Busy

[NDak 0]

Having castigated the d’heno staff for not following orders, Destorie N’Dak exhaled deeply and collected his thoughts, focusing on the task at hand. His thoughts were a jumbled mess of the five thousand things that now needed done. There were probes and science material to be moved; there were thirty fifty liter barrels of liquid latnium to be inspected; there were injuries to be tended to and thus duty rosters to be adjusted; there were sensor nods to be replaced (again); and there was a huge gaping hole in the cargo bay and latnium stuck to the hull of the ship.

 

Running his hands through his still bald head, N’Dak exhaled and looked over the ISD in his hand again. The inspection was his first priority, d’heno had started working on moving the equipment out of cargo bay three and Ksa was still working on the medical report. Glancing towards a short, stocky Engineering who’d been called up to help with the inspection Destorie switched from his ISD to a multicorder.

 

“Alright crewman, let’s get started. Scan for any structural damages with the container and make sure the latnium is unspoiled.”

 

The round-faced Romulan nodded and began running his multicorder over the first barrel, opposite of Destorie. “Quite a mess down here, Erei’Riov, na?”

 

The sober, sever executive officer rarely mingled with junior officers, let alone an enlisted crewman and the attempt at small talk caught him off guard entirely. After a moment staring at him aimlessly, N’Dak responded. “Ie,” he said, regaining his voice. “Elements only know what deity we’ve annoyed this time.”

 

The engineer chuckled. “I know the Daise will have some choice words, I heard the sensor nods are fried again, after we spent all that time replacing them all when we had those leaches or whatever they were.”

 

“I am sure she’ll have choice words about the hull breach as well.”

 

The both exchanged glances and returned to working. An hour later they met half way and found that only one of the barrels had been damaged and the latnium transferred to another container. That was an improvement.

 

Nodding to the heavy-set engineer, whose name he’d learned was Anen tr’Lokan, and who, as it turned out, was born into a house that was actually distantly related through clan lineage, N’Dak moved away from the barrels and noted the information on his ISD. Heading out of the room he brought up the casualty report from the ever efficient t’Ksa and noted again, happily, it wasn’t as bad as it could be, only a few bumps and bruises, but enough to make small adjustments to the roster schedule.

 

Making a note to work on them later, he began looking over the report from Sar’vek on the effort to recover latnium and how much work that was going to be. Exhaling he decided to head to the mess to grab something cold and a bite of lunch, having skipped breakfast this morning.