Bad scheduling for the past

Posted on Tue Mar 24th, 2020 @ 8:01am by

Mission: Cruel Meridian
Location: Corridors/ Cargo Bay 4
553 words - 1.1 OF Standard Post Measure

ON

Vannan was walking along the corridor from OPS; she needed to check the status of supplies in Cargo Bay 4; it is best to keep the people happy and that is the ‘treats bay.’ The ship is in transit and her new crew of people knew their jobs and so needed little attention of her to ‘Micromanage.’ She entered the cargo bay.

“Okay, we need to get an accounting of the stock levels...” She looked up from her PADD to see an empty Cargo Bay, she had scheduled a meeting of the Bay Crew to go ovre the levels.

Looking at her PADD she brought up her schedule for the day… nothing in the Cargo Bay came up; she saw no appointment in her daily planning program for this hour.

“I have got to check my planner more often; I swore I have and 1100 hour appointment to go over this before lunch.

“You know you want to come back to me...” The voice was behind her, she whirl around to see nothing.

Shaking her head she exit the Cargo Bay; it was time to get an early lunch; she is obviously working too hard. She walk briskly to the nearest turbo lift and called for the next deck where the Galley is located. Stepping out she turn to her left and hustle down the corridor. Vannan could not believe what was going on?

“Nichelle My Lovely...” Vannan came up short as the ‘ghost’ image of Pillion stood in front of her. “You should come back to Stratos; I still have a place for you in my heart and in Stratos City.” He had that same soft tone in his voice; the melodic one that could make her weak in the knees.

“I just took on a new command assignment.” Vannan protested but even she could tell the weakness in her voice. “I cannnot just drop everything and come back for a visit.”

Phillion is a handsome man; all the Elite were as none of them crawl through access hatches; do bungee jumps to repair exterior components of the ship, or work in the mines. He is among those that rule the planet from the Capitol city; why he had such a facination with her astounded her.

“How was the Wedding and Honeymoon?” Vannan was not going to go on the defensive. “I hear it got rave reviews in social circles.”

“Timara and I are an Arranged Marriage; we do what we have to for the public...” Phillion countered.

“She loves you.” Vannan retort as she turned, not wanting to be here.

“Wait...” He appeared in front of her. “I love you , she is just the wife I am ...”

“Expected to have, not some Trog Little Chick on the side.” She spun and this time she made sure to put distance from him.

She could run in a skirted uniform and knew he would be watching her bum and legs…

“How was he here?” She stopped and turned to see an empty corridor. “What was that?” She shook her head to try and clear it; she had had that argument with him before and hated rehashing it over and over.

She was going to take a power nap in her quarters, she needed it.

OFF

LT. JG Nichelle Vannan
Chief Operations Officer
USS Majestic