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Ops Office: Mid afternoon/missing shipment.

Posted March 14, 2021, 1:02 a.m. by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) (Catt Bennett)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Ops Office: Mid afternoon/missing shipment.

Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Ops Office: Mid afternoon/missing shipment.

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in The Parthenon: Mid afternoon/missing shipment.
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Ted and Sunny tried not to notice that this was the fourth time Marishka had walked from her seat at the bar, to her office, and back again. Each time she looked even more frustrated in that way only she could. She was cursing under her breath in a colorful mix of Klingon and Orion. Each time it was getting a bit louder. Something about missing blue water but they couldn’t quite make it out. It could have been something else.

Finally she slammed a fist down on the dirty bar top and glared at her volunteer staff.

“Get back to the storage rooms and check again. We’re missing a shipment and that can’t be. While you’re at it, bring me another cup of coffee.”

People scattered at her words and Rachael approached from Marishka’s left.

“Hey boss, I got your coffee and a shot of that whiskey you always keep behind the bar, just in case.”

  • Marishka

An Ensign came into the lounge and looked around. When their eyes fell on Marishka, they took a deep breath and walked over. “Excuse me, Ma’am. The Operations Chief, Lieutenant Commander Hammor, would like a word please. And he is asking that you bring your past requisitions and delivery manifests to his office, Ma’am.”

NE Todd, Operations officer and Sacrificial Lamb

Marishka’s eyes narrowed. She picked up the shot of whiskey and set the empty glass down quickly.

“Yes. Of course he would. Sit my dear, I will be with you, and accompany you, in ten minutes. If he wants everything you’ve just requested, that’s how long it will take me to prepare myself.”

She gave Todd her seat and motioned to get the woman whatever she wanted.

As Marishka walked towards her office, Rachael and Ted gave each other the ‘shit’s about to go down’ glance.


In about ten minutes Marishka returned with everything Hammor had requested and redressed fort he occasion.

If he wanted an emerald serpent, he would get one.

“Lead on my dear.”

  • Marishka

The young woman led Mariska to the Operations Office situated near the main cargo bays. At the door, which was open, she rapped on the bulkhead and said “Chief? She’s here.” A familiar voice said “Thank you, Ensign. Could you go check and make sure that the engineers are on schedule for the shuttle repair? And Ms. Marishka, do come in please.”

Hammor sat behind his desk. Behind him, windows looked out onto the adjacent cargo bays of deck six, and both were the usual flurry of activity. Cargo came and went, and personnel arrived and disembarked.

As Marishka entered, Hammor stood and nodded once. “Thank you for coming on short notice. Please, be seated.” and indicated a chair in front of the desk. “I hope I am not interrupting anything too important, but a matter has come up that I thought would be better handled in person.” and he took his seat. “Care for something to drink?” he asked politely.

Hammor, Ops Chief

Marishka bore no ill will to the woman who escorted her to Hammor. She could have mentally torn the poor lamb to pieces but why?

She nodded politely as the woman left and entered the room at her own dignified pace. She had changed from the Grecian garb the Parthenon patrons were used to seeing her in, to a tight fitting sheer emerald gown that went from throat to ankle, intricately embroidered in a scale pattern with delicate bronze outlines. A matching cloak lay across her shoulders held by a bronze brooch on her left shoulder. Her dark hair was coiled into a herring bone braid favored by a certain time period in Human history. All of this amplified the bronze hue of her skin given by her Klingon father’s genetics, not the emerald favored by her mother’s Orion genetics.

“I’ll stand for now an I am not thirsty but, what can I do for you Commander?” she asked calmly.

  • Marishka

“Suit yourself, then.” he said, and then gave her a grin that was both professional and simultaneously indicated he was taking a small amount of personal joy in the situation.

“The reason I asked you here is that I need to review your requisitions history and shipment manifests. Seems we… well, I suppose I should say you… have a problem with the customs records on one of your shipments, and I have had to have it held over for inspection and possible quarantine. Before that, however, I’d like you to show me a record of your orders so I can see if this is a one time issue; or perhaps a more systemic issue that needs to be addressed. Either way, it is an issue I would like to help you resolve… or at least help instruct you on how to avoid going forward.”

Hammor, Ops Chief

Marishka didn’t think she needed this man’s assistance in anything but, he was doing his job so, perhaps, she should let him feel needed.

Her bronze and emerald heels and the small train of her gown glided silently across the floor as she walked up beside him. If he stood he was obviously taller than her but, since she had refused to take a seat, she held the higher ground even in his own office.

“I made certain to bring everything you requested of me. I’m not certain there is actually an issue here. None of my orders are out of the ordinary. Perhaps there was a change of personnel on the supply side or something. But yes, let’s go over everything.” she said setting down the requested doccuments.

  • Marishka

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