Stops at Ops

[Mreh K'hal 0]

Sitting at the operations station, Mreh K'hal was a very occupied kitty. The two teams had left, leaving the bridge rather empty of the usual bodies and therefore much quieter. However, traversing hostile territory at just under warp three heading to a station that held Bob knows what assortment of baddies while hoping that they happen to have quality supplies to help repair the ship and restock supplies on a modern Starfleet ship of the line... The environment may be quieter but the tension level was still quite high. The situation didn't improve after the arrival, either.

 

Mreh had never enjoyed dealing with parts and pieces, all the way back to his days of having that duty delegated to him while in medical. It certainly wasn't any more fun now, trying to ensure that all of the cargo bays were efficiently bringing on board the new items, distributing stored cargo out to departments, and making sure that the Engineers were getting all the parts and pieces they needed for the impromptu refit of the nacelles and everything else that was still kaput. All this on top of trying to manage the comings and goings of the shoppers and their bags while dealing with the rather disorganized space around the asteroid-bound facility. He could only be grateful that he knew precisely which drug and the amount to give himself later to deal with the massive headache.

 

Even with all that Mreh much preferred being on the ship than having to go to the station. It sounded quite seedy, and the spotted felinoid enjoyed calm, pristine surroundings when he had a choice. Not that he had this time, but the cards had fallen in his favor again. He sincerely doubted that it would last, and in the hunt for the Crownstone he'd end up in probably worse places than Aiesse III. With that in mind, his headache wasn't quite so bad anymore.