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Ready Room- Explanations

Posted April 5, 2021, 10:45 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Fleet Captain Ghubari Koraia (Captain) in Ready Room- Explanations

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Ready Room- Explanations

Posted by Fleet Captain Ghubari Koraia (Captain) in Ready Room- Explanations
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Hammor looked directly at her and maintained an air of professional demeanor, a subordinate addressing a superior. “Ma’am, if I may… I see this going one of three ways, as these conversations have done so in the past. One is you will side with the station’s staff and deride me for making their life difficult and taking liberties with regulations and protocols without looking at the full picture. Two is you will side with me and simply ask that I do not make life difficult for the station crew or take liberties with regulations or protocols again… knowing that I absolutely will if that gets the job done. Three, and this has happened only once but even as an outlier is still my personal favorite, is you will have read their report-slash-complaint-slash-temper tantrum; and you will now ask me for my side of what happened before rendering your opinion and deciding whether or not to thank me in private and scold me in public to appease station egos… which, by the way, I absolutely understand has to be done at times… or throw me off of your ship. Although…” and he gave her a long look of appraisal, “… I have no doubt that you could surprise me with a fourth option, Captain.”

Hammor, Ops

A tiny smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Well, at least I know you are able to evaluate a situation.” Lifting her arms to brace her elbows on the desk, she brought the palms of her hands together and tapped her fingers together. “I do want to hear your side of it. So please, by all means, fill me in,” she said, gesturing briefly with one hand before lacing her fingers together.

Fl. Captain Koraia, CO

Hammor nodded and said “Of course. When I arrived, I found a ship that was at less than ten percent of standard material stock… completely normal and understandable for what the ship and crew has done. That being said, regulations stipulate that all restocking and resupply points prioritize replenishment based on a na number of factors: those being deployment status, current stores, and availability of needed materials and equipment. While the Athena was the first priority for the last two categories, we were last for the first. And I knew that the Harbinger Dawn was en route and that they would easily take on all supplies currently stored on the station Supply Docks and we would be far overdue for the ship’s down time, thus cutting into the crew’s R&R. I requested that the Dock Master resupply us as a priority before he knew the Dawn was coming.” Here Daggum left off the part about bribing the Harbinger Dawn‘s Captain, his former CO, to give him the arrival time and date of the massive dreadnaught; but it wasn’t really germaine to the point, now was it? “And, as is typical for so many in that role, he said no because he views the supplies as his… not the ships that rely on them.” and he took a breath.

“So, I and I alone transported to the station docks and… well… ‘creatively re-organized’ the supplies stored there, making sure that the Dawn‘s goods were readily available… but were stacked up behind ours. The station could still load in and make sure the Dawn was stocked and ready to go on time… they just sort of had to load us up first. Simple logistics, Captain… a concept that seemed a bit foreign to the good Dock Master, actually.” and he shrugged his shoulders slightly.

“When the Dawn arrived, we were ready and able to accept our supplies… which, by the way, erased all outstanding requisitions for the past six standard months; save for the two Mark VII Dilithium matrix interfaces and a some ‘special requests’ form the lounge manager.” At the mention of her, the man’s jaw visibly clenched but he remained calm. “The interfaces are problematic across the fleet right now, Ma’am. Production was halted after an accident at the manufacturing site. From what I can find, they are still cleaning up from a rather nasty chemical spill, so those may be a while.” Hammor leaned back slightly in his chair and placed his hands on his thighs.

“At no time did I break regulations or protocols. In fact, I can verify that my ‘reorganization’ of the materials actually saved us more than a week of downtime and the Dawn more than two days, Captain. However, I will accept any disciplinary action you deem necessary. I will, however, do the same thing again should the need arise. And I say that not as a threat, Ma’am. I just want you to have all possible information.”

Hammor, Ops

No one could accuse Ghubari of showing her hand before she was good and ready to, and that was very much true here. She took in Hammor’s rather thorough explanation and never once interrupted. Nor did she indicate what she was thinking, her eyes and facial features utterly neutral. “And all the information is what I asked for, so thank you, I appreciate that.”

Rubbing the palms of her hands back and forth a couple times, she gazed at him, her pale amber eyes ever searching and dissecting. Her eyes had always been a particularly effective tool at her disposal. It wasn’t so much that she wanted to be imposing or make him uncomfortable, but nor was she above exercising that rather intangible gift many commanding officers had for drawing out long uncomfortable silences.

Finally, she reacted. The corners of her mouth twitched up and her eyes crinkled and finally she burst into laughter. And Koraia had a full, hearty laugh that was rounded with the rich tones of her accented voice. “I can just picture the look on the dockmaster’s face when he walked in and realized what happened.” She laughed some more.

Fl. Captain Koraia, CO

The breath Hammor had been holding let itself out and he smiled and chuckled. “Okay… option four it is, Captain.” and he inhaled and exhaled slowly. “His face was pretty priceless. I have a still shot from the security feeds, if you want to see it.” and he grinned.

“Nah, my imagination can fill in the gaps well enough,” Koraia said, still highly amused.

“But, Ma’am. So you know… no one, except the Dock Master… was put off or hindered. I only set others up to fail if they ask for it. And he did. But as of four hours ago,all the ship stores are fully stocked and all requisitions filled save two. All systems are working within normal parameters and we have green lights all the way across the Operations interface. Your ship is as close to one hundred percent as I could get her, Ma’am.”

Hammor, Ops

Ghubari nodded slowly. “Good. That’s what I like to hear. And of course all COs want their ships to be in perfect working order as soon as possible, so I’m mindful that sometimes we do need to play nice and share, Commander,” she said, deepening her tone slightly to emphasis her point.

Leaning back, one arm was outstretched so the tips of her fingers rested on the edge of her desk. “That being said, we’ve been through a lot lately and we deserve to have a little extra special attention I think. I am an officer with a great deal of clout and if I have to use it to make sure my ship and crew are given what they need then so be it. I’m not above using it.”

Fl. Captain Koraia, CO

Daggum gave her a half-smile and said “My job is to make sure you only need to do that in the most important circumstances, Captain. And trust me, if I ask you to use that clout, it’s because there was no other way at all.”

Hammor, Ops

Koraia smirked. “Well, good, because I don’t pull it out for just anyone,” she said with a gleam in her pale amber eyes.

Gently slapping her hands on her desk, she gazed at Hammor. “Alright, anything else I should know before I pretend to scold you?”

Fl. Captain Koraia, CO

Hammor’s face clouded slightly and he said “Well… possibly, Ma’am. Seems I may be having a sort of… I dunno… squabble? Breakdown in communication, maybe? Whatever it is, I seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot with the Lounge Manager, Marishka. Had to explain proper ordering procedures and such. She’s got some kind of issue with me, I think. Don’t really know why, Captain. But I also know that you have vouched for her to be on the ship. I just don’t want to step on your toes, I guess.”

Hammor, Ops


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