"The Start of a Good Day"

[Damian Porter 0]

"The Start of a Good Day"

A Joint log by Lieutenant jg Damian Porter and CPO Wills

 

Today was going to be a good day. Porter had woken up feeling thoroughly refreshed after a rather long day yesterday. He had done his workout (jogging on the beach on the holodeck), taken a shower and 10 minutes ago he had started his shift. When he had arrived on the CT Drankum was nowhere to be seen, despite Porter respecting the Ferengi his grumpiness didn't exactly make it easy to deal with him in person. Hanson had been at the OPS console and reported that all systems were within nominal parameters and it had been an uneventful shift. Something Porter could not remember having since coming aboard Aegis.

 

Now Porter was on his way to see CPO Wills. He hoped they still had some field generators somewhere, otherwise they'd be cutting it quite close to procure some for the colony before the ones in place now would blow.

 

The doors to the cargo bay swooshed open in and he entered. Immediately he was surrounded by people bustling about to make sure that the station would run smoothly. Nobody ever thought much about this, but without these people down here unloading the cargo ships and making sure everything was distributed correctly they'd all be in a lot of trouble very soon. Porter didn't think about it right now either, instead he marched on purposefully on his quest to find CPO Wills.

 

CPO Wills had just been starting to feel like maybe things were about to return to normal. Word was that the engineering project down in the flight bay had finally started to settle down, which hopefully meant she wouldn't have wrench jockeys trotting through pulling things off the shelves every five minutes from dawn to dawn; the requisition load had at least doubled over the past few days. When the crew got "projects," it always made her life more difficult. She was at the moment keeping tabs on an easy set of deliveries -- some medical supplies and engineering equipment; a regular load, easily tabulated and stored. She was almost in a good mood.

 

A tap came on her shoulder and one of the PO's held out a PADD for her to sign confirming some withdrawals. "Lieutenant Porter's on the prowl," he said as she tapped the bottom of the PADD for confirmation.

 

She shot him a glance. "What does he want?"

 

"Don't know, Chief," the PO said with a salute. "But he's over in 212-alpha; better look him up." Wills sighed and turned, trotting away into the mass of people around her, heading for the location mentioned.

 

Porter saw Wills approaching and smiled as he called over: "I see, Chief Petty Officer, you have your spies everywhere." He walked over to one of the consoles, because he knew they'd most likely need one to look up where exactly the generators were shelved, if, indeed, they still had some.

 

Wills smirked. "I assure you, L'tenant, that when you enter the room you set off all sorts of alarms. What do you need?"

 

Laughing he replied: "Yeah, I tend to have that effect on people. Now, I dunno if you've heard, but we need some field generators. Do you suppose we still have some? If not we'll have more colonists hanging around the station soon, and you know they'll need supplies." He said it jokingly, but he knew that he definitely did not want the somewhat crazy colonists on the station for any amount of time.

 

Wills quirked an eyebrow. It wasn't a common requisition, which was good, in its way; Wills was always a fan of variety. This job could, after all, tend to load you up to your eyeballs in routine. "Scoot," she said, nudging him out of the way of the console so that she could step into position to tap it on and begin running a search. "This is for the kids planetside, then?" she asked conversationally as the computer began chewing. "Get themselves into trouble, did they?"

 

Porter moved and raised an eyebrow. "Of course they got themselves into trouble. I don't think any of us ever doubted that they wouldn't. Fankly, I'm surprised it took them that long to manage bringing almost certain doom upon them. Shouldn't be surprised if they'll bring almost certain doom upon us, actually."

 

Wills chuckled. "Such a generous soul, Porter. We could all learn from such a spirit." The LCARS display pinged, showing a list of the requested generators currently on hand. "Three-six-gamma-eight-two-four-delta..." she muttered under her breath to fix the alphanumeric identifiers in her mind and then shifted the display to requisitions. "Where do you want it sent?"

 

"Of course you could all learn from me. Just get them ready, Science and Engineering are still working on a solution but I want to be prepared, just in case. Make sure they can be sent up to the docking rink within an hour. "As it seemed this was going to be a good day, indeed. They had just made sure the colonists wouldn't have to invade Aegis, at least not for another week or so, and he could leave cargo without having to yell at anybody.

 

Wills puffed air out through her nose. That was always the fun type of request -- no, we don't need it yet, just be ready to hop at a moment's notice, ok? OK. "Alright -- got 'em on call so they stand waiting at your command as we all do," she said dryly. "Anything else?"

 

Porter ignored the attitude and smiled: "Perfect, Wills. I knew I could count on you and your minions. And that would be all, at least for now."

 

Wills laughed. "Of course you can count on us; nothing but the best minions for the Sky Harbor." She cocked her head, working a kink out of her neck, then turned to begin moving back into the chaos of the cargo bay. "Have a good day, L'tenant. Say hi to Drankum for me."