XO's Log: Walking on Eggshells

[Cmdr Ridire 0]

Aiden hadn't had the chance to meet the manager of Freedom Station when he was waiting for the Reaent to arrive earlier and now he's glad that opportunity hadn't presented itself.  Perhaps it was the fact that the Manager didn't like a Starfleet away team mucking around on his station as the Captain had indicated or perhaps it was just a general disdain for "Fleeters" as Manager Grep was calling them.  Either way, Grep was quickly proving himself recalcitrant and stubborn like an old earth mule that Aiden had a bad encounter with when he was a child while at a petting zoo.  

 

      Aiden focuses his attention on the short heavyset humanoid as he tries to rein in the urge to orally take Grep down several pegs.  With his earlier reference to walking on eggshells rattling around in his mind, Aiden says with as much calmness as he can "Again, Manager, I politely request that you increase the security and activate the protocols that should be activated.  If the supplies the Mji have provided are stolen I doubt they will be pleased.  And as the supplies are being stored on your station..."  He lets the rest of the statement go unsaid, hoping that the Manager will listen to reason.  "Perhaps Lt. Shamor is correct." Aiden muses to himself.