First Impressions
The staff had been arriving in batches, gradually filling out the skeleton crew of Starbase 69. Commodore Otrona was careful to greet each incoming group and give them an orientation and tour of the station. A starbase was a large facility, and Tandy knew that it could be easy to lose track of personnel. She didn't intend to do that. She believed in a personal touch.
Still, it was easier to make her actions match her philosophy when she was meeting a small group at a reasonable hour. Getting to the shuttle docks at what was approximately two in the morning, station time, to greet a single crewman was, well, a pain in the ass.
But that wasn't Ensign Martha Landon's fault. She'd been a last-minute replacement for a member of the security team who'd developed an unexpected - and deeply unfortunate - reaction to recycled oxygen. The poor man was going to be working planetside for the rest of his career. And Tandy was going to be yawning through this orientation. But that didn't mean it wasn't worth doing.
She sipped at her mug of coffee and waited for the young woman to disembark.
Still, it was easier to make her actions match her philosophy when she was meeting a small group at a reasonable hour. Getting to the shuttle docks at what was approximately two in the morning, station time, to greet a single crewman was, well, a pain in the ass.
But that wasn't Ensign Martha Landon's fault. She'd been a last-minute replacement for a member of the security team who'd developed an unexpected - and deeply unfortunate - reaction to recycled oxygen. The poor man was going to be working planetside for the rest of his career. And Tandy was going to be yawning through this orientation. But that didn't mean it wasn't worth doing.
She sipped at her mug of coffee and waited for the young woman to disembark.