Feb 03, 2005 00:17
::whistles, occupado... got the Lieutenant Commander back on board... shot him but, well, he said to so... may or may not be a bit before he's back on duty, depending on, er... things upstairs::
::until then, goes through the paces, usual stuff only... easier... lockdown making job far more predictable, easier to handle even with scant trusted souls on crew... for today, at least... hopes it goes on quite a while... reports flowing in and out of office now like water, with the one glaring exception of the secondary PIF that brought Ensign Cutler back from preggersland, or wherever the hell she was... sure must've eaten enough, looked markedly basketball-like...::
::is feeling confident, self-assured, in control... keeping rank when Reed is back shouldn't be an issue... is 'secure'... ha... in what is doing...::
::reviews who is doing what when, so can know when who isn't doing what they are supposed to and know where to send them on::
::changes info links...::
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::lockdown... where? no guests were affected, according to Captain Archer's memo... then why...?::
::gonna get this straight once and for all... hightails it on to the android's quarters, girding loins to deal with... him...::
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::arrives, chimes door, waits politely for a few seconds then hollers::
Mr... Data... It's Lieutenant Foster, I need to speak with you. So unplug... or sumpin'...