Human Resources

[Liliana Hamilton 0]

Acting Ensign Ng interrupted Lt. Jackson. "Sir. There's a crewman here to report to you. She says HR sent her over here, but we've had no communications from them about more personnel transfers. I checked over her orders and they look authentic. "

 

Lt. Jackson exited the glass-walled office overlooking the armory complex and walked towards the new crewman.

 

A slightly dissheveled woman in a Starfleet uniform stood at attention, waiting for the lieutenant.

"Crewman Liliana Hamilton, reporting for duty, sir" She held out her transfer orders on a datapad. By now, she knew the drill. The datapad bore the marks of four other Challenger-project departments, each with one-or-another administrative reason to transfer her on to another unit.

 

Jackson accepted the datapad, and looked forward to the prospect of adding a new crewman to their understaffed department. He had put in multiple requests for more personnel, all of them hitherto ignored. He gave a quick look over her Starfleet CV, and his face changed. He attempted to hand the datapad back to the crewman. "Go back and tell HR that we don't need another paper pusher."

 

This time would be different, this time, she asserted herself to the lieutenant. Anyway, rumors had it that Jackson would soon be replaced by a new lieutenant who was recently recalled from vacation. "Sir, with all due respect, I've logged more frequent flyer miles on Starfleet transports in the past two days being bounced from one department to the next than I'd care to admit. I've been through training and you will find that I'm very adaptable."

 

Jackson looked back at the woman, then the datapad that was still mostly in his hands. He retracted his arms and put his thumbprint on the pad. "Get cleaned up and report to Ens. Ng." He then returned to his office, packing the past year of his life into cardboard boxes, preparing for his own transfer.