Manifest Woes
Posted on 14 Aug 2021 @ 10:08am by Admiral Zavareh Sepandiyar & Lieutenant JG Rhiannon Hokir
Mission:
M2 - Sanctuary
Location: CIC - Obsidian Command
Timeline: MD05 - 0849HRS
921 words - 1.8 OF Standard Post Measure
Rhiannon had been working on assembling a list of supplies since she first talked with Commander Zahn ... well, she supposed officially she was just Calliope for the time being, but Rhian preferred the honorific. Granted, it had continued to grow as more thoughts came to mind, or she bounced ideas off the Commander, but to wit nothing looked unreasonable. They were supplying a colony, after all, and the more they could do to set the inhabitants to rights, the less time spent on resources back and forth between the planet and the station. She just needed a way of getting approval on some of the more particular items and - accordingly - make it clear they were her ideas.
She'd taken to keeping her working pad on hand at all times, should opportunity arise, and today was no different. As Rhian stepped onto the CIC deck, she started for her post to relieve the officer on duty when a familiar red-headed figure to the side caught her attention. "Lieutenant," she called, changing course as she made her way over to the Admiral's Yeoman, Lieutenant JG St. John. "I didn't expect to see you today."
Naomi jumped at the sudden voice and snapped up from where she'd been nose deep in a data PaDD, counting the crates for a third time since she couldn't seem to get the count right the first two. "Oh, well," she tried to counter, "Just... double checking everything," she smiled nervously "C-Can I help you with something?" she added.
This wasn't really her strongest suit, managing supplies and equipment, but she was trying to apply her same acumen for keeping the Admiral's million and one reports in order but was finding it just enough outside her box that she was having issues with it. But seeing as the Admiral had given her that job specifically, she couldn't afford to mess it up. She was already in the red with the man, she needed a win to get out of it. He might not have specifically said anything, but their first trip down to Obsidian had come with a nearly catastrophic shuttle disaster that she should have been prepared for and only just managed to save their collective butts from. She had to do this picture perfect or risk putting herself on the block.
Rhian smiled as she observed the woman. "There is, but maybe I can be of some assistance first?" She nodded, indicating the PaDD that seemed to be the source of the woman's current frustration.
"Well," Naomi sighed, "I've counted it twice and had two separate counts and neither match the manifest. So... if we can get a solid count of all this, then we can move forward with getting it loaded and on its way the the planet."
"Sure! That's right up my alley." Accepting the PaDD, Rhian started going through the lists. "So it's actually fortunate I did run across you; I'm needing to get some final approvals on requisitions for the planet situation." As she spoke, Rhian made cluster marks to track the crates she'd counted and separate them from the ones still needing to be counted. It was a trick she'd learned in Academy, and a good one as it allowed for her to reverse the process the second time through in order to confirm her count.
"I really appreciate your help with this. The Admiral has been super specific about making sure this gets down to the planet without any issues. I think it's part of some grander plans for the hearts and minds of the people of Obsidian... but even if it isn't... I really need the win here," she explained with a twinge of worry.
Working her way back through the manifest, Rhian beamed. "Well, you can definitely tell him all of his supplies here are in tact. As for getting them planet-side, that's going to be part of my job which," she shrugged, "I actually wanted to talk to you about. I've been going over requisition submissions from the teams heading down and putting together what I can from the station, but I have some items that are going to need sign-offs from higher up the food-chain." Handing the PaDD back to Naomi, Rhian picked up her own. "Do you think you could make sure this gets to the Admiral? Knowing my luck it would get routed to some desk and get held up for weeks."
"Sure," Naomi nodded, "I have to get the rest of this manifest, now that's counted right, approved as well. No problem to toss this in as well." she smiled, glancing down at it. "Anything exciting?" she asked half hopefully. She wasn't really sure what there could be 'exciting' to be taken to a planet in need of everything from water to replicators, but it didn't hurt to be hopeful. She sure needed something to break the monotony.
"Mostly medical equipment; we're wanting to get them set up down there so there's less need for shunting back and forth to the station. Then gear and supplies to make repairs as needed, adjustments for atmosphere, the usual stuff." It helped, Rhian mused, that she was comfortable enough in her own shoes to throw around conversation on the matter; less attention drawn back to the actual source of the requests. "Either way, I really appreciate the help. I feel the sooner we can get the gear planet side up and running, the faster our teams can get to work on what's needed."