Posted Dec. 17, 2018, 11:23 a.m. by Lieutenant Scott Woods (Chief Engineer) (Geoff Joosten)
Posted by Civilian Elizabeth Notta (Lounge Manager and Bartender) in Station - Arrival of the Inspector General (Tag ALL)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Omni (2 of 13) (Executive Officer) in Station - Arrival of the Inspector General (Tag ALL)
Posted by Civilian Ferl’lak (Director of Civilian Operations) in Station - Arrival of the Inspector General (Tag ALL)
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The USS Interror made it’s way closer and closer to the station. Automated traffic control was the only communication coming from the ship. When the ship was aboout forty-five minutes away Stout, who sat scowling in the Control Center, hit the comms. =/\= All Department Heads and Command Staff report to the Control Center immediately. All hands, prepare for arrival of Inspector General. =/\=Stout, CO
Ferl’lak put on his best tailored suit because Rule 47: Don’t trust a man wearing a better suit than your own was on his mind and he wanted to make Damn sure he had the upper hand. But Rule 33: It never hurts to suck up to the boss came to his mind as well. But which boss he wondered.
He made his way to the Control Center and reported in. “Mr. Ferl’lak is here my good captain. He held the PaDD that contained his accounting information.
Ferl’lak
Omni did not speak upon arrival, which had become characteristic of her. Clasping her hands behind her back, she nodded to Ferl’lak and then to the Captain.
Lt. Cmdr. Omni
XOElizabeth could be found behind her bar. She looked up at the announcement but rather than let it bother her she continued to take care of her patrons. She smiled as she set a plate of food before the gentleman sitting there. he’d ordered the burger with fries while his date had ordered the grilled chicken salad beside him. She placed their drinks before them. “Enjoy.” She smiled softly waving to her cook in the back. “Cookie’s the best in the quadrant.” She grinned.
Elizabeth Notta, B&L Owner.
Scott, for his part, bolted upright and smacked his head on a conduit when he heard the announcement. Grumbling something to himself he sat himself up before shouting, “Pol, keep scanning the outer ports for the power feedback. I don’t want another replicator squirting hot coffee all over the Inspector.” He rubbed his temple before rolling his soft body out from under where he was working. After wiping off his hands he made his way to the turbo lift and took it all the way up to the control center, not bothering to change this time.
Upon arriving he gave a sharp salute to the CO then took a spot along the back wall, leaning against the edge and hoping to God he got the structural reinforcements done in this section of the ship.
CE Woods.
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