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Marine country, Making the rounds. Tag Harris

Posted Oct. 26, 2020, 10:09 p.m. by Colonel Calvin Harris (Marine Commander) (Jerome Davis)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Clinton Reed (Chief Operations Officer) in Marine country, Making the rounds. Tag Harris

Posted by Colonel Calvin Harris (Marine Commander) in Marine country, Making the rounds. Tag Harris

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Clinton Reed (Chief Operations Officer) in Marine country, Making the rounds. Tag Harris
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Stores decided to start at the far end of the ship and work his way back to the top. Stepping off in Marine country he mad his way to Harrison’s Office. The stroll threw the deck was short and pleasant and as soon he was before the Cornels office. A moments turpitude crossed his mind, the last time he had actually saw him was during the flight deck incident. nothing for it he reached out and keyed the door chime.

Clinton” Stores” Reed, Supercargo

SSgt. Brianna “Jersey” Reyes, Colonel Harris’ Command Yeoman, was half buried under her new desk head to head with a Fleet Engineering PO in the middle of complaining about the wiring rig under the desk when the chime rang out. “Goddamnit!” Came the muffled curse as a small spark zapped Reyes hand. “It’s open!” The young woman barked, not moving herself from under the desk.

When the door hissed open, Stores would see a pair of Marine Combat Fatigue trousers with a small pair of boots sticking out from under one side of the reception desk and a pair of Starfleet uniform slacks out the other. About the time his feet stopped moving, from under the desk came a female’s voice with a thick New Jersey accent.

“Yo… down here! What cya need?”

Jersey

“The question is what do you need” Stores voice held a note of amusement. “ We are on the launch clock, and I wanted to personally check with you and the Colonel to see if anything got forgotten in the rush.”

Coming around the desk and squatting, “But first what do we need to fix this mess?”

Stores

The young woman poked her head from under the desk with a warm smile. “Hey’ya Stores!” She looked tired and genuinely happy to see him. “Actually… your help would be appreciated. My desk was up on Deck One for over four years… I haven’t had to move it since.”

Pulling herself from under the desk, Reyes wiped her hands off on a rag and offered it to Stores to help her up.

“I don’t even know where to start with these damn Power Couplings down here”

Jersey

“Well Miss Jersey,” Stores winked as he took her hand and helped her up. “I bet the three of us can figure it out.” Once she was on her feet he activated his Tri-corder to see exactly what they were dealing with.

Letting out a low whistle, the problem was pretty clear. “How long has this desk been fallowing you around the Fleet m’am?

Clinton”Stores”Reed, Supercargo

Jersey blushed slightly. “Better part of five years… ever since Raven & I were stationed on the Starbase with the flight school. Three stations.”

Jersey

“There in lies your problem, the Dresden uses surge resistant couplings. Cuts down on console blowouts caused buy EM surges from the shields taking high energy hits.” The smile in Stores face never wavered. “ you either need a new desk or an NS style adapter.” Scratching at his chin stubble, “I could replicate an updated copy compleat with scratches and coffee stains if it has sentimental value…”

Clinton”Stores”Reed, Supercargo

Smiling warmly, Jersey shook her head. “I’m sure a replacement would be a pain in da’ ass Stores, not to mention pull ya away from things the Skipper needs ready to roll for the mission.” She batted her eyes sweetly, Stores was one of the few to see her softer side. “Ya think ya could just grab me one o’ those NS Adapters? I’m sure I can find a Flight Mech to install it.”

Jersey

“ That I can do,” Stores eyes seam to lose focus behind his glasses as he calls up the appropriate specs and has them ported to the nearest replicator. All he needed was a robe and pointy hat to compleat the image as he mutters and waves his hands in the air. As he had the new component transported to the top of the offending desk. All in under three minuets. “The Desk wouldn’t have taken all that long Miss Jersey, and it is my job to keep all of Dresdens departments supplied.”

Jersey watched in amazement as the part appeared before them. “Now dat’s a hellofa trick Stores! You gotta show me how you pull off some of your magic sometime!”

“Now back to the original question, anything needed to support the marine air group, you or the giant buzzard?” The look of mischief in the older man’s eyes was unmistakable.

Clinton”Stores”Reed, Supercargo

“Ah hell Stores! You hooked me up nicely… Raven’s in his office hangin’ up his I Love Me wall. Feel free to head on in!” With a friendly nod, Jersey went back to work.

Jersey

“I think every yeomen should know a little Magic Miss Jersey. Hunt me up after shift, either in the mess or the crows nest and I will show you how to link the replicators and the sight to site transporters.” Stores chuckled. He might be a department chief now, but he wasn’t giving up his little retreat.

Turning to the Cornels door and keyed it for entry.

Clinton”Stores”Reed, Operations

The shout from inside came instantly. “It’s open… come on in”

The Dresden’s Senior staff member and Officer was, as Jersey warned, standing along the right wall as Stores entered, about twenty awards deep on the impressive display.

Hearing Stores come in, Harris turned and smiled. “How can I help the Dres’ new Ops Chief?”

Harris, MarDetCO


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