bays. She hoped he found her easy cause she was not at all thinking that she was in the mood to move and track him down.

"Miss Livaam," a voice said from somewhere behind her.

The woman jumped and clutched her chest, "You scared me." She stated despite how obvious it was. "Nollel... and it is Mrs I think is what you humans call it if you need something formal." She was not overly sure about human customs when it came to marriage. Aradana did not have many other than wedding bracelets.

"My apologies," Walker said, taking in the effect his sudden appearance had had on the woman. It wasn't that he meant to startle people (at least, not most of the time). He just had a tendency to make no noise when he walked. No talking. No whistling. No heavy footfalls. In fact, one of his supervisors got so frustrated with him for it, they'd threatened to string him up with bells (just so they'd know where he was).

"It is okay." She assured taking a deep break feeling her heart slowly come back to normal speed. She did not scare easily but he really had come out of nowhere and it was still early enough in the day that she did not quite have everything together. "You are not to blame for me not having everything together yet."

That much was obvious to Walker, but he did not comment on it. In fact, he did not say anything. It wasn't exactly a secret (to those who knew him) that making conversation was not among his greatest skills. The fact that they were still new to each other only meant that any attempt (on his part) to formulate an appropriate remark was going to be even more difficult. And so, he waited...silently. Soon, Livaam's breathing slowed and her face began to appear less flustered. Only a few short moments after that, she seemed to have regained her composure.

"You...wanted to see me," he asked.

Nollel calmed down enough to finally gather her wits and nodded. She had wanted to see him after speaking to her husband about how she was going to keep Operations running without being in the role that had been keeping the balls rolling. "Yes." She realised and smiled. "So since you came on board things have changed a little with me being moved into the Operations Chief role." She started. "So I need people to pick up a few things that were usually my things and that includes this place and us making some room for what we are going to be bringing onboard."

"Not a problem," Walker said. For some, the prospect of extra work might have been seen as a bother. He, on the other hand, saw it as an opportunity. Not only would it give him something to do, but it would also allow him even more time to complete his own inventory and familiarize himself with the ship (or, at least, its facilities). "What sort of supplies are we expecting to take on?"

"Things that a colony might need." She hinted with a wink. She was not sure what was really in the containers other than medicine and what she presumed would be weapons as it was connected to the Fenris Rangers. "But its enough that they will need this whole area," She indicated a few rows around them.

Walker watched as she motioned to the various units. He made a mental note of which ones she'd pointed to, and then added a few, just to be on the safe side. There would have to be some shuffling around, but nothing that he hadn't done before (and certainly nothing he couldn't handle). "How much time do we have," he asked.

"Not long enough to make a good job. 2 days." She sighed. She hated doing a job and not being able to make a good job of it all. She had the philosophy if she had a job to do it was better to do it right the first time and not have to repeat doing something that you did badly.

Not ideal, Walker thought to himself.

"I an not a fan of the approach we need to do but needs must. So we need to move this whole area to one of the inner cargo holds as this is more easily assessable." She pulled out her PADD to show what she meant and which hold she was moving it all too.

Despite the constraints that had been placed upon them (and Livaam's earlier remark about not having everything together yet), Walker found the proposal outlined on the PADD to be rather well thought out. It took into account the available space and time allotted as well as the logistics necessary to complete the task. "These, we should be able to relocate by hand or with the anti-grav carts," he said, pointing to several groupings on the list, "but these here..." He paused and indicated another set of items. "...these we're going to have to use the transporters for."

The woman nodded. "My thoughts exactly." She agreed and started to think about where to start. She was not afraid of hard work but she thought not having breakfast might have been a mistake. "Transported ones can go first to give us some space."

"Agreed." With that, Walker turned and made his way over to a nearby storage locker. Reaching inside, he pulled out a small, rounded container filled with signal tags. Theoretically, each unit should have had its own identification tag to be used for transport. However, in practice, that did not always turn out to be the case. Whether they'd gone missing (or were simply insufficient to the task), he'd found that it was a good idea to carry back-up just in case. "I will make sure the appropriate units are identified."

"Good let us not lose anything this cruise." She was still not sure how they had lost the container of her items but she knew that it would turn up eventually it was just silly that logistics had lost her own things somehow from transporting onboard to her going to search.

"That is the intent," Walker said, "That is to say...it is the intent not to misplace anything."

"We can only hope." Nollel laughed a little. It sometimes was the whole concept of what they were meant to do but sometimes the ship lost cargo for no rhyme or reason. It was the way of the universe on this ship.